Page 67 of Diamond Kisses

What was happening?

What was Victor doing to him?

Henri.

God, I’m so sorry.

Peter.

God, I’m so, so sorry.

This is all my fault.

All of it—

“Remember. Make a sound, and Peter pays the price,” Victor murmured. “Go. Take her.”

The man carrying me over his shoulder lumbered forward and slapped my ass.

No. Wait. Don’t—

It took all my willpower not to cry out.

Not to scream and shout and beg.

But I would never forgive myself if Peter was maimed because of me.

So I choked on all those words.

I gagged on all my screams.

With tears flowing the wrong way from being upside down, I sniffed and trembled as the man carried me somewhere, tossed me onto my feet, and wrenched the tight silver teddy that I’d worn every night since this torture began over my hips.

Baring me, he picked me up again, spread my legs, and made me kneel.

Tears poured down my cheeks as he arranged me over someone and pushed my shoulders down.

No.

Please.

Something hard and unequivocally male pressed against my core.

No.

Despair echoed in my bones, my blood.

Horror and panic howled in my lungs as an unseen man penetrated me against my wishes.

My head tipped forward as shock pushed me toward faintness.

Black spots and weakness.

I ran toward them.

If I passed out, I wouldn’t know.

I wouldn’t have to feel everything…endure anything.

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