Page 103 of Their Dark Rose

It’ll be fun to cut off his sad excuse for a dick. I’ll even laugh as I’ll slap his face with this pathetic little piece of flesh.

I will. Once I get out of my restraints.

“You defecated in there, remember?” Mallie chides him, her tone tender. As though he’s not trying to rape me over here. Fucking sick. “I’ll faint in there. The smell, Jesus. Did you really have to add beans to your tortilla yesterday?”

I didn’t believe it was possible, but Thorn’s dick is even softer now. Snail-like, almost.

If Mallie wasn’t the one to put me here in the first place, I could’ve kissed her disgusting lips. Her words buy me more time. More precious seconds to figure out how the hell I’m supposed to free myself.

To save myself from being raped and bred by my step-cousin. Yes, I remember what she said before I fainted. I remember it all too well.

My chest constricts, and my throat tightens. Only a few hours ago, I was at home, imagining my belly swollen with a thousand Abbot babies.

This fucking bastard on top of me and his witch of a mother are planning to rip this dream from me.

They will too, unless I do something about it.

Thorn might be limp as a freaking noodle. It’s a temporary state, I’m aware. This reprieve won’t last forever. Their conversation will have to end at one point.

Mallie is so determined to ruin me that she might eventually give in. She might trade the comfort of the moth-smelling room for the cold so her stepson can rape me.

And what a senseless breeding attempt it would be, given I’ve just finished my period. They don’t know that, yet I doubt they’d stop even if they did.

I doubt anything will convince her to stop tormenting me. From repeating this horror over and over until there’s nothing left of me.

And in two weeks—when I’m ovulating—they will finally succeed. They’ll put Thorn’s baby inside this wounded body and my obliterated soul.

There’s a very real possibility that I’ll stay here that long.

Because where the hell are we even?

How is anyone going to find me here?

These monsters will lock me up here for weeks or months. And when they finally let me out, it’ll be too late.

I’ll be carrying Thorn’s heir. Or worse, they won’t let me out until the delivery.

Oh, God. Oh, please, God, no. Anything but that.

Please, God…

Slowly, I feel my sanity slipping. With every passing second, I’m closer and closer to losing it. To letting him do whatever and just be done.

I’m done. Done.

I’m so done.

Don’t cry. Don’t you dare cry. You’ll blow your cover and show them they’re getting to you. Whatever it is you do, Briar Rose, pull yourself together and do not cry.

This isn’t any of my three men talking in my head anymore. This is me. My own inner voice, screaming at me to woman the fuck up.

“I worked out, you know, so we could kidnap her.” More senseless talking, more limp-dick grinding. “I needed the protein, and it was cheaper than extra beef.”

The millionth surge of bile rises in my throat. But regardless, I’m thankful for their repulsive back-and-forth. Besides putting a dent in their plan, it helps me too.

Being grossed out ruins the pity party I’ve been throwing myself like a charm.

These people are fucked in the head, and that’s an understatement.

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