Page 33 of Redemption

“I don’t think so, slave,” Mordred taunts with menacing authority. He pulls me toward him, freeing my newly mended arm from the sling cradling it. “You’ve been a very naughty slave. I think it’s time we took you home and started your punishment because I’m not happy.”

I want to scream, but I can’t. I’m frozen. There’s nothing I can do to save myself. The abuse this man has perpetrated on me is ingrained in my psyche.

“Up,” he commands as he pulls me to my feet. I’m wearing only pajamas, and they make me feel vulnerable. “You’ll keep quiet. We’re going to walk out of this hospital and into a waiting car. If you make so much as one sound, I’ll make sure my brother is dead by the end of the day.”

Mordred runs his tongue over my cheek. I feel sick.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing with him. You let him touch you in places that belong to me. I purchased you—I own you until the day you die. I’ll make sure that by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll regret ever meeting him.” He clamps his hand over my pussy. “We’ve got a plane to catch. If you’re good, I might just fuck you the entire flight!”

Mordred holds me tight as he pulls me toward the exit of the room. But before we reach the door, it opens and I see Erec standing there.

“What the fuck?” he exclaims, but his words are drowned out by the sound of a gun going off. Erec looks down at his stomach where blood is already starting to seep from a wound.

“No!” I scream as I’m hauled over the body of Gawain’s friend when he collapses to the floor. I see doctors and nurses taking shelter from us as Mordred pulls me through the corridors. A security guard appears with his own weapon drawn, but Mordred is faster, and the guard goes down. I’m being taken away from safety. I try to jerk away from his grip, but I’m not strong enough.

“Move.” Mordred pushes me forward, and I stumble and fall onto my arm in the cast. Sharp, shooting pains race through my body, and I’m screaming in agony. Mordred grabs me by the hair and drags me out and into a waiting car. I’m shoved into the back seat, and after he climbs in next to me, the car speeds away from the hospital.

“Stupid, slave.” He takes the gun and brings it down hard on my cast. I cry out in pain. Next, he forms a fist and punches me hard in the face, twice. “Once I get you on the plane, I’ll make you wish you’d never been born.”

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