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I kneel on the side of the bed and look down at Sydney. Fuck! This is harder than I thought. But I need to suck it up if I want us to get out of here alive and for Sydney not to need a lifetime of therapy.

She juts out her chin, and I hope I’m reading her right.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

SYDNEY

The cold steel of the blade Roman laid along my side burns my skin, reminding me of what’s at stake. My arms ache from being tied above my head, which throbs equally thanks to the hit from JC. While I’m scared and Roman’s words struck a chord, I know he didn’t mean them. And I’m so thankful it’s Roman hovering over me and not JC.

I can’t imagine how much this is torturing Roman and Pa, but I refuse to be a victim. Besides, if I hadn’t given away our position, we might not be in this position at all.

I see the indecision on Roman’s face as he looks at me. Wanting to reassure him, I jut my chin out and pray he understands.

“What are waiting for, Roman?” JC asks, tilting his head. “What’s the matter, got a little performance anxiety? Maybe we need to get Blake up here to help you out.”

“The fuck we do,” Roman spits back at him. He slips his boxers down, freeing his dick, which despite the situation is surprisingly semi-hard. I try not to think about the reason why, certain he can’t be turned on by our situation. My thoughts fracture as he takes himself in his hand, beginning a slow, leisurely stroking of his length. I keep my eyes on his,intermittently dropping my gaze down to watch as he strokes himself to full mast. Suddenly, I become aware of a stirring between my legs, and I realise it’s not the situation but him that is turning me on, which must be the same for Roman.

He positions himself between my legs. He’s angry. His face is scrunched in pain at the idea of what he’s about to do. He drops over the top of me, and I quickly whisper, “It’s okay, Ro.” I’ve never called him Ro before, and he can’t hide his surprise. But I want him to know I don’t blame him, that I love him, because I was telling the truth when I mouthed it to him earlier, and that I’m okay. We have to do this to save us and the poor family JC has tortured for god knows how long. My heart breaks for Hannah and what she’s suffered. She can’t be more than 15-16 and now her life is ruined.

Roman’s nostrils flare, eyes boring into me, speaking deep in my soul. “I’m sorry, Sydney,” he says roughly as his cock presses against my entrance. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he repeats, over and over, pushing in further.

“Well, this is all very drab and not at all exciting. I say we liven it up a little.” He claps his hands and gets to his feet. He walks around the bed, heading for Hannah, and my breath stills.

No, no, no.

Roman freezes above me, and we watch as JC undoes his jeans, slipping them off to reveal his bare arse.

“I’m not seeing much pain or fear or anguish over this little fake fucking thing you two have going on over here. And why should you have all the fun? So, let’s have a race.” Hannah begins to sob along with her parents. “If you finish first, Roman, then, once I’m done, of course, I’ll let precious little Hannah and her family go. I fucked the mum too, but loose pussy does nothing for me, so not a great loss. But, and here’s where it gets interesting, so pay attention if I finish first, you all die and Sydney and I are going to live happily ever after.”

I can’t help the gag that forces its way up my throat. Hannah screams as JC grips his dick and walks toward her head.

“Suck,” he orders, and she turns her head away. “I. Said. Suck,” he grits out as he grabs her face and turning her back to face him. Tears stream down her face as he squeezes her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, his small, vile dick an inch from her lips, he says, “Suck it, Hannah, or I’ll make mummy pay.”

Her parents are screaming at her, at JC, and I turn away as she opens her mouth.

“And go, Roman. Race to the finish,” JC calls.

“Oh god, Roman. We need to do something. Now,” I whisper, burying my face in his arm as JC praises Hannah, and muffled whimpers join a chorus of sobbing.

I look at my tied hands. “Cut the ties,” I tell him urgently.

“What?” he hisses, already shaking his head.

“Do it, while he’s distracted.”

Roman looks over to see JC fucking Hannah’s mouth as she gags and sobs, but he’s not in the least deterred. With one last look at me, I nod. He grabs the blade at my side and begins cutting the rope holding my wrists.

“How you doing over there, Roman? Are you close? ’Cause as soon as I sink into Hannah’s tight little cunt, I’m going to fucking explode.” He groans and is about to look this way.

“Wait,” I whisper, and Roman stops cutting and pistons his hips and groaning like he’s fucking me, which would be impossible given he’s no longer hard, but JC doesn’t need to know that.

My eyes find Blake’s, and he looks devastated he can’t do anything. He mouths, “Keep going,” and I offer him a small smile, then check JC is still distracted.

Roman has already begun cutting at my bound wrist again, and I arch my head to see the threads of the rope fraying, but notfast enough. He doubles his efforts, and a second later the rope snaps as I tug on it.

My heart leaps. We’re so close, but there’s no way Roman can cut the ties the other side without JC seeing.

Blake begins rattling his chains and calling out to JC, and Amos quickly follows.

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