Page 12 of Crave Me

“You’re the closest being alive to Caspian King. You’ve been privy to his plans even more so since you’ve returned. You’ll tell me everything you know. And then the tide will turn in my favor.”

“Not telling you shit.”

He dug his fingers into my jaw. “You’ll tell me or you’ll break.”

With that, he pushed off me, then commanded his guys, “Secure him.”

In the next moment, cuffs were slapped to my wrists behind my back, then to my ankles, forcing me into a fetal position, just before a boot slammed into the side of my head, knocking me out cold.

I jolted awake at the sound of screaming.

My head was throbbing, my body aching and freezing.

It took me several moments to get my bearings.

And then I saw that I was now bound by ropes spread-eagle to a four-poster bed with golden sheets and drapes in a different room than before. It looked like a master bedroom. But instead of furniture, as I strained to take in everything around me, bright lights making it more difficult, I saw that the three walls around me were covered in massive screens playing various videos.

What was… what was going on?

I peered closer at the screens and a shudder rolled down my spine at what I saw, the screams and sounds of utter terror and desperation swirling around me like a toxic cloud.

They were the women and men I’d rescued through my facilities. And this footage, it was what had been done to them before I’d liberated them.

Horrific things.

Being assaulted, degraded, beaten, and used, taken against their will.

No. No!

I tried to turn my head away, but I was stopped by resistance.

It took me a moment to strain enough to see the cause.

There was some sort of contraption secured around my skull and down to my throat, preventing me from moving my head even a single inch. Forcing me to watch.

I squeezed my eyes shut, but a violent buzzing started up between my spread legs, making them snap open again a moment later.

I strained again to figure out what was happening.

And there, strapped to my cock was a buzzing vibrator. Before I could wrap my head around that, the same intense buzzing started deep in my ass.

Fuck.

“Stop, you sick fucks!” I roared out into the room.

The door flew open and Elijah strolled on in, grinning in sadistic satisfaction, clutching a remote in his hand.

“Turn it off,” I ordered.

He gestured at the remote. “This isn’t for the video footage.” He pressed a button and then the vibrators started pulsing.

“Fuck.” I shuddered as the intensity wracked my body.

“Feels good, huh? Let go, let them please you.”

“Burn in hellfire.”

He merely laughed at that.

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