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I blinked back tears. “If you’re going to kill me, why don’t you just do it?”

He quickly whipped me around and pinned me back to the wall with his own body. His eyes, dancing between mine. His muscles, preventing me from going anywhere. My hands, pinned above my head with only one of his.

And his cock, pressed against my belly button.

He chuckled. “Do you really think you’ll be any safer out there than you will be in here?”

I snickered. “Worth a shot, right?”

His lips leaned down to my ear. “What if you can’t avoid what happened to get you into this situation in the first place?”

I furrowed my brow. “How do you know about that?”

He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. “I know more than you think I do.”

“Like what?”

He grinned. “Like why your nipples are currently puckered and why those lovely lower lips of yours feel so hot against my thigh.”

I tried to shove him away. “You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”

He gripped my hair. “And you’re going to learn your place. You’ll die if you go out there. For once, just take what’s given to you and let it be enough. Wouldn’t want to be selfish like Momma Dearest, would you?”

And before I could ask him what the hell he meant about my mother, he threw me over his shoulder like a fucking sack of potatoes. I beat my closed fists against his back as he made his way back down into the basement, seemingly unphased by my kicking and screaming.

I felt my body falling to the floor before I scrambled to my feet, ready to gouge that man’s eyes out like I’d torn the skin away from his cheek. But, as he backed up towards the door, the filthiest grin spread across his cheeks.

“You really should shave those legs, Miss Pettigrew. Never know when things might get a bit heated.”

I gnashed my teeth together. “I would rather die.”

And the words he left me with that night kept me up with tears in my eyes.

“I promise you, that can be arranged.”

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