Page 202 of Master of My Life

She realized he hadn’t moved in some time. Only she had moved, squirming on him to try to ease

the pain.

“If you were a human woman, when I pull out of your body, you would die from blood loss in a

matter of minutes.” He bit her shoulder. “But you are not human. You will not die. You will heal and

you will take me again. And again. And again.”

She squirmed again, and he moaned low. “Yes, that feels good.”

She tried to stop, but her body wouldn’t listen.

“Do you want more?”

She squeaked and shook her head. Movement inside her made her scream. He was going deeper.

“No!”

“I want to feel you come, Daughter. I want to feel you trembling around me.”

She couldn’t imagine how he thought it would be possible for her to come when she was in such

pain, but he pulled back from the table, bringing her with him. He lowered himself to his knees,

holding her tight against his chest. His hand moved down, and he pinched her clit. Hard. It throbbed,

and she screamed. He did it again, and again, then a softer touch. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to

not feel, but his finger was as invasive as his cock. Circle, circle, circle.

“Come, Daughter. Feel the pleasure.”

And she did.

Chase stood in the shower, forehead pressed against the cool tile. The things he had seen tonight were

seared into his memory. Things he’d only imagined. Things he’d never imagined.

By the time he and Sydney’s team had finished searching the compound, they’d found ten girls

alive. A few in such terrible shape, he didn’t know if they’d survive the night. Horror didn’t even

begin to describe the things he’d seen.

And Sabrina had lived in that place for years.

He turned and pressed his back to the wall as his knees gave way. He buried his hands in his face

as hot tears mingled with the water pouring over him from the showerhead.

They’d taken the girls to a local hospital and even the doctors had been horrified at their

condition. Brittany, thankfully, hadn’t yet endured the tortures that clearly happened there. Was it sick

to be grateful she’d only been raped for a few days?

What a horrible thought.

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