Page 92 of Miki

“You look hot, babe! I really should film this as a memento,” he said, going over to the cameras and turning them on one at a time.

No, no, no!

Martin was going to rape me and film it. What a complete bastard!

Terror gripped me and my breathing became panicked. What the hell was I going to do?

“This is where we break in some of the new girls,” he told me.

“It’s always a lot of fun,” he laughed at my look of shock, and I felt nauseous.

“Don’t touch me!” I shouted, but he just laughed as he stripped off his T-shirt.

Seconds later, he lunged at me, sprawling on top of me, one hand holding my throat, squeezing slightly, the other roaming my body.

Then his lips were on my neck, and he was biting and nibbling me.

No, no, no! I closed my eyes and prayed for a way out of this nightmare.

“You are going to love this,” he said.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Roy’s voice shouted, and then Martin was pulled off me.

Oh, thank fuck!

Roy might be corrupt, but he’d been my “uncle” all these years. Surely he wouldn’t let that fucker rape me?

They squared off against one another, each looking as if they wanted to kill the other.

“I’m going to fuck the bitch! Come on and join me. It’s not like we haven’t shared before, especially here, and it’s not like them being willing ever mattered!” Martin said, laughing and turning back towards me.

They’d both raped women in here? Even Roy? I couldn’t believe it. I knew he was complicit in human trafficking, but I hadn’t suspected he was also a rapist.

“Leave her alone!” Roy shouted.

“The fuck I will! You just want her for yourself,” Martin taunted, turning to me again.

“Did you know Roy’s obsessed with you, Eilidh? He has a real thing for you.”

Oh, my god! All the times he had got into my personal space over the years, and the way he would make any excuse to touch me, came to mind. Where it had seemed fatherly before, now it just seemed sick.

“Shut it!” Roy shouted and lunged at him.

He swung a punch, catching Martin on the chin.

“Oof!”

“You fucker!” Martin screamed, staggering back.

“You know it’s true! You’ve wanted to get into her knickers for years. Ha, you even got yourself a girlfriend who looks like her and make her call you daddy! You sick fuck!” he laughed.

“Yeah, Eilidh, this sick fuck wants to be your daddy-dom so bad,” he taunted.

“Enough!” Roy bellowed with rage and lunged again. This time, he grabbed Martin’s arm that held the knife and disarmed him.

However, Martin didn’t back off and ran right at Roy, shouldering him to the ground. They rolled, each one attempting to get control of the knife.

From my position, I couldn’t see who had the upper hand until Martin grunted loudly.

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