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“No,” she moaned.

Charlotte blushed under her helmet as she looked over and saw them watching with wide eyes.

“I want them to watch you fuck into me until the street is slick with my come.”

With a growl, I immediately picked up speed…I have about thirty more seconds…challenge accepted naughty girl. Charlotte tried to stifle her cry as I grabbed her hips and pulled her back and forth on my cock, trying not to tip us over. She came, and I buried myself inside her following shortly after as our audience gawked.

21

CHARLOTTE

Rowan stood in front of the hooded man who was strapped to a table by his arms, much like the table I’d been strapped to myself. Seeing it brought back the memories of my captivity and torture, fueling my own rage.

“What did you do to her?” Rowan asked, and the man wasted no time in answering.

He seemed to be unafraid of Rowan, and his arrogance was infuriating. I was about ready to jump in myself. I hadn’t tried or wanted to torture someone since Richard, but for this reason without hesitation I would, because I remember him, and everything he did to me. I planned on making him face the same pain that I endured, if not worse.

And he laughed. “Oh, man. You have no idea. There are no words to describe the sort of joy it brought me to be with Charlotte.”

As he spoke, I could see his member grow stiff through his boxers and my cheeks flushed in embarrassment and shame. I refused to look at Rowan’s face right now.

“I took her in every way I could, over and over again. But oh man, the cries that came from her as I fucked her face. And let me tell you, watching Lacey rape her was such a treat, too, made the whore squirt. She wanted more, so she got it. But we all know that there's no pleasure without a bit of pain, am I right? Look, if you’re going to kill me that’s fine. But at least let me have her one last time. I’d like to go out as I come.”

I kept my eyes trained on the floor. How could he do this? Sit here and listen to these stories and how these men used me, then it hit me. While motivation was the main driver, he was making them confess. I could guarantee he had a camera somewhere in case he was ever incriminated for these murders. Rowan was clever.

His voice was sultry and filled with need, as though he couldn’t get enough. I could tell by Rowan’s stance that he was getting angry, too, and he stepped up to the table.

“Wait,” I said, holding up my hand.

Roe backed off and gave me the lead. I raised my mask as he lowered his and approached the table, gently pulling the hood off the man’s face.

“My face will be the last thing you see,” I said in a monotone voice.

“Charlotte, you’re a good fuck. It’s a shame you’re wasting it on a lowlife like Rowan. Let me free and I’ll show you how a real man fucks. Don’t you remember our time together, baby?”? he said, lifting his hips off the table. I smiled at him and held his gaze.

“Rowan, spread his legs and tie him down.” I ordered.

The man bit his lip, and I could imagine that he thought he was about to get laid.

“He wants a good time, it's only fair we give it to him.”

I gave him a seductive look and bit my own lip as I ran my hands over his hard chest, feeling the goosebumps I left as my hand traveled over his body.

He moaned his approval as I dipped my hand lower, pulling his dick through the hole in his boxers.

“Look at your princess, Rowan” he growled. “Jacking me off like a good little whore.”

“Charlotte, watch yourself,” Rowan warned sharply, but I ignored him and continued.

I stroked along his erection, letting it rest warmly against my palm. In the blink of an eye, I pulled a knife out of my pocket and flicked it open before slashing roughly at the base of his length. It didn't slice through easily, but that was okay because I hoped it hurt more, I wanted it too. Blood spurted out of the fresh wound as I used sheer strength to rip it off the rest of the way, and I could feel it tear just by holding it. As I worked, the man screamed and arched his back.

“Bitch!” he spat at me. I shrugged with a low chuckle as I shuffled along the table’s edge to show him his own member that I held in my hand.

As he opened his mouth to scream, I shoved it in and pushed it down his throat with all my might.

“Choke on it,” I whispered as his own blood smeared across his chin. “Like. You. Made. Me.” My words were laced with revenge.

I turned from the table and scoured the floor with my gaze, looking for anything I could find. It's not enough. Humming, I located a rusty pipe about two feet in length and picked it up. Turning it this way and that, I admired it and felt bad for it at the same time for what I was about to do. Not for him, I felt bad for the rusty pipe. Returning to the table, I yanked his boxers down as he choked and gagged for breath around his own dick.

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