Page 97 of Savage Scream

I glance around quickly, trying to figure out how to stop this. It’s a bit fucking hard when both my hands are strung up, but I still have my legs. I could kick him in the nuts, I suppose, but then what? I risk another punch to the face and blacking out completely. Then I’ll likely wake up to him raping me.

Shit.

SHIT!

Real panic grips my heart like a closing fist as I watch Adam slather his dick with more oil while his parents watch on. This is really going to happen. He’s really going to rape me.

But at least it’s not Cassie again.

I keep reminding myself of that, my eyes darting around the room to find her slumped on the floor, her skin covered in dirt and blood and face so badly beaten that I’m sure it will leave permanent damage. Cassie may have been whoring herself out before all of this happened, but she doesn’t deserve this. No one does.

She’d been a sex worker for the Kerrs, something they drummed into her head from a young age, no doubt. They groomed her into that role, and now they treat her like trash.

I wonder what she would be doing with her life now, if she never went into the Kerrs’ care. I wonder if she would have found happiness.

“Fuck, I’m so ready to break your hymen.” Adam grins, shifting closer again, and I roll my eyes, feigning boredom.

“Too late. That ship sailed years ago.” I lie, and hell, it’s worth the fist in my hair, reefing my head back, just for the look of disappointment on Adam’s face at my words.

“How about your arse?” he snaps, spittle hitting my nose. “How many have fucked you there?”

I start laughing. “So many. It’s practically prolapsing.”

Jesus fucking Christ. I can’t let him go there.

Growling with fury, he shoves his hard dick between my thighs, fucking the narrow space there.

The urge to lift my legs apart to stop him from touching me that way is strong, but that will give him easier access to my sex, and I need to avoid that for as long as possible.

He grips my hips tight as he starts thrusting, and the moment he hooks his fingers in my panties to pull them down, a large explosion rattles the basement from somewhere above, before the unmistakable sound of gunfire starts.

Finally.

While Adam freezes, his eyes going wide in panic, I hoist my legs up, wrapping them around his waist tight and locking my ankles behind his back, taking him off guard. His eyes go wide in surprise, but I don’t give him a chance to say or do anything about it before I sink my teeth into his neck, right over the jugular.

I’m not sure why there is such a big craze about vampires, because blood doesnottaste good. At all! But what is good is the heated gush that fills my mouth, pouring down my chin and chest. It’s fucking epic knowing I have his life source spilling free.

Clamping my teeth together so tightly that I tear a chunk of his flesh away, I try not to gag on its texture as I spit it free.

His roar is loud as he struggles against my hold, pressing his hand to his neck, but I keep my legs locked tight, my ears picking up more gunfire somewhere above us. As Adam flails, I latch onto the other side of his neck, doing the same thing, mashing my teeth closer together while he tries to punch me in the head.

He lands a few blows, but I keep my teeth deep in his flesh until they finally meet and I tear more flesh from him.

His struggles are getting weaker, his concern focused on the amount of blood he’s losing rather than fighting me off, and while I spit as much of his flesh and blood from my mouth as I can, my eyes catch Bianca and Douglas fleeing up the stairs with guns raised.

Suddenly, Adam stiffens, his back arching as a gasp flies from his lips, and I peer over his shoulder to see a leg of the chair Travis broke earlier, protruding from his back.

“Set her free!” Travis calls, and the battered face of Cassie comes into view, her shaky hands darting from where she just staked Adam, to look up at me.

As Adam’s body starts to fall limp, I unhook my ankles and let him flop to the floor with a thud.

A loud crash from above shakes Cassie out of her daze, and she moves as quickly as she can, reaching up and unfastening the leather cuffs restraining me to the beam overhead.

As soon as I land back on the floor, I give my wrists a rub and shake my hands around, trying to get the blood flowing again as I gesture my head to Travis.

“Can you get him free?” I ask Cassie, and she nods before stumbling to him.

I jump around a few times, trying to get my body back in fighting form, needing to pump the blood everywhere.

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