Page 116 of Beautifully Wounded

No, to find a peek of that you need to rummage through his drawers.

The corner of my mouth quirks.

I can’t believe I found his sex toy and, like… touched it. And he sprung me.

My cheeks heat at the memory.

Sex had been such a hateful thing before I came here. I know it’s not about love here, but what I’ve observed, it’s absolutely about pleasure. Most of the time, that also includes the woman’s pleasure too. Well, all but the time Brody choked Darla with his… dick in Ringo’s bathtub. There’s no way that was pleasurable for her.

The knowing sound of grunts has me peeking back out, and I regret that decision instantly witnessing Celina throw up a few mouthfuls of semen, while poor Wendy gets sprayed with thick white ropes of the same stuff, all over her face, hair and chest.

Ew.

I gag.

Shit.

Sucking ina deep breath, I try to ward off my need to hurl right now.

It can wait until these awful officers have left. Then I can purge all I want.

I notice a few of the men are conscious again, but they make no attempt to stand, and as I, and they, watch the Doxies get up off the ground from their knees and scurry back over to the others, the officers tuck their now limp penises away before Officer Allen speaks.

“One last thing.” He reaches into the breast pocket of his shirt and pulls out something. A piece of paper maybe. Then he holds it out for everyone to see, walking slowly past them to make sure each Doxy, and then each conscious man gets a good look.

“Has anyone seen this girl? She was kidnapped from her home in Fox Pines last Thursday night. Her name is Abbey Delany, and her parents are distraught.”

What?

No.

NO!

This can’t be happening.

“What did you say her name was?” Wendy asks, and my heart thrashes wildly in my chest.

She’ll give me up. I know she will. She hates me. Has some sort of infatuation with Ringo, so getting me out of the way will solve her problems.

Officer Allen strolls back towards Wendy, still holding the photo up, and I notice Jols subtly glance my way.

Oh, my god.

I have to go.

But I can’t.

I’m trapped in here. There’s no back door.

If Officer Allen gets me, not only will I be taken back to my parents, but I’ll be forced to marry Daniel, and this nightmare will never end.

“I’ve never seen her before.” Jols speaks up before anyone else, and slowly, one by one, the other Doxies shake their heads in agreement.

“Hmmm.” Wendy hums, leaning closer to the picture. “I’m not sure why you’d ask us.” Wendy shifts back, glaring up at Officer Allen. “We aren’t in the skin trade. And besides. None of our men would take a liking to such a plain Jane. Poor thing looks like she’d cry if she saw a cock.”

The other Doxies giggle, but Officer Allen remains stoic, glaring at Wendy.

Then he clicks his tongue.

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