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“No!” I finally manage to cry out. “No! Get off of me!”

He laughs darkly, revealing that horrible hole between his front teeth.

“Oh, come on, you little slut, I know you’re into this!” he slurs at me, his vile breath dampening the skin on my face. “I bet your cunt is dripping wet from this!”

I retch beneath him, panic setting in as I feel every fiber of my being revolting against this man’s intrusion. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe Cain would let this man rape me.

Tears begin to blur my vision, and I take them as a welcome blessing. The less I see, the easier this will be to endure, right?

I squirm and fight as much as I can, but he is so much bigger and stronger than me that I can’t even move an inch beneath his heavy body. Panic sets in when I realize that he has let one of my wrists go, but he still manages to pin me in place with just one arm—as his other one moves down to my hips.

“Who can’t touch you now, you little slut? Let me show you what I can do,” he lisps, his face moving even closer to mine. I can feel his thick, clumsy fingers fondling my core.

“No!” I burst out, my voice so shrill and laced with choked tears that I barely sound human. “Nooo!”

“Oh, yes, I’m gonna find that wet little cunt and then I’m gonna—”

“Stop! Right now!” a voice thunders from the doorway.

A familiar voice.

Cain’s voice.

Relief washes over me in an instant, despite still being jammed between the mattress and the thug, whose hand is still dangerously close to my center but no longer moving.

The guy frowns at me, the anger flaring in his muddy eyes with such clarity that it sends a shock right down my spine.

“Get off of her right this fucking second!” Cain commands as he lunges forward.

The thug’s infuriated gaze is still on me as he slowly retreats from me, sending another shudder ratcheting through my body when he steals one more unwanted touch from me by caressing the inner side of my upper thigh as he slowly gets up.

I crawl away from him as quickly as possible and return to the only safe place available—wrapped up in the big duvet blanket that’s been my only comfort ever since I got down here.

“Out!” Cain barks at the guy, who’s still staring heatedly at me, while subtly rubbing his erection.

I gulp and turn away, hiding my face under the blanket as I seek protection in the soothing dark. There’s no light showing the terrifying reality in here, sounds are muffled and nothing but the soft fabric of the duvet touches my skin.

I don’t know what’s happening outside my safe haven. I don’t know if the guy has left as he was told, or if he’s still lingering next to the bed, still hard with greedy lust for me, still leering at something he can’t have. I don’t know if he left. I don’t know if Cain left with him or if he’s still there, ready to take what I denied his henchman.

I don’t know. And right now I wish for nothing more than for all of this to end. I wish to wake up from a slumber, disoriented and troubled by a nightmare—but safe. Safe and free.

But the moment I feel a heavy hand on my left shoulder, invading my cozy cave through the thick fabric of the duvet, I know that I can wish all I want.

This is not a nightmare. This is a reality I can’t escape from.

And it won’t end any time soon.

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