Page 88 of Pray for the Damned

Ican’t stop my body from trembling.

I may be naked, but I’m anything but cold. No, it’s the stone-cold terror that has my entire body vibrating beneath the pressure of it.

Looking at Emmett calms me, but after the call to Kade, he’s looking anywhere but at me.

Does he think his twin will choose their father over me? Over us?

The asshole on my left brushes his fingers over my bare shoulder, not for the first time, and if I wasn’t worried about being raped before, I sure as hell am now.

They tossed my clothes out the window a few miles back, which means Kade can’t track us. I should probably be mad that they both had trackers on me, but that also meant they were able to keep me safe. Well, maybe not this time.

“You’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his breath whispering across my shoulder and sending bile up my throat. “It’s too bad the boss won’t let me fuck you yet. You’re going to come so pretty around my cock.”

“You wish,” I snap. I shouldn’t argue with him, but fuck that. I’ve spent my whole life too scared to stand up for myself, and Irefuse to allow another person to walk all over me. This asshole included.

His eyes flash with anger for a moment, and his hand wraps around my throat, cutting off my air supply before I can even blink. “Listen here, you little cunt, you’ll do well to remember that you’re fucking nothing. Regardless of if Draper takes you or if you’re thrown to the wolves, you’re going to be used until your pretty pussy bleeds. You won’t know fucking peace because there will be a cock taking one of your holes at every opportunity.”

Tears brim in my eyes as he tightens his hold on me. Death would be better than the picture he’s just painted for me, and if it comes to that, I will find any way to make it stop. I know myself well enough to know I won’t want to survive if any of what he’s describing happens.

“Now, I suggest you shut that mouth unless someone is fucking it. It’ll be better for you.”

He finally releases me, and I drag in a desperate breath at the same time a sob claws its way from my throat. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.

Emmett’s bruised face catches my eye, but he’s stoically still, a mask of indifference firmly in place, and it hurts. Doesn’t he care this is happening to me? Doesn’t he care about me at all?

Doubt creeps into my mind the longer we drive. What if it was all a lie? What if he never cared about me, but he was playing the long game to give me back to his father?

And Kade too. He was just on the phone being asked to take care of a problem.

What ifI’mthat problem?

Another hand runs up my thigh, and I swallow heavily. Every time one of them touches my naked body, I want to throw up, and my stomach has never felt as unsettled as it does now. Which makes sense seeing as I’ve been kidnapped, stripped, and now have two men touching me without my consent.

It would probably be kind of weird if my body wasn’t revolting against the entire situation.

The van comes to a sudden stop, and my body falls into one of the men, giving him the chance to get a handful of boobs as he “catches” me.

“You’re a bit skinny for me, but these tits are a nice handful,” he murmurs, and I press my eyes closed to stop more tears from falling. I’ve already shown them more weakness than I would like.

The door slides open, and Emmett is pulled out first. He goes willingly, barely sparing me a glance as he steps out into the cool night, leaving me alone with two men who have admitted to wanting to rape me.

I swallow heavily, trying desperately to settle my heart that’s trying to beat right out of my chest.

“You’re going to look so fucking good on my cock,” the one on the left says against the shell of my ear.

“Maybe we can both fuck your pussy. The sluts can always handle more than one cock in each hole.”

I blanch at the idea, my stomach rolling to the point I’m certain I’m about to lose the contents of my stomach all over the two of them, but then a voice sounds from outside the van.

“Hurry the fuck up. I don’t have all night to deal with this bullshit,” Emmett’s father demands, and they don’t hesitate to drag me to the door.

Without warning, one of them shoves me out the side of the van, and I fall, unable to catch myself with my hands bound.

I slam into the asphalt, and a cry falls from my lips as it scrapes across my knees and cheek. Agony tears through me as I quickly roll to my side, trying my best to keep my modesty intact. Not that it’s working, seeing as I’m butt naked in front of people that want nothing more than to hurt me.

“Get up, slut,” one of them snaps as he grasps me under the arm and tugs me up.

My shoulder screams at the move, but I manage to swallow the cry.

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