Page 92 of Savage Scream

Travis.

I dart my head around trying to see him, but it’s not until Adam flings me off his shoulder and I slam back onto a table that my eyes connect with Travis’ as the wind flies from my lungs.

I ignore the fact that I can’t breathe for a few long moments, and keep my eyes trained on my little brother, assessing him for injuries.

He’s pretty banged up, one eye swollen shut, his lip split and dry blood staining his chin. There’s a cut in one of his eyebrows too, and his right hand is wrapped in what I assume is the t-shirt that he’s no longer wearing, blood staining the fabric. His pale skin is painted in purple and yellow bruising, and there’s even a fucking burn mark on his chest.

I’m going to kill Adam Kerr if it’s the last thing I do.

“Ell. Are you ok?” he asks from where he’s tied to a chair at the edge of the room, and I give him a nod, even as Adam starts cackling like a crazy person.

“She’s gonna be alright when I fuck that innocence from her.”

“Don’t go near her!” Travis roars, and I flinch.

I’ve never heard him sound so animalistic.

“Oh, but I have to.” Adam snickers, moving closer to me to run his fingers up over the curve of my hips.

His first mistake was not tying me down.

The moment he’s close enough, I rear up and headbutt him, causing him to stagger back as blood starts pissing from his nose.

“You fucking cunt!” His fist is like a brick, slamming into the side of my face with such force that I see stars.

I guessmymistake was not headbutting him hard enough, because now he’s securing me to the damn table.

Crap.

In my temporarily dazed state, I can hear Travis yelling. Screaming. Cursing. And a minute later, I know why.

As I shake the haze from my vision, I see, and feel, a very naked Adam Kerr start to cut my clothes from my body.

Well, fuck. This isn’t good.

I struggle, my arms biting with pain, with the way they are being squashed under my back, my wrists still bound behind me. My feet are tied in place, spread apart on the tabletop, and a rope is weaved between my arms and my back, securing my top half in place.

“What a pleasant surprise. Such a curvy little thing for a shortie.” Adam grins, his eyes travelling over my nearly naked form, and I silently pray he leaves my bra and panties in place.

“Stay away from her!” Travis yells again, going crazy in his chair, shuffling it back and forth.

“Save your fucking breath, Trav. I thought you’d learned from the way I fucked Cassie in front of you earlier that you’d know there’s no way I’m stopping.”

“You didn’t fuck her!” Travis bellows. “YOU RAPED HER!”

The anguish in Trav’s tone is making me start to panic. I think about the beautiful moments Jared and I have spent together, and know that I’d rather die than have the act of sex tainted. Why do men like Adam Kerr have to use their dicks as weapons?

Suddenly, my view of Travis disappears as Adam’s hard cock fills my line of sight, and I quickly squeeze my eyes shut.

“Come on. I know you want it. All girls want it.” He cackles, and I hear the vile slapping sounds of him jerking off close to my ear.

“No! Stop!” Travis yells, and a moment later, a crash causes Adam to abandon his wanking session and turn away from me.

“What the fuck are you trying to do?” Adam snarls at Travis, and I now see part of Travis’ form, toppled sideways on the floor, still bound to the chair.

Adam starts laughing hysterically, turning his back on Trav and returning his focus to me. “You two are fucking nut jobs.”

“There’s a nut job in this room, and it isn’t me or Travis,” I hiss, which only angers Adam, and he leaps up on the table over me, standing while resuming his wank session.

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