Page 64 of The Devil's Den

“Dead. Of course. Bitch had a mouth on her.”

“You fucking asshole,” I roar on a harsh exhale, wanting to kill him right here. What else do I have to lose?

“If I was so bad, I would’ve sent her here when she was a kid, but I didn’t.I”—he slaps a hand across his chest—“took care of that girl!”

“Yeah, some father you are.”

“Never wanted a kid, but I kept her. Me! You should thank me, you ungrateful bastard.” He pops up his chin with a snarl. “I don’t even know why I pretended she was mine, but I’m tired of it. I should’ve told her and sent her away to be a whore like her mother was.”

“I’m gonna ki—” I advance, but suddenly two men are at my side, clutching each one of my arms as I attempt to fight them off.

“Shh.” He holds out a hand as the lights dim more. “Let’s not get your throat sliced open tonight. I want you to enjoy the performance. If she’s anything like her mother, I’m sure she’ll put on a good one.”

My vein pulsing at my neck practically rips out of me, as the room fills with my animalistic growl.

The men try to push me back onto the chair, while I fight them like hell, punching one while another lands a hit to my chin. Something hard smacks the back of my head and that’s all they need to shove me down onto the chair, holding me there while I stir.

Another rushes up to me, a corded rope in his hand, and I know exactly what they’re going to do. I try to get out, but they overpower me, wrapping the rope around my body, binding me to where I sit.

“I knew we’d have to use this,” Agnelo chides. “Your behavior has always been much to be desired.”

“Let me out!” I shout, my fists balling, my eyes on the woman I love as the hands of other men are on her, gliding up and down her arms.

I’m restrained, yet fighting it anyway, shouting her name as one throws her onto the floor, another pulling down her dress, exposing her breasts as she sobs.

“Fuck! No!” I scream, my chest piercing with a deep, raw pain, stinging at my eyes. I want to burn this entire place, slice my knife across every person here, lining the walls with their blood.

“Please, don’t do this,” she begs, her voice small, shredded into pieces of her broken soul. But the crowd continues to watch, still, like statutes, nothing inside them but sin.

A man takes something out of his pants pocket and I realize it’s zip ties before she does, and the tears behind my eyes swell.

“No, Aida!” I scream, breaking, the strength in me gone. “You can still stop this,” I urge him, every word punctured with agony.

A man ties her wrists together in front, but she fights them. “No! Stop!” she screams, kicking at them while the other son of a bitch holds her legs with his knees, yanking her dress all the way off.

“Pretty thing,” he groans, his knuckles running over one of her breasts. “Can’t wait to have a taste.”

“Let her go!” I rattle in the chair, pulling at my wrists, fastened to my sides.

Their clothes come off, and when they touch her, feel her, the vomit and shame, it slices up my throat. All I can do is stand by while they violate her. I deserve death for this.

Unable to stand another moment of it, I close my eyes. My fucking tears spill and flow.

Agnelo’s hand is around my jaw, his fingers pushing into my flesh. “Open your fucking eyes, kid. Look at her!” But I don’t. I can’t. “Look at her with those men,” he continues, his fingers clawing at my eyelids.

But I don’t have to see what’s happening to know. The grunts of the men…Goddamn it!My body heats up with pure rage, my throat closing in from the paralyzing pain as I catch the sight of one man moving on top of her.

Aida…I’m sorry

“This is what she likes.” Agnelo chuckles. “She doesn’t want some kid in her basement. She wants a real fucking man. She loves it. Look at how she spreads her legs for them.”

“Fuck you! You’re sick!” I choke on the words.

They flip her over, forcing her onto all fours, one man in front, his dick in her mouth, while the other is inside her.

“No!” I shatter. My eyes shut again, tears filling them, shaking as the back of my throat throbs, my body silently shriveling.

“You look at her, I said!” He pulls at my eyelids once more. “This is all you two will ever have.”

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