Page 53 of Kings of Decay
"Don't even bother," I said. "You're here with us now," I emphasized the last few words as I stepped closer to her.
Willow trembled and stumbled backward, but there was nowhere for her to go. I was blocking the exit.
"What do you want from me?" She asked, her eyes pleading for me to understand the fear in her voice.
"Just a little fun," I smiled, trailing the tip of my finger along the curve of her cheek.
She flinched away from my touch. Disgust and anger flashed across Willow's face as she stared at me.
Pearce came up behind her, clasping her shoulders. "You're ours, little mouse." His voice was dark and smooth, with a sinister edge. She tried to pull away from his grip, but it was no use.
"It's no use fighting," Pearce whispered against her ear. "We've already won."
The wind howled outside. The snow passed over the windows in furious white sheets.
Maybe Willow didn't want us now, but she would. We had nothing but time.
Chapter thirty-six
Willow
Alone. Helpless. Useless.
These words swirled around in my head as the brothers closed in on me.
"No!" I screamed, the sound raw and desperate. I didn't want to feel this way. I didn't want to be a victim. I didn't want to be their prisoner.
Ainsley moved closer to me. "You'll change your mind, little mouse."
I flinched, stumbling as the hard wall of muscle, Pearce, behind me disappeared. I wobbled, but Ainsley grabbed my hand.
Pearce left and came back with a gift-wrapped box. "This is for you."
I curled my lips in disgust, crossed my arms, and refused to even look at it. "Are you serious?"
"Yes," he deadpanned. "It's not a bomb. I just want you to open it."
I stared at him in horror, unable to comprehend his request. "You're kidding, right?"
He gestured to the box with his free hand. "Go on, Willow."
I hesitated for a moment before taking the box from him and carefully removing the gift wrap. Inside, I found a lingerie set, leather and lace, hard and soft. It looked incredibly expensive.
"Are you serious?"
Pearce must misread the look on my face because he chuckled softly. "Go on," he urged, his voice gentle. "Wear it for us."
My hands shook as I held the box to my chest. My gaze flicked down to the hunting knife of Pearce's belt. He'd killed countless times before. Nothing would stop him from doing it again if I refused. I gulped, realizing that I only had two choices: to fight and risk death or submit and pray for survival. I made my decision. I slowly pushed back the tissue paper and pulled out the outfit, trying not to tremble as I set the box on the table.
“Put it on,” Ainsley ordered.
I shuddered in disgust but complied, knowing that fighting would only lead to worse consequences. "Where's the bathroom?"
"Change here, in front of us. It won't be the first time," Pearce said.
I shivered at the hazy memory of the Halloween party.
Slowly, I pulled my UCLA sweater over my head. My breasts bounced free because I hadn't been wearing a bra when they kidnapped me.
