Page 81 of Marked

She’s product.

“Tonight, play. I’m not quite done with her yet. She has some more use in her before I make back my money.” I check my watch. It’s nearly nine and Jimmy has a reputation for only staying until ten.

“How much can she take?” Barnes continues his perverted line of questioning.

Her jaw tenses, but she manages to keep her eyes on me. This man is starting to wake the beast inside her.

“Whatever I give.” I turn when there’s another scream. Heat courses through my veins.

I know that sound. Unadulterated pain. The floor shakes with it.

When I turn, I find exactly what I knew I would.

A woman is bound over a wooden horse. Black splotches already cover the majority of her ass. Her hair curtains her face, and is soaked in blood.

“That’s Jimmy,” my guide says, pointing at the horrific scene. “He’s really used her up.” He tsks like he’s almostsad about it. “I was hoping to play with her after he was done, but he’s gonna finish her.”

“Finish her?” I quirk a brow.

“Yeah. He only beats them like that when he’s no longer interested. Ah yes, see, there.” He points to the knife Jimmy pulls from a black bag at her feet. “He’s gonna fuck her and then when he’s finished…” He makes a slicing motion across his throat with this thumb. “It’s gonna be a blood bath.” He laughs. “See. They’ve already set up for it.” He gestures to the bucket that’s been placed beneath her head to catch as much of the mess as possible.

As he’s enthralled with Jimmy shoving his cock inside the half dead woman, I check in with Harley. She’s staring at the scene, and no matter how long I glare at her, I cannot get her attention.

I don’t want her to witness this.

If I pull her away, our little guide here, will suspect I give a shit about her. That will make her even more prey.

I reach around him and slap her hand to get her attention, but she still will not move her eyes.

“Three million!” An insistent bellow comes from further behind me. I take the opportunity to step around Barnes and grab her hand.

“Eyes down, dammit,” I growl in her ear. “Do not look.”

She hesitates, but then slowly she lowers her chin and puts her eyes on the floor.

My chest unclenches.

When I turn back around a man runs to the platform with his hand raised.

“Three million, Jimmy!” he yells, as he reaches the edge of the platform, nearly toppling over onto it when he screeches to a halt. The information that was sent over for me this afternoon explained that stepping onto a platform while someone was engaged in play would be seen as a personal attack. It could cost the man his life.

Jimmy grunts, thrusting fully into the woman, then freezes, looking over at the man who is bent over, sucking in air.

“I will give you three million for her.” The man waves his hand again. “Cash. Tonight.”

Jimmy looks down at the woman, bloodied, bruised, mostly unconscious.

“Three and a half,” he counters the offer.

Onlookers collectively turn to the man still trying to catch his breath. A fresh batch of panic takes over his eyes. They go wide, his cheeks flush.

“Fine!” He nods feverishly. “Just stop. Get away from her.” He picks up his foot, ready to step on the platform, but Jimmy points his knife at him with a shake of his head.

“You can have her after I’ve had my fill. She’ll be alive. But I want what’s mine first, Chad.”

Chad. I try not to roll my eyes. With his blond hair perfectly sculpted around his face and the tailored suit he’s wearing; he looks every bit a Chad.

After a nod of acknowledgment, Jimmy goes back to the woman. He pulls out of her pussy and shoves his cock straight into her asshole. She’s awake just enough to react to the new invasion with a whimper.

---