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“Why?”

“He has a very important role to play in our take over here. Connor, you, Rafe, the three of you will be instrumental.”

I shook my head. “London not good enough anymore?”

“Not big enough.” Father’s eyes flashed with glee at that thought. He craved more. It was as simple as that. Just expansion. An international move. And since the fuck up thatwas Brexit, it didn’t matter where. Trade was shit everywhere. Europe. The US. Anywhere. So why not here? With the vast empty spaces and land to fill with whatever nefarious business you wanted. Like Rafael, the church was a means to an end. A ploy.

Mother wandered back in to let us know the cooks wanted the dining room to prepare the table for dinner, so our conversation ended. One neither of us wished for, and one I’m sure we were both plotting a way out of. He didn’t want me in this role, and I didn’t want to be in it. A fuckin stalemate if there ever was one.

And it was while we were eating the baked cod and sipping cool crisp white wine that my phone vibrated with a message from Christian. Not caring about the rudeness of pulling my phone out at the table, despite the tsk from our mother, I read his words.

Christian: You have to do it tonight.

Chapter 24

Violet

Myeyes,scratchyanddry, opened a second before the pain flooded my nervous system. I whimpered and cried out, but was unable to move my mouth. Something was holding it open. Something sharp, metal, too big, straining my cheek muscles like they could rip apart at any moment, leaving me with gaping slashes from the corner of my lip to my ear. Tears poured from my eyes as I tried to check in with the rest of my body, trying to do a mental toll to see how much damage had been done during my time unconscious.

The cabin, I was in the cabin. It was dark, and I was on a table in the center, on my back, each limb bound tight. The glimmer of gratitude I had to not be dangling from the butcher’s hook lasted just a second. My legs were bent at the knee and spread wide, my bottom hanging off the edge, exposed and open to all. A metal collar, or something similar, held my head in place, cold and solid around my neck, so I couldn’t look down to see what they’dpulled taut across my breasts. Someone had tied my arms to my side to, pinning them flat against the table. Immovable. Locked in position. Open and vulnerable to whatever monster strolled in.

The areas of my body pressed into the cold metal had grown blessedly numb. From lack of blood flow or something else, I didn’t know. But all I could do was blink, wait, beg for Theo to come in before Rafael did.

It felt as if hours passed like that, trapped in that humiliating, uncomfortable position, terrified of what was going to happen next. As my mind began to drift at last, to disappear, a ring of light shattered the darkness around the door frame, flickering like from a torch or phone screen.

Every so often, someone would walk past, but no matter how much noise I made, no one came. Male laughter echoed through the trees, muffled through the thick wood of this bastard cabin. I kept sinking, letting myself go, but I never reached that bottom. It never came. I wasn’t getting out of this alive. This was it. Rafe had grown tired of my body not giving him what he needed. But my brain refused to switch off.

Eventually, when the numbness in my flesh had almost spread to my mind, the door opened. I didn’t need to turn my head to see who it was. I knew from the sound of his footsteps it was my tormentor. But then more footsteps followed, less familiar, but still looming. More men piled into the space behind him until the last one clicked the door shut and someone turned on a dim light in the corner.

Rafe’s face glowed as he stared down at me, evil. Pure evil there in those black eyes.

“These men are here to punish you with me,” he said, and the group shuffled, excited. I could almost spot them if I strained my gaze to the side, stretching the muscles to see my periphery. “I’ve grown tired of you, you see, and part of what the men of thechurch are promised is access to woman's bodies. May as well be yours,” he said, like he was telling me the weather. My eyes were wide as I stared up at him, unable to do anything else, all too aware of the men moving around my head, my feet. Les, Jack and his brother all smirked at me, buzzing with excitement at having unfettered access. Les's eyes flickered with evil. His skin was even paler than before, his face more gaunt. I couldn't track how long it had been since I'd hurt him, but he didn't look good. Sickly.

