Page 142 of Creed

“Nothing?” He has the fucking nerve to sound exasperated. A loud bang sounds in the room followed by a pained, “Fuck”.

“Oops, I missed.” He snorts, but then he begins to laugh, the shaking of his arm as it jostles my injured breast threatens to make me vomit from the pain. “But he fucking pissed himself like a child. Oh, fuck, this is too good.”

My heart squeezes painfully that the thought of Riley being tied to that fucking chair, tied down and so helpless and scared to death by having a fucking bullet graze by his head.

He shouldn’t even be here.

I hate him.

I love him.

I fucking hate that I fell in love with him.

“Let’s try this again, little girl.” He drags his hand down my chest, the blood from my nipple spreading down the tainted fabric. When his hand reaches my sex, he delivers a slap so hard against my clit that I cry out, the hit nearly numbing the tender flesh there. He shifts, bending closer to me given the proximity of his voice to my ear. “Give. Me. What. I. Want.”

I’m about to tell him to go fuck himself, but then he does the one thing he’d never dared himself to do before. The one thing that finally breaks me, the final stone cast against the walls around me and causes my strength to collapse around me. It has Riley screaming and cursing. Begging.

I haven’t seen Riley’s face in so long but in this sick moment, I’m relieved I don’t have to see the look on his face as I’m assaulted.

The excruciating pain is unbearable as too many fingers invade my unwilling body. It’s unforgiving and rough and for the second time in as many minutes, I feel something tear within my body. But this time, it’s too much. I’d been assaulted before, the trauma of the events still haunt me in my dreams, but this? This has shattered the remnants of my soul. I cry out, my hips bucking up as much as the chains will allow, trying to dislodge his fingers from my body but it only serves to fuel his fire and he pulls them out almost all the way, only to force them back into my body, his nails scraping and knuckles bruising.

Riley is still crying my name, begging for mercy, begging for Guy to turn his wrath onto him to take the fucking bullet.

He. Shouldn’t. Be. Here.

“Let him go.” My voice cracks as I sob around the pain of each invasive thrust.

“You want me to free him?” His voice sounds almost reverent, but I know better.

“Please,” the singular word comes out in a whisper so quiet, I almost don’t hear it myself.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll set him free.” The bite of the muzzle of the gun hits my cheek as he shoves the blindfold from my eyes with the barrel. I blink my eyes open, and my pained gaze immediately finds the watery, red-rimmed eyes of my sweet Riley, bruised and bloody, the pallor of his skin alarming as he struggles from where he’s chained to a chair across the room.

“P-promise m—ah—” I cry in pain when Guy thrusts again and groans at the way my body clenches. It’s not to keep him in, though. It’s trying to force him out, which only makes his efforts more painful, fueling his attack on my body.

“I promise. Just give me what I want, little girl. Just once. That’s all I need and he’s free.” I’m surprised I can hear him over the pleas falling from the lips of the man whom I would give anything to kiss one last time.

I look into his beautiful, dark, watery eyes, hoping he can read the words I won’t say out loud. He shakes his head vehemently, his own silent plea to not give in, but the last thrust feels more like a punch to my most sensitive area and it’s more than I can bear.

I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out.

Guy tuts. “You can do better than that.” He aims the gun at my man’s head and cocks the gun again. I drop my voice, lower and lower until sound begins to register, and the silence is filled with the one sound I swore I’d never make again.

I scream.

But it’s not for him.

I scream for me.

I scream for every motherfucker who ever dared to put their hands on me.

I scream for Creed, in hopes I’ll get to see his bright blue gaze again.

I scream for Riley, and the victory of earning his freedom from this hellhole.

I fucking did it.

“Oh, fuck yes. There’s that beautiful sound.” My captor moans and all at once his hand leaves me and I whimper in pain. It’s with that same hand he unbuckles his pants and pulls his dick from the waistband of his underwear and in two hard jerks, he comes with a harsh growl. Hot, sticky ropes of cum land all over me, from my face to my thighs. Marking me. Tainting me.

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