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“Diego,” I say, and he looks at me. Without a word, I wrap him in a hug. It’s awkward, but I’m so damn glad he’s here with me and Miguel. “I know it’s not Bianchi. As soon as you can, you’ll take him down. If you need us, let us know. You don’t have to go it alone.”

When he wraps his arms around me, I realize how much we need each other. Miguel clears his throat and we laugh. Diego pulls him into the hug and then he speaks.

“We are going to catch every one of these motherfuckers and slaughter them. No one will ever mess with us again by the time we are done.”

Miguel chuckles and my phone goes off.

Unknown:She’s been sold. Enjoy the show.

I sway and both Miguel and Diego grab me to help me remain standing. A video begins to play. The instant I see Aribella hooked up to a sex machine, I drop my phone. It falls to the floor in slow motion and bounces, smashing to the ground.

“Breathe, Vincent,” Diego sounds far away as I look down at the shattered screen. It doesn’t matter though. All I can see is Aribella crying and fighting against her restraints.

Chapter Twenty

Crying and begging, don't get them to stop the machine from pumping in and out of me. All the men do is look at me and smirk. They refuse to move from the wall. I'm grateful. It means they aren't touching me. I've tried ignoring my body and focusing on the ceiling. It hasn't worked. Unfortunately, I can feel the orgasm about to explode.

This is why I'm crying. It's not the machine. No, it's the utter helplessness I feel and not being able to control my own body. These sick men are forcing me to feel things I shouldn’t be feeling. What's worse is they’ve sold me. If what I heard is right, someone paid millions of dollars for me. I can only imagine what’s in store for me next.

The man named Alejandro allowed me to eat and drink once the auction was over. He said someone bought me, so I can have a reward.

"Turn the machine higher. She should be in a constant state of orgasmic pleasure. Not this crying, whiney mess."

Alejandro's voice makes me stop struggling against the chains. If he catches me struggling, he will have someone whip me again. He comes over to me and takes my hair in his fist. As he looks into my swollen blurry eyes, I close them. His anger scares me. He slaps me and I tremble. The slap isn't hard enough to hurt, but it gets my attention.

"You're lucky I'm not letting my men have you.” His chuckle doesn’t hold any mirth in it. It sounds sinister and forced. Gulping, I look at the man, trying to remain as calm as possible. “You’ve been bought and paid for.”

He motions to someone and he smirks. “The cameras are off now, so I think we will have a little fun with you.”

“The buyers instructions were to not touch you, but this doesn’t hurt now, does it baby?” His free hand runs down my face. "Tis a shame. You aresucha treat." As Alejandro wraps his hand tighter into my hair, I feel the machine going faster. Please, God, I beg you, don't let me have an orgasm. Please.

"The only joy I will get from this whole thing is that Vincent will never see you again… and watching you come against your will," he amends with a chuckle, and the machine is turned up once more. "Come on, give me that sweet, juicy orgasm."

I want to gag. To throw up all over him, but he's got his free hand over my mouth and he's bent over so he can whisper in my ear.

"Just remember, the second you come, your orgasm ismine."

Thinking about how disgusting he is, I'm able to keep the orgasm from happening immediately. It angers Alejandro and the machine goes faster. It's painful now. To the point where I'mscreaming behind Alejandro's hand clamped over my mouth. My mind is shutting down along with my heart, but my body is buzzing. I lose my battle and feel the pleasure pop inside of me.

It's so strong, I can finally hear my screams. Even if they are airy and squeaky, they don't stop as the machine continues to take me through the entire orgasm, prolonging it.

"Bring the wand over," Alejandro demands, and I close my eyes as hot tears of shame run down my face. How could I have found pleasure in front of these disgusting men?

He places the white tube-like thing on my private area and I jerk. This man is doing things to me I don't understand, and don't want to. My nightmares are going to be haunted by him. I feel sick as I think about how the build-up is happening again. Alejandro makes me feel these things that I'm trying so hard to fight, but the vibrations keep me from ignoring everything.

Another orgasm hits me and I writhe on the table as the machine slows down to a speed I'm able to handle. As laughter fills the room, I sob. The feeling that I've betrayed Vincent hits me hard. Alejandro grips my chin and shakes my head.

"Bitch, you should be thanking me. I could let everyone here in this room take a go at you. Goddamn it. Instead, I'mletting youget off."

Does he think I'd thank him? He's delusional.

"Since Aribella can't seem to enjoy the fun, men, show her the pain."

What? What does that mean? Alejandro releases his hold on my hair and walks away from me. The men in the room come forward. They take turns hitting me all over with what I believe is a riding crop. They place a dirty rag over my eyes so I can no longer see or anticipate the next strike.

It's for the best. The floaters are everywhere, and my panic is overriding everything else around me—even my pain.

"I've got her," the far-off voice says as I move in and out of consciousness. The pressure in my body from the machine is gone. However, I can feel the way my body is bumping around. Am I in a car? It doesn't feel like it. My head swims and I groan softly, keeping my eyes closed because I'm so dizzy.

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