Page 141 of Hate Mates

Twisted by C. Hallman

Three masked Men.

One innocent Woman.

Two hours in Hell.

When I agreed to sell my body for sixty-thousand dollars, I knew there wouldn’t be a safe word in Purgatory’s basement.

But I didn’t know there would be three of them.

I guess they call it Hell for a reason, and I’m about to find out why.

ONE

Flora

My legs threaten to give out as I stand in the center of the room, wearing nothing but a white, lacy lingerie set. My whole body shudders, and that’s only partially because it’s pretty cold down here. My palms are clammy, and my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.

This is the last place I want to be, but I have no other choice. I need the money so badly, and there’s no other way to get this much in this short of an amount of time.

I look around the large room, taking in the dark floor and blood red walls. There is a four-post bed at the far-right wall, and on the left are black wooden shelves with all kinds of sex toys, like dildos, vibrators, anal plugs and some whips. Against the wall ahead of me is an array of sex furniture, including a large cross with restraints hanging from multiple spots.

I try to swallow the knot in my throat and calm myself down.

It’s only two hours. It’s just sex. How bad can it be?

Bad.

There are no safe words down here in the basement of Purgatory. The elite adult club has many rules upstairs, but down here, anything goes. Once I signed the paper in Lucian’soffice, I sold my body for two hours. One hundred and twenty minutes of giving up control completely and letting a man do whatever he wants to me. Two hours for sixty grand. That’s how much he is paying me, and I need every penny of it—desperately.

My father is a good man, but he has a big gambling problem. And this time, he borrowed money from the wrong people. The Stone brothers run this city. Everyone knows them, and most fear them. A shiver runs down my spine when I think about the day I met one brother. He came to the coffee shop where I work, his eyes scanning me like I was prey. I’ll never forget his deep voice taunting me with flirtatious words. His boyish grin almost had me fooled, but I knew he was one of the three devils.

Dad should have known better than to take anything from the Stone brothers, but his addiction has been bad ever since Mom died.

Sadness invades my chest at the memory of my mom. I miss her so much.

But my thoughts evaporate into thin air at the sound of the door handle turning. I spin around to face the entrance and let my arms awkwardly hang by my sides, suddenly not sure what to do with my limbs.

The handle turns and the door is pushed open. I hold my breath as a large man comes into view. The first thing I see is the mask he wears over his face. It’s a light up mask with crosses over his eyes and a wide, scary smile over his mouth.

He enters the room, and I instinctively take a step back. This man is huge—definitely over six feet tall, with wide shoulders and thick arms. He’s wearing a red hoodie and dark jeans.

I stand there frozen in fear as he comes closer, revealing two more men in masks behind him. I shake my head and wrap my arms around myself as the three men pile into the space, closing the door behind them with a loud thud.

“You look a bit scared, doll,” the first man in the red hoodie chuckles. His voice is deep and sultry, sending goosebumps across my arms.

“I didn’t know there were going to be three of you,” I admit, my voice quiet and wobbly.

The second man wearing a green hoodie speaks next, “That's why we’re in Hell, and not upstairs. You can’t say no to us down here.”

I can’t see his face, but I think he’s smiling because of the tone in his voice.

The third guy wearing a black hoodie stays silent, which somehow makes him the scariest to me. All three of them are massive, towering over my five foot three inches petite frame.

I swallow hard, panic setting in. These guys could seriously hurt me. I glance at the door, the only way out. I could make a run for it if it wasn’t for the three men in the way of that exit. Not to mention the bouncers in the hallway. I’m trapped for the next two hours.

“You look like you’re about to pass out,” Red tells me, sounding a bit worried now.

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