Page 83 of Baby Duke

He unstoppers it with his mouth and spits the lid into the crowd before tipping the bottle over Roe. Thick oil splashes over Roe's writhing body as she struggles desperately against her bonds.

Chucking the bottle aside, Foster places both of his hands on Roe’s naked body and starts spreading it carelessly.

"You know," he starts, his voice loud and clear despite the frenzied crowd, "your head may be saying no, Roe, but your body is going to cum for me. That is the beauty of the human body. It craves pleasure. You will cum for me, Roe. Your body is going to thank me for it, even if you don't."

"I won't!" she screams suddenly. "I won't give you or any of these sadistic fuckersanything!"

Foster laughs then, his hands still working the oil into Roe's skin, though he is slower now, more focused.

He leans in close and whispers something into her ear, something I can't hear. Her lips tremble for a moment before she hardens her mask and stares Foster down.

He stares back, his hand dragging lower and lower. He smirks when her mask falters again, his hand at her center.

We both cry out as he shoves two fingers inside of her. Roe's face breaks in two as Foster laughs and starts pumping his fingers in and out of her.

I feel sick. I want to vomit. I want to kill someone. Him. I want to set fire to the world and burn everyone alive.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoes through the room, and the music falters. I blink and turn. A squad of policemen storm the room, clad in black, weapons raised and armored up. They wear headlamps on their helmets, and I am briefly blinded. The hands restraining me are suddenly gone, and I barely register them going for their own guns before I am racing for the stage. For Roe.

She stares blankly at the roof, her face streaked with tears as if she has left this world behind. I turn my gaze to Foster as I bound up the stairs. He is staring at the scene on the floor with blatant shock and hasn't seen me coming yet. He turns as I reach the last step, his eyes widening as they lockwith mine. He begins to raise his arms, and I step towards him, clenching my fists.

BANG.

I don’t know how I hear the exact shot that splatters his brain across the stage, not with the screaming and yelling and periodic shots going off. But I do. Maybe I don't hear it until after the bullet tears through his head, blood, bone, and who the fuck knows what else, blooming like some sort of grotesque flower from his skull, as if in slow motion.

He doesn’t even know that he has died. That he was going to. It happened so quickly. Too quickly. I am suddenly furious that he left so damn easily after everything he had done to us. To her. Roe.

As his body slumps lifeless to the floor, I run to Roe.

"Princess," I say, my voice shaking as I hastily remove my shirt and drape it over her, shielding her body as best as I can. Far too late. The putrid, strong scent of apricots oozes from the oil coating her skin. Law is there a second later, and he helps me remove the bindings from her ankles and wrists. "It's over, Roe. You are safe."

Her sightless eyes blink slowly as they turn to me. She slowly comes back to herself, taking in the scene below us.

We help her sit up, and Law shucks out of his jacket and gently guides her arms through.

"Can you stand?"

Roe nods numbly. Law holds her steady as I tie my shirt around her waist, making sure she is completely covered.

I look back at her face and cup her cheeks gently. She refuses to look at me for a moment, and a glance down tells me she is looking at the empty shell Foster had become.

"Look at me, Princess," I whisper, gently squeezing her cheeks until she blinks and looks into my eyes. "You're safe. I have you, Roe.I have you."

It’s as if a switch was flicked. Her body starts shaking in terrible waves, and her face breaks into an ugly expression of despair. She starts crying, her chest heaving and gasping as she releases her pain the only way she can.

I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight to my chest. Law steps in behind her, and he wraps his arms around the both of us. Roe shudders against us, and I tighten my hold on her. We stand for a momentin our own little bubble. The screams quiet, police start barking orders and sobs similar to Roe's sound from a corner.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, and Brett is there. He motions with his head, and reluctantly, I loosen my hold on Roe.

"Let's get out of here," I whisper, looking into her eyes.

She meets my eyes briefly, a flame sparking, before she shoves free of Law and I. She lunges for Foster and begins kicking his lifeless body relentlessly.

"Mother fucking piece of rapist shit!" she screams. "I hate you! I hope you rot in hell, you fucking cunt!"

I wrap my arms around her shoulders and pull her back, aware of the eyes on us.

"Let me go! I'm going to chop off his cock and make him choke on it!"

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