Someone touched my hip, and I flinched. Rafe laughed. “I don’t care what happens to you now. They still can’t have your pussy, but they can have your ass, your mouth. Anything else that comes to mind. Maybe then you will wake up and fall pregnant. Maybe this is the damage you need to finally do your fucking job.”

I tried to shake my head, to implore him, to promise him that somehow, someway, I would make a baby for him, I would. Even if it sickened me. This… this was too much. Every time I believed I might give up and become his tool, his toy, a glimmer of fight burst out.

He chuckled again before moving away. I could only listen as he settled between my legs, pulling something with wheels closer while a man above me hovered, waiting. They were too close, too in the shadows to know which of Rafe’s closest men it was. I fell beyond fear, beyond despair. I was unable to fight, unable to beg. Only my eyes darted around, my ears rang, and my heart pounded.

Something, a finger, I think, pushed into my pussy. Well-lubed, which was a surprise, but not gentle. Three quick prods, sharp against the sensitive walls, and a second finger entered; a third followed. All vicious, all stretching.

“Someone fuck her throat, so she stops whimpering. I can’t fucking stand that sound anymore,” Rafe said, and I knew it washim down there, thrusting his fingers in and out of me. But why? He’d never prepped me like this before. Never taken the care to make sure it didn’t hurt.

A cock shoved into my mouth, floppy and musty, rooting around for suction or tightness it wouldn’t be able to find. But the man’s body pressed against my face, his hips and crotch grinding into my nose. It was hard to breathe, only shallow seeps of air making it past. My jaw ached, my tears streamed, and I wanted to bellow out my hatred for this stupid sickness, for these evil men, wavering from despair to anger, bleak emptiness and raging fury.

“Calm it, idiot,” Rafe spat to the room. “Don’t want her damaged beyond repair. I want her conscious for this.” He was met with chuckles as someone grabbed my head and forced it to the side, making the metal of the collar dig into my neck. Fingers gouged inside my mouth; I was powerless to stop it. I couldn’t bite, couldn’t refuse. Could only take it as they held onto my lips, stretching them wide, and pummeled their hips into my cheeks, their dirty cock against my dry tongue. At least I was breathing now. I felt my despair grow as they subjected me to their abuse. Why was I unable to just get used to it? Live in my fate.

There was no way out of this. Fighting back wouldn’t help me here.

Rafe stretched me out further as I tried not to retch at the flavor of the penis rubbing against my taste buds. Another finger, twisting and flexing inside me. Four, I think. Four fingers pushing rough into me as I gasped in pain, the noise swallowed by the brute slapping his hips into my face. I didn’t even know which of the men it was, what any of them were doing to me. He tasted of sweat, his pre-cum making me gag as it landed on my tongue.

“Watch this, boys,” Rafe said, and the man stopped fucking my face, keeping his shaft on my tongue, braced, making meretch more at the heaviness of it. My vision was overwhelmed by his body, his ass and his thighs hovering over me. Hairy thighs blocked my ears and the stench of sweat clogged up my nose.

My muscles tensed in fear when Rafe withdrew and laughed, then the stretching pain in my vagina rocketed up to indescribable, making me wail and scream. Stretched too far, too much, like I was going to rip in two. “That’s a whole fist, useless girl,” Rafe said, almost laughing. His whole fist. He’d pushed his whole fist into me. It felt like a punch, vicious and brutal as he rammed in deeper. Rips formed in bloody punches, the thin skin no match to his brutality.

My body didn’t want it. Tried to reject him and he forced and twisted his way deeper and deeper. My body roiled, and I fought not to throw up as panic heated me, made my vision blurry and my skin feel tortured with needles and knives. My stomach ached deep inside, a sharp sting than rolled from two sources, from my ribs to my thighs, stabbing and stinging and consuming me whole.

Still, the man continued to fuck into my mouth, picking up speed until he orgasmed on my tongue, the warm splatter making me heave. His fingers pushed between my lips after he withdrew, and he shoved them down my throat, forcing his cum to trickle down my neck. “Swallow it,” he growled, his tone gruff and ragged.

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