Page 117 of Twisted Bonds
Sergio comes over and grabs my hair, leaning in closer than I'd like. "Haven't you figured out by now that I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck. I will have her, and I will have you. Fuck, I'll put together a goddamn harem of whores and you won't have a say about it."
I hear faint steps coming up, and all I want to do is scream a warning to them to go for help. This fucker can do what he wants, kill me for all I care, because if he hurts Beau or Bain, I don't know what I'll do. There has got to be something!
Sergio winks at me and then yanks me by the hair, pulling me so I’m standing before him. He holds the knife at my throat as we wait for whoever it is that's going to walk through the door any moment. The seconds tick by, and it seems like hours, but then, he appears, smiling.
"What are you up to, pretty…" Bain's words trail off, and his smile drops instantly as he takes in the scene before him.
"Hello, Bain. Long time no see." Sergio chuckles at Bain's expression.
"How the fuck did you get in our house?"
"It seems you've made an enemy with one of the locals. They were nice enough to sneak me on the property when they came looking for their estranged wife."
"Harrison!" I say softly.
"Let her go, Sergio…"
"She needs to pay for killing my brothers! She will pay dearly in her servitude to me. Since most of our shit was confiscated and our bank accounts are frozen, I have no choice but to earn my money by whoring your little whore out."
"Ryan had nothing to do with Dante's death—or Luca's, for that matter, so let her go!" Bain is turning red with anger, but Sergio only laughs.
"I don't think you are in a position to make demands of me, Huntley." I hiss as the tip of the blade punctures my flesh, and I feel a trickle of blood tickle my neck.
"Don't!" Bain shouts, horror etching his face as he takes a step forward. "What do you want?"
"For starters, I want you to sit your fucking ass down on this damn chair." Sergio points to one of the two wooden chairs in front of the bed. "Then, you're going to cuff yourself to it while we wait for your spawn to get up here."
I can't just let this happen, so when Bain sits and starts cuffing his wrist, I quickly rush out, "He's going to kill you. Don't do it, Bain!"
"Shut the fuck up, you stupid whore!" Pain slices through my face as Sergio backhands me, and I drop to the floor.
"You son of a bitch; don't touch her!" Bain snarls.
"How about you shut the fuck up, too!" Sergio growls, and I look up in time to see him clock Bain in the face, too, causing him to slump in the chair.
"No!" I kick out, hitting him in the shin, but I'm not wearing shoes, so it couldn't have hurt him too much.
"Oh, you want to play, bitch? Let's play…" he lifts me by my hair again and throws me onto the bed.
He's on me before I can climb off the other side, grabbing my ankle and pulling me back, all while laughing at me. I feel a tug on my panties, and then they are gone. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no," I chant, trying to kick out at him with my free foot.
Suddenly, the knife is at my throat again, and he growls, "Kick me one more time and see what happens."
"Do it! Go ahead and fucking do it then! I'd rather be dead than allow you inside me again, asshole."
"Is that right?" he chuckles as he straddles the back of my legs.
I hear a zipper, and I begin thrashing once again. I wasn't joking; he will have to kill me before I allow him to fuck me again. "Get off me!"
"Keep going, poppet, and I will cut you, letting you bleed out while I fuck you. I'll be the last person you see and the last to be inside you as you die."
I don't doubt it, but it won't stop me from fighting him every step of the way. Mustering every last bit of strength, I lift and turn my body, surprising Sergio and knocking him off me. More pain slices through my neck as the knife cuts into me, but not in a deadly way.
Sergio curses and swings out at me, punching me in the face. Stars dance in front of my eyes as I fall back. He jerks me back toward him with me on my back, then covers my face with one of the pillows. He's trying to smother me as he wrenches my legs open, and I feel him situate himself between them. I'm still too out of it to fight him, but I try closing my legs with no luck.
I resign myself to what is about to take place. My lungs are already burning without oxygen; it's like drowning all over again. However, just when I think I'm going to lose consciousness, a loud crash occurs, and suddenly, Sergio's weight is gone, and the pillow falls to the side. I gulp in mouthfuls of air causing me to start coughing as I turn onto my side.
There is a struggle, and I try to focus on what's going on, but everything is a bit blurry. As images begin to take shape and my eyesight clears, I see Bain struggling to keep Sergio from stabbing him. The handcuffs that were restraining him to the chair now dangle from his wrist; he never put the other set on, it looks like, and he must have hit Sergio with the chair because it's now in pieces on the floor.
