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“It was a girl?” She nods now.

“Yeah. I got to see her for a second. She was beautiful,” she whispers. I pull her back against me and hold her there. I can’t let her go. I don’t want to. Not now. Not ever.

Chapter 18

Angel

I’m not sure how I feel right now. Telling them everything took a toll on me. I wasn’t ready, and maybe I never would have been if Silas didn’t push me into it. And then asking me questions about her? I almost broke down again.

I glance around, but I don’t see Silas anywhere, so I shove off the bed and head out into the main room. The lights are off with only an emergency light shining overhead. I squint my eyes to see if I can see anyone, and when I do, I gasp. Not only are there masked men, there are five of them. I take a step back when one of them comes running toward me. I turn on my heel, ready to run, when the back of my hair snatches me. I yelp before I’m pulled back into the main room. My heart leaps into my throat. Why are there five of them? Who are the other four?

My heart hammers against my ribs, and I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m taken to the middle of the room, where a few of the others come toward me. I jerk my arms, trying to get away from them, but there’s no use. My arms are forced over my head and attached to the chains Silas was hung from.

“What are you doing? Silas?”

“Make her be quiet,” someone orders, but it isn’t Silas. Now, my hands begin to tremble as my ankles are attached to the chains on the floor. I pull at them, tugging with all I have in me. I watch the men move around me, forming a circle. One comes toward me, a knife in hand, and I instantly start to scream. His free hand moves to grab something, stuffing it in my mouth and attaching it around my head when I realize it’s a ball gag. I try to shove it out with my tongue, but it does no good.

The man with the knife cuts through my shirt while the one behind me peels it off. I still have on a pair of boy shorts, but that doesn’t last long. Those are cut from my body as well. I stand bare to all of them, and I can’t see Silas letting them see me like this, so I start to panic, thinking it isn’t even him.

I scream around the gag, but it does no good. Gloved hands begin to touch me everywhere, all over my body. I breathe heavily through my nose as I try to focus on anything but what’s happening right now. I thought we were safe here. I thought no one could touch us here and now this is happening.

I try to jerk away from the touches, but I can’t. My fingers wrap around the chains and I hold on tightly.

Hands move all over me as tears burn my eyes when one of the guys steps forward. He stands in front of me, his head cocked to the side. I can’t tell if that’s Silas or not. It’s not the same mask he wore before.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice shaking. The hands don’t stop moving, one coming up to pull at my nipple. A moan escapes me, and I quickly snap my mouth shut. The man in front of me leans in, breathing me in. “Please don’t.”

“How the tables have turned,” he whispers in my ear, and I shiver. Now I know it’s Silas throwing my words back at me.

“Who are they?”

“Does it matter?” he asks.

“You’re letting them touch me,” I remind him as another one pulls my nipple again roughly. Another moan falls from my lips as Silas’s lips caress my neck.

“Just this once, Angel. I told you I was going to make all your fantasies come true,” he tells me.

“I-I don’t remember writing this,” I tell him truthfully.

“Maybe not the chains, but you did ask for multiple men.” The fact he’s actually doing this to me is sending all kinds of sensations through my body. I might have written it in a journal, but I never once thought it would come true.

“You don’t have to do this,” I tell him when he bites down into my flesh. I cry out from the pain before he’s there, licking the same spot to soothe it.

“Yeah, I think I do. Because after this, my little Angel, I’m going to have to kill any other man who touches you.”

“What about them?”

“This is your one chance,” he replies before pulling back. I watch him as he moves to the side, and another man comes toward me. I don’t know who the hell it is, and that scares me. He pulls the gloves off his hands and tosses them before he reaches out and glides his fingers across my stomach causing bumps to form. I shake from his touch, and that earns me a growl from Silas. The man in front of me slowly drags his hand further down and between my spread legs. I almost feel bad for letting him touch me, but then he slides a finger inside of me, and I find myself moaning.

“Do you like that, Angel? His fingers fucking that tight little pussy?” Silas asks behind me. The man in front of me keeps working his finger in and out of me, twirling it in just the right ways to set me off. I wiggle against the chains when someone’s hands clamp down on my waist to hold me still.

“Silas?”

“Take it all, baby. Let him fuck your pussy,” he tells me. The man inserts another finger, and I arch my back. I hear Silas hum his approval behind me. I can’t keep up with all the men as gloves are taken off and hands touch me everywhere. Some are rough, and others are caressing me. It’s such a difference between them that I don’t know which one to fall into. On one nipple, they’re tugging and pinching, and the other is a light touch that sends chills down my spine.

I watch the man in front pull his fingers free, and I whine. He reaches for his jeans and drops them to the floor, pulling his cock free. He strokes the hard length coming toward me. The gag is removed from my mouth now.

“Silas, no!” I object. I don’t want this man. I want Silas.

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