Page 115 of Beautifully Wounded

The other officers chuckle, doing the same as their leading officer, and undoing their flies to release their...

This can't be happening.

“How about you, darlin’?” the leading officer asks Jols, but before she can react, Wendy shoves Jols aside and steps forward.

“I can take your big fat cock, officer.”

Shit. Did Wendy just do that for Jols?

“Get on your knees then, whore,” he snarls, and she hurries forward to do just that.

“Come on, girls. Don’t be scared.” One of the other officers says this time, and almost like the Doxies have already discussed it and know who is meant to do the deed, Celina who was all over the President the first time I met him, steps forward, followed by, Helina, which was the Doxy Brody had bailed up outside Ringo’s door. And the last to step forward is perhaps the biggest surprise because of how young she is.

Nessy.

I look away. I can’t watch this. There’s nothing sensual about this at all, and although explicit scenes are common outside Ringo’s room, this is nothing but vulgar coercion that rolls my stomach.

Ringo.

Come back.

I want to cry, but I know that won’t help the situation, and the fact that Officer Allen is out there, the same officer that threatened the safety of my sisters if I proceeded with my rape allegations, reminds me that I need to stay alert. Strong. And ready to run.

What is hedoing here, anyway? He works in the Timber Valley district… Doesn’t he?

Maybe more police were required in the city to ensure compliance of the lockdown.

Whatever the reason, I hate the thought that it’s no coincidence that he’s turned up here. Surely, I’m overthinking this.

When I hear the officers cheering a little, I sneak another peek to find some of the Doxies kissing each other.

They can’t be getting off on this too, right?

I try my best not to look at the officers getting their appendages sucked, but when I do, I notice Officer Allen forcefully holding Wendy’s head as he thrusts into her mouth, and I know, I just know it’s choking her. Gagging her. Hurting her.

It’s then that some of the Doxies strip their tops off and start sucking on each other’s nipples. I’m momentarily shocked that they would be so on board with this, until I notice Casey’s face as she turns away from the officers. She’s fighting back tears.

Oh… my…

I watch on, assessing every detail this time, and every time the officers get too rough, the Doxies try to catch their attention.

Of course.

They are trying to help.

They are trying to get the officers over the line faster, so they stop hurting their friends and leave.

Tears well in my eyes at how utterly wrong this entire thing is, yet how beautiful it is that friends would go that far to help each other.

I used to have that. Until I betrayed Lexi. Until I helped the girls at school bully her about the secret she’d tried to keep. Adevastatingly humiliating secret, much like mine in ways, but so different in others.

Lexi didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve her best friend turning her back on her and helping others harass her. Hell, there was even a physical fight or two.

But I still did it. To save my own arse.

I flop down in the chair, giving my eyes a break from the vile scene outside, and glance around the room.

It’s a shitty room. There’s nothing special about it and not a hint of personality that speaks to the man Ringo is.

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