Page 30 of Dangerous Deception

My heart races and a clammy heat skims over my bare skin as I scan the room in search of Marie. She’s nowhere in sight. The only things in the room are me and this shitty bed, Geoff, and Jim, the glaring bright light, and a…

Oh, no.

A camera.

The fear cuts through any lingering fuzziness from the alcohol, curing my hangover faster than any drug ever could, but my thoughts are sluggish as I try to keep the fear down.

I have to get out of here.

Somehow.

How the hell am I going to do that?

Geoff and Jim have their heads together at the camera and are speaking in hushed voices, their words nothing more than a soft hum.

There has to be some kind of mistake, right? I’m not supposed to be here.

“What…” I try to speak, and my raw throat complains sharply, catching the words in my throat. “What’s happening?”

Geoff perks up the moment he hears my voice and he walks closer. As he steps into the bright light, I spot the second handheld camera in his hand and his grin lacks all the warmth it had last night when he was chatting up Marie.

“Look who's awake.”

“What… what are you doing?” I can’t help myself from pulling against the restraints keeping me bound. Each second of restriction sends my heart flying wildly against my ribcage. “What’s happening?”

“Hush,” Geoff instructs.

I can’t. Once I’ve started, I can’t stop. “Please, I don’t know what this is. I don’t know— can you let me go? Please let me go. I don’t want this. Please, please, I don’t?—”

He strikes me so hard across the face that my teeth cut into the inside of my cheek and blood instantly sprays across my tongue. Tears spring into my eyes as my head snaps to the side, and the restraints around my wrists dig in sharply as I try to move away from him.

“No talking,” Geoff mutters. “They don’t want to hear you talk. They want to see what you’ve got. So shut the fuck up, okay? Play nice, act pretty, and maybe we won’t kill you. I’d hate to have to get rid of something as beautiful as you.” His cruel fingers sink into my jaw and force my head back to face him.

His cold expression wobbles through my tears, and I try to breathe, but all I can do is hiccup and sob as my fear reaches dizzying heights. Who is he talking about?

“Besides, if you’re not appealing,” says Jim from where he stands next to the largest camera, “no one will buy you. At leastnot someone who will treat you nicely. Unless you’re into that kind of thing, in which case, talk away.”

“Sure,” Geoff agrees, digging his finger into my aching cheeks. Pain flares at my jaw joints, and with a whimper of pain, my mouth is forced open. I cough, spraying blood upward. It rolls down from the corner of my mouth, and the tears fall when I blink.

Geoff brings the camera close and digs his fingers harder into my cheeks, forcing my mouth wider. “Look at that. You could fit your cock in there and then some. Maybe two. Throw a party and see how many you could fit.”

“Break her jaw, and you’d never have to worry about those pearly whites causing you issues,” comes Jim’s voice with an amused snort.

Terror grips me like a vise, and a fierce tremble jolts through my body. “Please,” I gasp wetly around his fingers. “I?—”

“Look.” Geoff cuts me off with a dark laugh. “She’s a talker. So she can’t follow simple instructions, but I’m sure someone will have fun breaking you in.” He finally releases my jaw, but his hand moves to my throat and he leans back to give the handheld camera a good view. “Narrow as fuck throat, would fit like a fucking glove. But I know y’all wanna see the real goodies. Anyone with a mouth can give good head with the right motivation, but it’s the decoration that sells.”

Who are they talking to? This has to be some kind of livestream, but the thoughts are bleary through the fear rocking through me.

Geoff pulls away and stands over me on the mattress with a foot on either side of my hips. He holds the camera and starts scanning it down me with a twisted look of glee on his face.

“She’s got nice tits. Not the biggest we’ve ever seen, but still a decent handful. Nice body, and look at those fucking hips.”

The lower he goes, the tighter I clench my body as if just tensing my muscles is enough to save me from the glare of the camera.

I swallow a mouthful of blood, unable to stop myself from shaking as the reality of the situation dawns on me.

I have no clue where I am, which means no one else does either. I snuck away from Raffaele, and now I’m on some sort of display for the highest bidder. This is a nightmare.

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