Page 31 of Psycho Sinners

“I think I’m going to enjoy you, kitten,” Cristian said as he moved to lean by me while I remained bent over the arm of the couch, barely able to breathe. “Such an intriguing little minx.” He kissed my cheek, and I bared my teeth through my rasps, hating how he just laughed and straightened.

“Be nice, I’m the one with the key now. I could just leave you like this until I want to use you again,” he threatened as he caught my chin in his hand and jerked my face to look at him fully. “Fuck you how I like, make you bleed.” His warm breath washed over my lips, those dark eyes glittering with a wickedness that made my skin crawl.

I yanked my face from him, not caring if he left me here. They’d degraded me too much, and leaving me sitting here, filthy and naked, was not going to make it all that much worse now. Maybe I’d piss on the floor to get back at them.

He scoffed, but then moved behind me.

I closed my eyes, expecting him to do something else to punish me. Instead, he unlocked the cuffs, freeing my wrists and allowing me to change my position on the couch. I was tempted to stand, but I had half a belief he’d just shove me over again.

“Tyrone said you can have his room, he barely uses it. Last door on the right. Go clean yourself up.” Cristian moved away, his slacks now done up, looking like he’d not just defiled me in a horrendous way.

He headed for the kitchen without a care in the world as I glared after him.

I’d find a way to get him for this.

I pushed off the couch, snatching up my clothes before heading off down the hall, hating how sticky I felt from their ejaculation on my skin.

I kept my shoulders from rising as I felt his heated gaze on my back, and my lips pulled into a scowl.

Twenty-nine days to go, right?

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SCARLET

Istood in the shower once more, removing their fingerprints and fluids from my skin. I scrubbed myself red raw in an effort to try to remove the shame and disgust I felt. Not just for what they’d done to me.

But for the sick pleasure I’d found myself feeling here and there during it. There had to be something horrendously wrong with me if I’d found some pleasure from it. They’d used me, raped me without my consent, violated me.

Julian had messed with me using that vibrator, and Cristian had known I’d found pleasure in the roughness.

I was broken, a part of me fractured and filled with darkness if I got some perverse delight from them using me. I wanted to hate it fully, to hate them, and yet my body had betrayed me.

“Fuck,” I hissed as I let the hot water wash over my back and drip into my face.

My throat hurt to high heaven, aching and tender to touch. I’d glimpsed the ugly bruises in the mirror before finding solace in the shower. And yet, I was still on edge despite locking the door. They’d proved they could get to me, locks be damned.

Nowhere was safe for me in this place.

Would they leave me alone for some time? How long until one of them came for me? Demanded I cater to their desire?

What was I to do about my job and my car? Would they have it towed?

I ground my teeth together at the thought. My diner job wasn’t anything amazing, but I did enjoy it for the most part. I worked with good people there, and I’d come to enjoy the work, getting regulars who tipped well.

I hoped Noms would deal with it for me, call them, tell them something had happened to my mom or some shit.

The thought made me frown. My mother would probably laugh in my face if she saw me now, saying I’d gotten what I deserved.

I shoved that wretched thought from my mind as I continued to wash myself in a futile attempt to cleanse my soul of all of this.

One month. How on earth was I supposed to keep myself entertained for that long? They’d taken my phone, so doom-scrolling was out of the question. All my usual stuff—work, watching TV shows, reading, walks, girl nights with Noms—they were gone.

Noms. She’d be so scared for me. She worked for these men, she knew what they were capable of. How much did she know? How ruthless and wicked were they?

Surely she wouldn’t try to do something stupid and rescue me. She’d risk not only her life but also Ray’s. I prayed that was enough to stop her from doing anything rash. Our lives were one thing, but Ray’s, his was not ours to toy with.

My stomach swam as I worried about him. They’d taken him to the hospital, was he okay now? Had he gotten there in time? Would he hate me for getting him into this mess?

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