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I try to escape.
It's never going to happen.
"Make me cum, Molly, please," Jagger seems to beg, whispering in my ear. "Please, baby."
Baby?! I'drather die. I won't help him. I hate him more than I hate Lawson. Jagger is just as evil.
"Don't!" I sob, hating how Lawson gets to see me like this again.
But Jagger doesn't notice; if he does, he doesn't care. He pounds into me. "Hate me, Molly."
"I do!" I snarl, my sob stretching my throat as I hurl it at him, spit flying in his face.
I fucking do hate him.
Then I feel it: a stream of semen hitting my insides, humiliating me further. He doesn't take his time pulling out of me, pushing me away.
Then the bed is lighter, and a door slams.
Lawson chuckles. "And here was me thinking he was your boyfriend. I thought he came here to save you!" He's still laughing as he leaves, and I sob into the mattress, my hands still handcuffed.
My chest rises and falls with quick, jagged gasps. I try to suck in air, each attempt burning my lungs.
Jagger raped me! He paid Lawson to rape me!
I'm trembling, curling my knees to my chest as pain sweeps through me. My best friend's cousin violated me. And he's left me here with Lawson.
I was stupid to ever think he felt anything for me. I underestimated the lengths Jagger would go just to break me. I thought I was broken, but he showed me I wasn't.
But I am now.
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JAGGER
Screaming roars in my ears, blocking all sound.
I'm in my car, making sure that fucker keeps his word. My heart is still racing, my body still on fire from what I'd just done.
I'd raped Molly. No romance, just control. No love, just lust. No more romanticizing 'us' or passionate kisses. No diamonds or cookies.
No.
I've just made sure that Mollyhatesme. But I had to. I had to do it, so he'd let her go. Even if I'd paid Lawson everything I had, he would never have let her go if he thought I was 'saving' her.
I had to make it real.
It's another hour before Molly appears, and the sight of her tear-stained face makes me grip the steering wheel hard.
I shouldn't still give a fuck. Why do I give a fuck?
Molly trembles as she walks down the pathway, pausing at the gate to open it. Her fingers miss the latch, and she bites her lip before finally getting it open. She pulls out her phone and stares at it, pushing flyaway hair behind her ear.
She's beyond beautiful, even when broken. Maybe even more so when broken. Knowing she's only feet away from me, my cum still leaking out of her pussy makes me hard again.
But I wish it had been different between us. I didn't need to buy her freedom—we could've had some fun.
I remember the light disappearing from her eyes. It made me see how damaged she is—she wasn't lying when she said she was broken. But I've just broken her more.
