Page 62 of The Favorite Girl

Leaning forward, the speakers continued to echo every movement and sound inside the room.

Conrad began unbuttoning his clothes, then he dramatically threw each piece of his tuxedo to the ground as he arrogantly made his way to the bed.

He couldn’t possibly…

“Mason just married her.” My heart was pounding. “Daphne. Ian!” It was the first time I had ever used their first names.

“Demi, hush your mouth.” Ian shot me a glare, then turned to his wife. “I told you that she needed time in the cages!”

Daphne shot me a look of disdain as I sank into my seat. I didn’t care if Ian was watching, I grabbed Bradley’s hand and held it as tightly as I could.

Conrad was naked and Daisy looked at him in complete fear.

Shaking her head, she opened her lips to speak but no words came out. It was as if she didn’t know how to speak. She was like a dog who was trained that if she barked, she’d be shocked.

Conrad looked over his shoulder and paused. “Demi, baby… consider this a sneak preview for you. My loyalty is still with you, sweetheart. And Bradley, you might be holding my bride’s hand in there, but I’m about to ruin Daisy.” He sneered and moved forward on the bed.

Mason sat in the corner, dining on a meal I hadn’t even known was brought in. Watching eagerly, he took a sip of his champagne.

I began to cough as stomach acid rose, and I couldn’t take it. Grabbing the small popcorn container, I violently threw up inside it as Conrad pushed himself onto Daisy.

Her screams caused my ears to ring, and her pleading cries caused my insides to curl. The way her eyes widened as he slammed his body in and out of hers had the hairs on my neck stand and my body shook so hard as I threw up until nothing but bile burned on the way up.

“Please!” I choked and wiped the corners of my mouth as I looked to Ian and Daphne. They had slid headphones on and had grins painted across their faces.

“Bradley, let’s go… Let’s go…” I shook him, but he didn’t move. His eyes were glazed, his face frozen.

Placing my finger on the inside of his wrist, I could barely feel his pulse.

“Bradley…” I cried.

“Put a muzzle on that bitch! We’re trying to enjoy our show. We paid one hundred thousand dollars for this ticket,” someone from the other side yelled at me.

“Demi, stop,” Bradley whispered without moving.

Conrad ran his tongue across Daisy’s face, then bit into her cheek. He pulled out and stroked himself until he ejaculated all over her.

Her cries would haunt me for the rest of my life. And suddenly, I realized…

I could no longer hear Layla’s cries, just Daisy’s. But there was no relief, because those tears and cries blurred together and hung over me the way a storm cloud does.

I’d forever drown in the rain of their pain.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-NINE

Conrad put his clothes back on, and Daisy laid in the bed, motionless. I was convinced she was dead. But then Daphne and Ian appeared through the glass with a new white gown for her and a shawl for Mason Davenport.

Daisy looked like a ragdoll—completely pale and lifeless—as Mrs. Ivory helped her into the dress. Whispering something into her ear, Daisy nodded at Mrs. Ivory and leaned in for a hug. She hugged Daphne Ivory as if the woman wasn’t a part of the most traumatizing event of this girl’s life. She held on to her and rested her face against Mrs. Ivory’s shoulder.

“Demi, whatever you do, you have to promise me something,” Bradley finally spoke and looked over at me.

“Anything, Bradley.” I blew out a breath and batted away the tears that continued to build in my eyes.

“Never disobey them. You’ll end up in the cages and then… you’ll become this. You’ll hug and thank the devil and his wife for the opportunity to be raped in front of an audience. You were chosen, handpicked. No matter what, you have to just… do whatever Conrad wants, and he’ll treat you well. Okay, Dem?” His eyes glistened and the way he used a nickname for me, even in the worst moment of his life, made my heart constrict.

“Where are you going?”

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