Page 9 of Redemption's Inferno

Emilie was bound on a billiards table of some sort, spread-eagle, and completely naked. She was filthy and he tried not to think about whether or not she’d been subjected to golden showers. Someone had used body paint to write the words “slut” and “whore” on her torso and right thigh, and her hair looked greasy, matted against her scalp. Cuddy stood at Emilie’s head, one hand squeezing her neck while he held his penis in the other and ordered her to open her mouth. The crowd cheered as Cuddy moved Emilie’s head so it hung over the edge of the table.

Chains stood off to the side, fists still painfully clenched, wondering what to do. Emilie was completely stoic, her face a mask showing zero emotion. It was strange, how still she was, her eyes closing as another man bent his head and began sucking one of her breasts. People were laughing and whistling, calling her vile names; yet Emilie didn’t react. Ironically, she didn’t appear afraid or humiliated—it was as if she wasn’t even emotionally present. Her eyes were vacant, body still, even her breathing appeared to have stopped. Chains would have panicked had it not been for the opening and closing of her eyes.

She wanted this, he reminded himself. If he could just keep his temper in check for the duration, he would find a blanket, cover her up and take her out of here. He didn’t want to make a scene for a lot of reasons, mostly because she was well-known and respected in the BDSM community. For him to stop this in the middle would make both of them look bad, and despite his worry, he understood she most likely would be angry if he didn’t let her finish what she had started. It was taking a lot of self-control to keep watching, though. Too many people had died participating in this type of activity; how the hell did they find this fun?

Cuddy let go of Emilie’s neck and, before she could take a deep breath, pushed his impressive cock into her mouth. He moved slowly, going deeper and deeper until he was fully submerged. Chains’ breath caught as he realized having a penis that size so far down her throat she wouldn’t be able to breathe. He wasn’t going to choke her; he was going to deep throat her until she stopped breathing.

Watching carefully, he saw the rise and fall of her chest slow and eventually stop. Even with the man’s mouth on her breast, she wasn’t moving at all anymore. He’d spent a lot of time in the BDSM world, but not with this, and he was damned if he was going to risk her life just so she could say she did it.

“Enough!” Chains’ deep baritone was loud, causing everyone to turn in his direction. His eyes narrowed as he watched Cuddy slowly pulling his cock out of Emilie’s mouth.

“Who the fuck are you?” Cuddy growled, motioning to a security guard standing a few feet away as Chains grabbed his arm.

“Forgotten me, have you?” Chains towered over the smaller man.

“Chains? That you, mate?” Cuddy seemed amused. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“Came to get my girl.” His eyes never left Cuddy’s.

“She came to me!” Cuddy sputtered, taking a step back, his eyes wide. “This wasn’t my idea—I didn’t force her to do this!”

“But you weren’t going to stop, were you?” Chains pointed to a woman standing off to the side. “Untie her.”

The woman hesitated.

“Now!” Chains’ voice blasted through the room, making everyone jump. The woman quickly began untying Emilie as Cuddy’s security guard approached with a snarl.

“Boss?”

“Call off your man,” Chains said with a deathly quiet growl. “Unless you want me to snap him in half.”

Cuddy raised a hand, causing his man to fall back. “What do you want, Chains?”

“Told you—came for my girl.” Chains wasn’t sure what had prompted him to call her his twice now, but the words came out and he wasn’t going to correct himself in front of these people.

“She doesn’t want to go,” Cuddy stood up a tad straighter.

Chains barely contained his anger. “She’s done here.” He glanced down and saw Emilie was untied but hadn’t moved, though she was breathing again.

“Come on, love, time to go.” Chains’ voice softened as he looked down at her. “Can you get up?”

Cuddy started to laugh. “Don’t you see? She—” He gasped as a muscular arm snaked out and grabbed him by the throat.

“Have someone bring a blanket,” Chains growled. He released Cuddy abruptly and the man grasped his neck, the fear in his eyes unmistakable.

Someone thrust a sheet of some sort at Chains and he grabbed it, dropping it over Emilie and gently picking her up. She still hadn’t moved or said a word, so he carried her to the stairs and down to the main floor. The man at the door looked at him in surprise.

“Where are her things?” Chains barked at him.

“In the back!” The man motioned with his head.

Chains went down a hallway and saw several closed doors. “Which one, love?”

“Last one at the end.” Emilie barely whispered but Chains heard her.

Chapter 4

He kicked open the door and was grateful to see a bathroom off to the side of the spacious bedroom. He headed right for it and put her down inside the shower. He balled up the sheet and tossed it on the floor before reaching out to turn on the water. Emilie’s legs started to give out and he grabbed her, his strong arm catching her about the waist. She sagged against him, her eyes drooping.

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