Page 84 of His Coveted Obsession

As soon as he removed it, I instantly dropped to the ground in a heap and gasped, but the pain instantly subsided.

Holy fuck, that hurt.

As I panted, now more afraid than I was before, I scooted back as far as I could go into my cell when the two men opened it.One man reached for me and pulled me out, kicking and screaming, as the other zapped me again to make me more compliant.

I could hear Annie yelling and crying in the background, but I couldn’t do anything.

Once I was out, the man who pulled me out held me with my back against him, his meaty arm choking me. I fought him and tried to escape, but he was too big and strong. Meanwhile, the other man stripped me of my underwear and tossed them into the cage before they dragged me out.

My body was shaking so much now, my bones and teeth rattled, and I broke out into a cold sweat. I knew they were going to hurt me for disobeying them by talking. Tears started to spill, never feeling more helpless in my life.

Easton will come. Easton will come.

I kept repeating that in my head over and over. It had become my mantra to help me find the courage.

The man, who wasn’t dragging me down the long hall, stopped and opened a door. I was thrown in and fell on my hands and knees on the hard, cold tile. It looked like a shower room.

“Get up.”

I stood on wobbly legs, trying so hard not to cry, but the fear was too strong. They wouldn’t care. There would be no empathy from these men. But I couldn’t control myself. If I were Easton, I would’ve been brave and strong. I would’ve fought back.

“Back against the wall.”

When I didn’t move fast enough, I was hit with the cattle prod again, dropping me back onto my knees. He yanked me to my feet and shoved me against the wall.

The other man pulled out a long hose attached to the wall. It looked like one of those hoses firefighters use.

God, no. Please.

“Fuck you,” I said out of nowhere.

I didn’t see the sucker punch coming out of left field, slamming into my face. Once again, I fell and was yanked back up again, nearly blacking out from the hit. Ugh, the pain… Just as I tasted the blood on my tongue, I was slammed against the wall by a blast of freezing water, burning my skin at the same time. There was so much water, it made it hard to breathe, and I had to hold it when it slammed into my face.

I gasped when the water was suddenly shut off, and even colder than I was before, making me hiccup between the crying and terror. And I knew they were just getting started. These men were hardened. They had no empathy or care. They were types who enjoyed inflicting pain and fear. Or they were completely desensitized to it.

The man who had hit me stood there with soap in his hand, which came out of nowhere. He lathered it in his hands and started scrubbing my body with his soapy, calloused hands. He soaped my face, so I had to keep my eyes closed, making me blind as he cleaned me, touching me in places he shouldn’t, his hand lingering on my cock before he moved on to scrub my ass.

The next thing I knew, I was blasted with the hard and freezing water again.

As soon as the water shut off, a sob escaped me. The fear was too much. The unknown was too much. I didn’t want to doubt Easton, but it could take him a while to find me. What if I were dead by then, or worse…

“Please…” I whimpered. “Don’t do—”

This time, his fist hit my gut, and I nearly vomited the little food I had in there, and I couldn’t breathe before his fist met my face again. I fell backward against the tiles and slid to the floor, nearly passing out.

Laughter filtered through the room, echoing and insulting my ears.

My hazy thoughts drifted to my sister. Would they do that to her? Hurt her? Punch her? Or worse? She was too young. She couldn’t handle it.

I needed to get it together and find a way to escape and take her with me. Therehadto be a way.

Please don’t let me die.

The two men each grabbed an arm and dragged me out, my legs trailing behind me. I tried to find purchase, but my wet feet were slick on the painted concrete.

We entered another room that resembled an operating room at a hospital. My stomach lurched so painfully that some vomit came up, which I swallowed back.

With no strength or power of my own, they tossed me onto the patient chair and strapped my legs and arms. Next, they strapped my throat to the back. I was completely unable to move.

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