Page 178 of Outlaws of Tulsa

He tosses her in and then follows after her, unfastening his pants. She’s too tired to put up a fight. Simply plops down on the dirty mattress on the floor, waiting for the inevitable. I have to turn away, but I’m unable to ignore her cries or the grunts of the man abusing her. When he’s finished, another guy replaces him. This goes on until her cries are no longer heard.

My cheeks are wet and I swipe away the tears as I glance back at Terri. A man carries her out and then dumps her to the floor near Dragon. He doesn’t flinch. Her back moves, so I know she’s still breathing. Unfortunately. After the brutal rapes she just endured, she’d be better off dead.

Night Giant pats Dragon on the head and then points to the main cage. My heart rate quickens. The last thing I want to see is more murder.

“You,” Night Giant bellows as he stands and walks our way. “You remind me of little Caught when I first captured him.” His eyes glint evilly beyond the mask. “Innocent and so goddamn breakable. Your cock sucking video was just the beginning and already is a favorite among our viewers. Soon, you’ll be a well-known star like Caught.”

My chest squeezes painfully when I realize he’s speaking to Cove. Images of that bastard forcing my brother to suck a dick has me sick to my stomach. I can’t let him do that again. Or worse.

Hell no.

I’m shaking my head, gasping for breath as he nears. My limbs are quaking and my head throbs from lack of food. I realize I’m going to have to fight this man off my brother. When I try to stand, the man behind me yanks on my hair, keeping me in place.

“Stop,” I plead. “Don’t do this.”

Night Giant ignores me as he drags my silent brother toward the cage door. Calla sobs loudly, reaching for him to no avail. Cove gets shoved into the cage.

With Dragon.

The mindless murderer Night Giant has turned him into.

“He’s not like the others,” Night Giant says to Dragon. “You’re going to have to use his body like I use yours. Break him that way.”

“No,” I croak out. “Don’t do this.”

No one listens.

Cove’s body trembles as he lifts his terrified stare to Dragon, who is now circling him, cracking his neck. Bile rises up my throat and I gag. With nothing in my stomach, I don’t vomit.

“Take off your clothes,” Night Giant orders. “Now, boy.”

Cove stumbles over his feet as he backs away, whimpering and finally finding his voice. “No. I don’t want to do this.” So broken and small and innocent.

“If you don’t do it, Caught will help you,” Night Giant says with a cruel laugh. When Cove disobeys, Night Giant whistles at Dragon. “Here.” He shoves a small pocketknife through the chain length fence. “Help the boy, boy.”

Dragon’s green eyes blaze at the sight of the knife. He snatches it from Night Giant’s meaty hand and whirls around, his shoulders tense and poised as he readies to attack my brother. I can’t watch this, yet I can’t look away.

Dragon pounces toward Cove, but my brother is quick, sidestepping him. Not quick enough, though, because Dragon tackles him to the bed. Cove’s scream makes my bones rattle. Ruthlessly, Dragon tears through his shirt with the pocketknife.

Oh God.

I turn, kneeing the big guy holding my hair in the balls, and take off in a sprint to the cage door. Grabbing hold, I lean forward and yell at Dragon.

“Don’t touch my brother, you motherfucker!”

Someone swoops an arm around my waist to pull me away, but I cling to the cage, screaming like a wild banshee. Dragon, like a cat with a mouse pinned beneath his paws, turns his head to see what the commotion is about. We lock eyes and I shoot him a venomous glare.

“Dragon, let him go! Don’t do to him what that bastard did to you!” I shriek. “You’re better than that!”

Dragon’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t move.

“You’re not in charge, bitch,” the voice behind me snarls.

“Let me in there instead,” I demand, fighting against the guy behind me, my eyes slicing over to Night Giant. “You want Dragon to fuck someone, then send me in. Not my brother.”

Night Giant’s phone rings and he ignores us to take the call. He grunts out a few words and then ends it before walking my way.

“Looks like you got your wish, blondie. The paying customers want to see those fat titties. The junkies didn’t put up enough fight, but you, my dear,” Night Giant croons, petting my hair like I’m a damn cat, “look like quite the fighter.”

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