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She stares at me, still unable to process what I’m telling her.

“This isn’t funny,” she whispers. “Tell me the truth, Cain.”

I smirk at her. “I am telling the truth. You just don’t want to believe it.”

“Red!” she blurts out. “Red, Cain. Not. Funny.”

I laugh at her and shake my head. “A safe word won’t get you out of this. Sorry, little girl.”

Riley looks downright shocked now. Her lower lip starts trembling, and a new tide of misery marks the expression on her face as she looks at me.

“Red!” she repeats. She is almost yelling now, as I straighten up and take a step away from her. “Red, Cain! I’m serious!”

“Stop that,” I warn her. “You’re not getting out of here. It’s time for you to understand that.”

“Cain!” she shrieks as I turn away from her.

She’s panting frantically as I slowly walk over to my desk and push a button on the intercom.

“Kyle?”

“Yes, boss,” his voice croaks from the little machine.

“You can come and get her now.”

“Got it.”

Kyle’s response is almost drowned out by Riley’s harrowed cry as she roars to life in protest.

“Cain! What the fuck! Untie me!” she yells. “I don’t want him to see me like this! I need to get—”

She stops abruptly when the door opens and Kyle walks in, closely followed by Jack. Neither of them bats an eye at the sight of Riley, naked and tied to the chair, her legs spread and her wet cunt on open display.

She, however, completely loses it.

“Cain!” she shrieks as the guys approach her, quickly lowering her legs and crossing them tightly in an attempt to protect herself. She yanks against the ties behind her back, but it’s futile. The knots don’t release until Jack steps behind the chair and loosens them.

I can’t suppress the surge of jealousy racing through my veins as I keep my distance, watching while the guys free my little toy from her predicament. She bellows for mercy, tears of humiliation and fear streaming down her face as they manhandle her. As soon as Jack frees her hands, she crosses her arms in front of her chest, slouching her shoulders as she jumps up from the chair and tries to make a run for it. But Kyle’s hand closes around her upper arm so quickly that even I find myself impressed by his reflexes. Riley is yanked back with such vicious force that she almost falls backward onto the floor, her free arm flailing about.

“No!” she cries out when Jack gets a hold of her arm before she can even think about hitting him.

She recoils at the touch, disgust now blending with the horror that’s marking her expression as her eyes turn to me.

“Cain!” she pleads now, her lips trembling as thick tears smear the heavy makeup all across her face in crumbly black lines. “What is going on? Why are you doing this—”

“Shut up!” I roar, followed by a dismissive gesture toward Kyle. “Take her down.”

“Down? Down where?!” Riley exclaims, her face turning back and forth between the guys as they drag her out of the room, butt naked and with my cum dappled across her perfect little body.

I watch her fight in their grip, her feet dragging, her tight little ass clenching as she presses her feet into the ground in a futile attempt to hold them back. But the guys don’t even look at her until she changes her approach and starts kicking at their legs.

“You fucking cunt!” Jack barks when her foot shoots against his lower leg. He pulls her closer, causing her to shout out in agony while he reaches for her leg.

I can’t help but watch the scene with a dark smile on my face, torn between pride and pity for this girl. But when Jack manages to get a hold of her leg, grabbing her by the thigh and forcing her leg up, it hits me like an attack.

He can’t touch her there.

She is mine.

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