Page 147 of Explosive Prejudice

“No, no, please,” I pleaded again, not caring for being as pathetic as they thought I was. “Please, Orson, please. Let me speak to him. I’ll do anything. Just let me speak to him.”

Orson gave me a pitiful look before his lips quirked up, and I saw him for the monster he was.

“I’m afraid your father is unavailable at the moment.”

When he moved to grab me, I punched him in the side of his face. He backed off, and I took advantage of the situation and once again darted toward the door, but he tackled me, and I fell down on my stomach. The hit knocked the wind out of me, and I gasped, even more so when he kicked the side of my body.

“You little shit,” he snapped, then grabbed my ankle.

“What are you doing—” My words were cut off by a snapping sound. Sharp pain shot through me like lightning, an unbearable amount of pain. My stomach swirled, and I puked, crying and sobbing through the burn in my throat.

“Jesus, you going again?” Orson mocked while twisting my ankle even more, and I screamed like never before. Forcing myself to look down at my ankle, I saw it was twisted in an unnatural way. My vision darkened, and I began to lose consciousness when Orson slapped my face.

“Nah, you’re not falling asleep on me,” he said with unbelievable pleasure, then scrunched up his nose. “You smell like shit.”

He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt before he started walking, dragging me behind him. My ankle hurt with each move, shooting waves of agonizing pain through my body, and I screamed with the slightest touch. Once we reached the bathroom, Orson tossed me into the shower and began spraying me with water as if I were an animal ready for slaughter. Perhaps that was what I was.

“We need to wash all that vomit off of you.”

Shielding my face from the cold spray, I sobbed. Bucked up against the tiles and curled into myself, I somehow thought it would help, only it didn’t. Turning off the water, Orson showed no mercy and pulled me out. Ignoring my leg, he stripped me naked. My screams and protests did nothing, and by the time he tossed me over the bed, I had no more power left to fight him.

“Please.” I didn’t even sound like a human. “Please.”

With blurred vision, I saw him putting his gun on the dresser before he began taking off his clothes. The room turned black, and when I opened my eyes again, he was above me, half naked.

“Now I see why he’s so obsessed with you,” he whispered, dragging his tongue along my neck. “You’re impossible to resist.” He kissed me. “God, I’ve waited years to do this.”

Feeling his breath over my skin hurt just as much as my ankle, and I was ready to give up when I remembered my promise to Camilo that I’d be safe. With power I didn’t know I had, I punched him off me and rolled off the bed. I couldn’t walk, so I crawled on the floor, desperate to escape.

“You keep putting up a fight, even when you know it’s pointless.” Orson’s voice came from behind me, but I didn’t stop. I had a future with Camilo, one I wasn’t about to give up on.

But my life never went the way I planned, and when Orson grabbed my other leg and twisted my ankle until it broke, too, I nearly died on the spot. The physical pain alone I could have somehow borne, but not combined with the pain of knowing I’d just lost everything.

I had played a dangerous game and lost. Now, it was time to pay a price I couldn’t afford.

Throwing me on the bed, he flipped me to my stomach, every movement of him sharp and aggressive. “This will do the job,” Orson said after he tied my hands behind my back.

My face was sunk into the sheets while both my ankles throbbed. It felt like all the blood in my body flowed to my legs and stopped there. It was hot but also cold. So fucking cold.

“You really thought you had us, didn’t you?” he sneered, moving his hand down my back until reaching my ass.

I stilled.

“You thought you’d manage to escape.” I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered. “Sorry to tell you, but you’re going nowhere,” he whispered in my ear. “Your father said I’m free to do whatever I see fit as long as I keep you alive and your face untouched.”

His erection rubbed against the small of my back.

“You deserve everything that you’re about to get.”

He pushed in, and I wished I had the luxury of passing out again. But I had no such privilege, and I was wide-awake from the second he forced his way into me and throughout the whole time his body panted on top of me. His weight, his scent, his breath, his thrusts—all were enough to ruin everything that I’d managed to build with Camilo.

With every movement, he ripped another part of my soul, so much so that I doubted anything was left.

Did I deserve this? Maybe, even though I doubted any human deserved this kind of punishment. But then again, I didn’t feel like one. A human, that is. Because the second he forced his way in, he stole it—my humanity.

Orson took it away without a hint of remorse.

They both did.

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