Page 2 of The Devil's Redemption

I stare at him with disgust as he walks toward me with his hands extended out in greeting. He’s large, about the same build as Blade. His muscles bulge from beneath a stained white t-shirt. Long, dark hair falls from his scalp in waves, the oily ends dragging across the shoulders of his vest. I feel bile crawling up from my stomach as he gets closer to me. Adjusting himself, his eyes don’t waver from my naked body. Bebop and Rocksteady are just behind him. When he takes a seat on the mattress, I crawl backward until I hit the bed frame, unable to go any farther.

“You’re probably wondering why you’re here, am I right?”

I narrow my eyes at him but don’t say anything.

“Of course, I’m right,” he shrugs with arrogance. “Well, it’s a bit of a long story. But let me just start off by telling you that you need to reevaluate the people you choose to share your life with. Between your pathetic, piece of shit brother and that love-sick fool from the diner my pet here told me all about, you’re surrounded by fucking pussies.”

My anger begins to show as my lips curl into a snarl.

“Ooh, you sure do got some fire in those eyes, girl. Damn, it’s going to be fun to snuff it out.”

He stands, and the desire to throw up grows as he begins to unbuckle his belt. Pulling it from around his waist, he lets it fall to the floor. I move off of the mattress, no longer caring about covering myself. Now it’s about survival, and I’m not going down without a fight.

He unbuttons his jeans as I press my back against the wall. I hold my hands out prepared to injure him in any way I can. Scratch him, slap him, rip his filthy, greasy hair out.

Until he calls for backup.

“Riffraff, Rooster.”

The men who attacked me in my house walk forward, and my eyes grow wide. I knew I wouldn’t have been any match for Jasper alone, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from trying to defend myself. However, I’m going to be absolutely destroyed by three of them.

“Grab her for me.”

“No!” I scream as my heart races, in no way ready for the situation that’s quickly unfolding in front of me.

I can hear them laughing at me. Elena included. I think her role in this hurts the most. That a female would willingly play a part in the abduction and abuse of another female is even more disgusting.

When they approach me on the right side of the bed, I crawl over it and come to a halt on the left side, my chain only allowing me to go so far. One of them jumps over the mattress in a swift motion and grabs me around my bicep, hauling me back onto the bed. He’s the one who punched me. I recognize the tattoo on his hand. A rat getting eaten by a snake. The snake’s long body slithers up his arm.

“Get off of me!” I let out a shrill scream as they pin me roughly against the mattress.

They’ve each restrained me at the shoulder in one of their monster hands, and they’re holding my wrists above my head in the other. I twist at the waist, trying like hell to get out of their hold and keep my legs moving so Jasper isn’t able to make his way between them.

Thrashing my head back and forth, I use all of the energy that I can muster to get these two assholes off of me, but it’s no use. I stop fighting, but only long enough to catch my breath. Then I try again. When I see Jasper approach the bed, I swing my legs up to try to kick him away, but it has the opposite effect. He grabs my foot, and in a flash, bends my leg at the knee. Pinning it against the mattress, he has almost complete access to me. I fold my other leg in to try to cover the most secret and private part of me.

“Trixie, come help Daddy.”

I watch as Elena steps forward, her eyes wide with wonder and excitement. As she reaches for my leg to hold it open the way Jasper is, I manage to land a kick to the side of her face.

“No!” I scream as I make contact with her.

“Youbitch,” she spits at me before her fists connect with my face, my chest, and my stomach. Over and over again.

With no way to protect myself, I whip my head from side to side, trying to escape the onslaught of her punishing blows as much as I can. The men watch for a moment as she attacks me. Jasper is expressionless. The other two are both sporting disgusting smiles on their faces.

“That’s enough, Trixie,” Jasper finally calls her off.

She looks pissed, but she listens to him before violently grabbing my leg and forcing my knee down onto the mattress. I don’t have the strength to fight her after the beating I just received. I can only lay here, crying as the metallic taste of blood trickles into my mouth.

“Please don’t do this,” I sob when Jasper gently runs his finger over the bone-dry opening between my spread legs.

“That brother of yours,” Jasper takes a deep breath in frustration. “I want to say he’s mostly to blame for this.”

He considers what he just said, moving his head back and forth a little like he’s trying to make a decision.

“Although,” he stops petting me, and he moves upward to my clit. Pinching it roughly between his thumb and forefinger, the pain makes me gasp. “That man of yours and all his little buddies, they’ve been in my way for the past few years, so they could be just as much to blame for why you’re here right now.”

“He’s not my man,” I mutter in pain before he releases his hold on my aching clit.

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