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I passed it to Ox, and he left the room.

“Come on. We’re gonna get you out of here and to a safe place where you can eat and sleep. I know your ass hungry.”

His shiny eyes widened in his coppery skin, and he looked hopeful, yet there was still that distrust there. I knew what that was all about. I’d experienced it myself, and he was right to maintain his wariness. There wasn’t a nigga on this Earth who could be trusted.

Six hours passed before I pulled my bike into my garage at the cabin. Gael would be useful in helping us figure some shit out.

Gael informed us he stayed in the house for almost ten minutes when he heard us pull up. He’d grabbed the gun that one of the men had stored when he thought no one was watching. Apparently, they hadn’t had time to clear everything out before they left. Gael recognized the sound of the Immortal Descendents long before he saw us.

I was still pissed at the knowledge that we’d missed those muthafuckas by minutes, according to Gael. I returned to my cabin at the end of the evening with that frustration built up inside of me.

For the last three days since I had brought September to my house, she had become compliant, doting even. I saw right through her bullshit. I knew there wasn’t anything that she wanted except for me to break my walls down so I would trust her. I trusted no bitch, and she wasn’t an exception. I trusted her less than any woman on this earth because she was the spawn of Satan. That was how I viewed Christopher Morgan.

I’d left her in the guest bedroom, chained to the bed. I had given her just enough slack in the chain to move from the bed to the mini refrigerator, to the bathroom, and back to the bed.

Thinking about the squalor that those women and Gael had been living in and knowing that Christopher Morgan was responsible for it all had me on edge. I wanted to eliminateeverything associated with his ass so that the earth had no reminders that he ever existed.

I unlocked the door to her room and froze. What the fuck?

I hadthe TV cued up all day, waiting for Priest’s return. I wasn’t watching the TV. I had spent most of the day working on the crossword puzzles and reading the books he had left with me. They were mostly books about philosophy that I found interesting, but I’d spent the majority of my time on the crossword puzzles.

The moment that I heard his bike, I had turned the TV to the porn site. I sat back on the bed and watched the porn with fascination. I had removed all my clothes except for the thong I wore. Priest hadn’t left the house until this morning, but the morning after he brought me up here, someone had visited. I was kept in the upstairs guest room while he chatted with someone downstairs. I could hear voices, but I couldn’t decipher if it was a male or a female. I just knew that after they left, Priest made his way to my room and dumped four large packages on the bed. They were all shrink-wrapped, and he had pulled a knife from his pocket and slit a hole in each.

“For you,” was all he said before he strode from the room again. I had eagerly opened them to find day and night clothes, underwear, a toothbrush, and grooming supplies inside. I wasn’t sure which one of those skanks at his club had told him my size,but they had gotten it right. I knew Priest hadn’t figured it out on his own.

“The fuck you think you’re doing?” he asked and eyed me suspiciously from the doorway.

I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder as I dragged the banana from between my lips. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the TV before I slid the banana between my lips again. Back and forth and in and out the banana went. The moans from the TV grew louder as the man pounded the woman’s throat mercilessly.

Damn, he looked as if he would kill her with that monstrous dick, but my girl took it like a champ. I tossed the banana aside and pretended to ignore Priest behind me in the doorway watching me. I flipped onto my belly, rested my elbows on the mattress, and propped my chin into my palms. I kicked my legs up behind me and crossed them at the ankles.

Priest moved behind me and unchained me. I knew that he could see my pussy from the movements that I made as I swung my crossed legs up and down. I also knew that my pussy was wet because the shit on TV had me horny as hell, despite my situation.

“This a fucking game to you, September?” he asked when I rolled onto my back to remove the chain from underneath me.

I continued to ignore him, rolled back onto my stomach, and slid my hand underneath my belly and down into my thong. I fingered myself lightly and watched his reflection on the TV screen.

“September, I fuck people up for playing games with me. I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but you’d better watch your step, baby girl. The only reason your ass still breathing is because daddy’s gonna see his little princess suffer before I end his miserable life and then yours.”

His words scared me, but his aggressive reaction stunned me.

Priest snatched me off the bed by my thong so fast that not only did my thong rip, but that shit rubbed against me so hard that I felt chafe. Why was he angry with me? Why was my plan backfiring?

“Ouch. What the fuck, Priest?”

“You wanna be a fucking tease? You walk around pretending like you’re better than everybody else, but you’re acting like every other ho out there.”

I pushed him. “Excuse you?”

“Using your body to get what the fuck you want. You don’t think I know you’re trying to break my walls down? You’re using your body to get me to trust you so that you can slip your ass outta here. I’ma use your body all right. And I’m gonna give you everything that pussy’s begging for right now. That nasty li’l porn video ain’t got shit on what I’ma do to your sweet pussy and fat ass,Mary.”

“Let me go, Priest. And my fucking name ain’t Mary!” I screamed. I struggled to break free of the hold he had on me.

It was useless. Priest dropped down on the bed and threw me across his lap recklessly. Before I could protest, his hand made violent contact with my ass. Tears sprung to my eyes at the burning sting.

“Muthafucka!” I screamed. “You did not just?—”

Whap! That hand smacked my ass again. I knew his palm had to be stinging because my ass was burning like crazy.

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