Page 69 of Devour
He’s distracted. Busy touching. Talking. Trying to convince the other sick bastard, whose voice sounds like it’s coming from a few feet away.
They’re arguing. He’s trying to convince him. Trying to get him to agree so they can both rape me. They’re too focused on each other to notice I’m slowly regaining control of my limbs.
“You know what I think?”
A voice sneers in the dark.
“I say we fuck her, then let the boys have what’s left. And if she’s still alive after that, we kill her. I’d be doing you a favor. It’s not like we plan on giving her back.”
“Fuck off,” the other snaps. “I don’t want her damaged. Not until I fetch a good price for her. After that, she’s their fucking problem.”
“I’ll try not to leave a scratch,” the first one mocks. “You hear that, little girl? I’ll be gentle. You don’t have to watch if it’s too hard for you, but I can’t promise she won’t scream.”
He shoves two thick fingers inside me. It hurts—I’m dry as concrete. It feels awful but he just keeps shoving it in and out of me. He doesn’t care. The pain jolts through me like fire—and it gives me strength.
I gather every ounce of energy in my legs and slam my heel sandal into his crotch. He lets out a guttural groan and stumbles back, hands cupping himself, fingers ripping away from my body. I don’t spare him a second glance. I scramble out of what looks like the back of a van.
My legs nearly buckle as they hit the ground. I lean on the side of the van for balance, squinting against the harsh glare of a light bulb above, I look like I am in some kind of warehouse.
I manage three shaky steps before a hand clamp around my waist—tight, unrelenting. It’s probably the second bastard, the one he was trying to convince.
“Let go of me!” I scream, kicking and thrashing as he drags me backward. “You don’t freaking know who you’re messing with!” I spit at him.
“Oh, I know,” he growls.
He hurls me back into the van like I weigh nothing. I wince as my ribs slam into the metal floor. He grabs both my wrists and pins them behind my back. Then he drives hisknee down hard—pinning my legs between his body and the unforgiving steel.
Pain explodes in my lower body. I scream again, raw and desperate. But he doesn’t let go.
“Let me punish the bitch,” the voice snarls, it’s the sick bastard who shoved his fingers inside me. He must have recovered from the pain. I should’ve kicked him harder… hard enough to make his balls permanently useless.
I hold his face in my mind. If I ever get out of this alive, I’ll make sure Luca makes him suffer.
“Fall back, Finn.”
Finn. So that’s his name. Good. I crane my neck, trying to get a look at the other one, the one pinning me down.
“The fuck are you lookin’ at, bitch?” Finn snaps again.
“Not you, ugly pervert.”
Before I can see clearly, he fists my hair, yanking so hard it feels like he’s ripping the strands from my scalp.
He slams my face back down into the metal floor. But I caught a glimpse. The man holding me down looks older—maybe in his sixties—but still strong.
If not for the graying hair and deep lines etched into his face, he could be mistaken for someone much younger. Then I feel it. A sting in my neck. Like a needle. Everything goes numb. Even my eyelids feel like they weigh a thousand pounds.
“This’ll do,” one of them mutters.
“It’s more potent. She won’t be waking up anytime soon.”
Their voices start to fade, like they’re coming from a distance. I blink. It takes everything in me just to keep my eyes open.
“You think her fucking husband will actually hand it over?”
“I know him. He’s weak—and he thinks with his emotions. That’s how I was able to fool him.”
“I hope you’re right. I risked everything by betraying Romano. I need to disappear before the old goat gets back and the men need their pay too.”
