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“Oh my god! What happened? What did they do to you?” I pull him into my lap and hiss at the contact of his skin against mine. He's ice cold. “You’re freezing.” I hiss and do my best to wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, rubbing up and down for friction.

“I’ve… I’ve… I’ve had worse,” Bishop jokes but nuzzles closer against me, trying desperately to siphon off some of my body heat for himself.

“Bishop, why is he doing this to you? Do you know something or does he want you to tell him something? Whatever it is, it’s not worth this.” I squeeze him harder.

“He doesn’t want anything from me. He’s just getting his rocks off seeing me hurt.” Bishop smiles up at me with chattering teeth.

I sit with him, wrapping my body as close to him as I possibly can. I’m only wearing a long shirt and panties. If this were any other guy, I’d be embarrassed by how intimate something like this would be, but not with Bishop. Not only because he’s never once made me feel less than comfortable but because he’s already had me several times over.

All on the orders of Shade and the rest of his Faceless asshole crew.

While Liam may get his rocks off beating and torturing Bishop, he didn’t have much use for me. So Shade took it upon himself to make me useful. He went about selling the only commodity I had to offer that meant anything to him.

My pussy.

At least once a week, Shade and a few of the other guards come in here and pull both Bishop and me out of the room and lock us in a clear plastic cell. Armed guards secure the door, and there’s nothing in the room we’d be able to use to break the walls. It’s exactly how Shade wanted it. Instead of selling me to the highest bidder, he sells the rights to watch Bishop ravage me. The patrons jeer and laugh as Shade orders Bishop to take me in some unspeakable ways. Tied up, hard, soft, with toys… depending on the highest selling request, that’s what I’m made to do.

No matter how many times they come in here for me, there is one constant. Bishop fights and pushes back with all his might, disgusted by the orders to hurt me. He doesn’t want to. But even I know, if he doesn’t, it’ll be the end of his life.

“Did you hear anything about tomorrow?” I ask him as his body slowly stops shaking.

Bishop clenches his jaw tight and looks away from me.

“Hey, don’t do that. I know you wouldn’t do these things to me if you had any other choice in the matter.” I reach over and gently pull his face back in my direction.

“You don’t fucking deserve this. There has to be a way to make them stop. I just won’t do it.” Bishop’s words get louder with each statement.

I can’t let him do that. “Bishop, you know what will happen to me if you decide not to play along with their sick games.As much as I don’t want to go along with any of this, I’d rather have you with me than do this on my own."

His eyes soften, and he pulls me closer to his body. "I’m never going to leave you, Gabi. You’re the only thing keeping me strong in here. I promise you I’ll find a way to get them to stop this madness, but not one that will take me away from you."

It’s the best promise that he can give me. It’s not that I don’t want him to fight; I just don’t want to have to think about being here in this small room on my own.

There’s nothing good about being kidnapped and played with by these crazy bastards that call themselves Faceless, but every day that I wake to see Bishop lying beside me gives me just a little more hope that things are going to be okay.

Three

Bishop

Murder isn’t always bad.

After Gabrielle and I managed to get my body temperature back up to a place where I didn’t have to worry about dying or losing any digits, my mind focused on my primary objective: how the fuck I was going to get Gabrielle and myself out of this mess.

For the first time in my life, I have no desire to see any of the people who have done this to us go through the judicial system. That’s saying a lot for me. I’m a law and order man through and through. When I joined the FBI, it was like a dream come true. Everything I loved in one building: the ability to catch the bad guys and put them where they belonged while also bringing some peace to the people who were hurt in the process.

Shade, the Faceless, and Liam—none of them deserve that privilege. If I had the chance, the weapons, and the strength, I’d murder each and every one of them with my bare hands.

"Hey, I’m losing you again." Gabrielle reaches over from where she’s sleeping on the bundled-up rags.

"I’m here," I offer in return, but my mind is still meticulously going through every option we have. Deep down, I know it’s no use. I’ve already done this a million times. There’s no way out of here that doesn’t involve at least one of us dying. I’d happily offer my life if it meant that Gabrielle would be able to get away unharmed, but I’ve already made a promise to her that I wouldn’t leave her to fight this battle on her own.

"How are you feeling? Anything still numb? Feverish?" She sits up, and I dart my eyes over to her face.

I feel like a world-class failure. The worry and concern etched on her face for me only drives my feelings home. I should be stronger than this. I shouldn’t have gotten her mixed up with the Faceless to begin with.

"I’m fine, Gabrielle, honestly. Go on back to sleep."

She smiles at me and gets up from her space to sit next to me.

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