Page 63 of Redemption

“If you hurt Teegan I’ll—” The hand on my arm moves to fist the back of my hair and pull my head back until I’m staring up into a cold pair of brown eyes.

“Ye’ll what? There’s nothin’ ye can do. So shut yer trap, before I fill it with my dick and shut it for ye.” Keeping a firm grip on my hair, he pushes my body forward. Faint grunts from my dad echo behind us as the two guys drag him along.

At the top of the stairs, we split up. They take my dad through a dark hallway off to the right. I go to follow them when I’m pulled back by my hair into Murphy’s chest. “Yer with me.” He shoves me in the opposite direction, through a house and up another set of stairs. Our steps never stopping until we reach a bedroom.

Everything inside me trembles. Knowing what he has planned for me has my body in fight or flight mode. I claw at his hands until I feel pieces of his skin embed underneath my nails and the wetness of his blood dripping down my fingers. My body never stops fighting. I’ve become the wildcat Axel always calls me. I fight against him with everything I have, but it’s useless;He’s too strong.

Murphy uses his weight to his advantage and shoves me forward until we’re deep inside the room. With a quick shove of his hands I’m tumbling face first into the mattress. As soon as I land, I scramble up to my arms in a poor attempt to crawl away from him, but he’s on me in flash before I can even make it halfway across the bed and has me flipped over onto my back. The full weight of his body pins me down against the mattress. He bares his teeth at me as he wraps a hand around my throat.

“I’ve waited a long time for ye. And now yer mine.” He trails the finger of his free hand down the side of my throat, stopping on my shirt. Without warning, he fists the cotton material and rips it down the middle. Cold air hits my skin as a lump forms in my throat. His gaze drop down to exposed chest and a wicked smile creeps onto his face. “I always knew ye were a lace girl.”

“Fuck you, asshole! Axel will find me and when he does, he’s going to rip your dick off and make you choke on it.” I make a fist and swing up, knocking him upside the head before he even has time to blink.

“Ye fecking cunt. Ye’re going to regret that.” Both hands come up to my neck and squeeze. His muscles are corded as red fills his face. “Dead or alive, I will feck ye. I don’t mind sticking my dick in a corpse.”

I kick my legs out to try and buck him off of me, but I can’t get the upper hand no matter how hard I try. He’s too heavy. Clawing at him only angers him further and his hands clamp down even tighter. My lungs burn as the need for oxygen increase and black spots cloud my vision. The more he deprives me of air the more light headed I become until I’m floating out of my body. I close my eyes and give myself over to the peaceful feeling coursing through me. This is the end. I feel it. I just hope Axel finds what’s left of me before it’s too late.

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