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But we all know this time is different.

This time, they are ours to do with as we please.

Those are our direct orders.

To make her,them, ours, and by the time we’re done with them, they’ll do anything and everything we ask.

“You catch more flies with honey, Reap.” Viper stands and leaves the room, following Breaker.

Several minutes later, the door to Cora’s room cracks open and Breaker and Viper walk in. They must have fucking run to get to her so quickly.

“They’re going to regret this,” Reaper says, eyeing the screen.

I don’t tell him I think we’reallgoing to regret this, maybe him most of all.

Chapter 4

Cora

Blackness tries to invademy mind, memories threatening to break loose. I know I’m notthere, but that same fear tangles in my belly, making me want to claw free of this room.

I’m here, I tell myself.I’m not back there.

The problem is, I don’t know wherehereis.

I just know they took us.

Delly. God, where’s Delly?

The thought of them hurting her sends fiery rage through my bones. I’ve done so many fucked up things to protect her. All to make sure she never found out what Rune is really like, and now he’s pissed off the wrong person. I’ve done somanyfucked up things just trying to survive him, and I’msotired of surviving. Life has been cruel sometimes, and I’m sick of making the best of my situation.

My parents died, murdered when I was ten, and instead of giving me to a family who may have loved me, I was handedover to Rune, the man responsible for ending my parent’s life. Handed over like a doll to do with as he wished.

And did he ever.

He’s made me as much as he’s destroyed me. Treating me just like he did his own daughter until one day something snapped in his head, and things were different. He was different. I was different. I look just like my mother, and I think he hated that so much it twisted his affection for me into something cruel.

FuckingPapa. My gut twists. The sick bastard got what he’s wanted all along. To tear me up, and now I’m fucked. Because of him, I’m in a room, laying in my piss, bound and cold as hell. And angry.

God, I’m angry.

I have adapted to every single shitty thing thrown my way. Dead parents? Okay. I have a new father. New father wants to shove his dick into my barely eighteen-year-old mouth, then punch his cum from between my lips until I was sure my teeth may break? Not great, but I adjusted. I knew there was no escaping him after those first few times he forced me, so I made myself more appealing, hoping he would hurt me less. It worked. Papa now likes I willingly spread my legs and fall to my knees like the whore he says my mother was. Not fighting the orgasms my body wants, even if they unfold inside me creased with pain.

Not fighting him.

Now, his meanness only comes out in bursts instead of a torrential downpour. He never cared that I cried, or that he hurt me as he fucked me over his desk, but he cared I kept my mouth shut and I have. I was his good girl. His dirty little secret and I never breathed a word. Not even Clyde knows the depths of Rune’s sick love for me. And his love has already caused me so much harm, I shouldn’t be surprised that I’m here.

The four men I let pleasure me last night have taken us and it’s all Rune’s fault. How? I’m not sure yet, but things tendto reveal themselves when they’re ready. And people love to talk about why they do the things they do. I have a feeling if I wait it out and survive long enough, they’ll reveal why they took us.

I just have to do as they ask until then.

I’ve been lying awake in this cold room long enough to know I’m in a house that is somewhere near the ocean. The distant sound of waves crashing are too loud to be a lake and it’s cold as fuck in here, so that means we’re further north.

Delly.She must be so sacred and worried. She’s always been protective of me and not knowing if I’m okay is going to eat her alive. But she’s smart. She will remember what Rune said when they took us, and figure out this is some sort of revenge plot to get Rune to pay up. Which means they won’t hurt us.

Or at least we won’t be killed.

I think.

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