Page 84 of Kidnapped By the Beast
Still, she tried to keep her chin up and pretend she wasn’t frightened.
“It’s none of your business where I got the money,” she snapped, though her voice came out sounding high and frightened. “The main thing is, he paid you. Why did you hurt him? Why won’t you let him go?”
Butcher leaned back in his chair, smoke curling around his head like a filthy halo. “Because I don’t feel like it, girly. And I don’t do anything I don’t feel like doing.” His small, piggy eyes raked over her body. “Say, I bet I know how you made all that money. You got yourself an OnlyFans account, didn’t you? Chubby little thing like you—lotta men out there that like fat girls. Especially ones with big ripe tits like yours.” He leered at her, his gaze fastened on her breasts.
Lexi crossed her arms over her breasts self-consciously.
“I…that’s ridiculous. I’m a teacher. I would never…never do anything like that.”
“Yeah, you would. Sure you would,” Butcher drawled. “Ain’t no other way a teacher can earn twenty thousand so quick.”
Lexi’s skin crawled at the way he was looking at her. She wanted to scrub his gaze off her body—wanted to peel her skin off and hide somewhere he couldn’t see her. But it was too late now—the loan shark had her in his sights and he didn’t seem to care about anything else.
“You guys, get out of here,” he said, motioning to the other poker players. “Game’s canceled for tonight. I got better things to do.”
There were some groans and complaining, but all the men got up and left, which meant that Lexi was left alone with Butcher and his two officers.
Alone with him—she didn’t want to be alone with him! Anxiety crawled over her skin like a line of ants, itching and tickling her nerves, letting her know bad things were coming. She wished she could turn and run out of here, but the two goons were between her and the door.
Butcher rubbed the growing bulge in his crotch, grinning at her.
“All right, now that we’re alone we can deal.”
“Deal?” Lexi shook her head. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about how you can keep your uncle safe, girly.” He grinned at her. “Tell you what—you earn me another ten thousand and I won’t break his legs.”
“What are you talking about?” Lexi whispered. Whatever it was, it was bound to be bad—really bad.
Unfortunately, she was right.
“I’m talking about you doing a little camming for me.” Butcher jerked his head at a door to the right. “Got a little setup in the next room where some of my girls work sometimes. Let’s see what you can earn. Hell—I might even make you a regular.”
“I can’t do that!” Lexi protested. “Didn’t I tell you I’m a middle school teacher? If any of my student’s parents saw me?—”
Butcher glared at her.
“I don’t give a fuck, girly. Get in there and do some fucking camming if you want to keep your precious uncle in the land of the living!”
Feeling she had no choice, Lexi walked reluctantly through the door…only to find the room inside was worse than she imagined.
Glaring lights lit a cheap boudoir set—a low bed with a garish red velvet spread, rumpled as though someone had been rolling around on it minutes before. The air smelled of latex and stale sweat and fake vanilla perfume. A webcam sat on a tripod, pointed straight at the bed, its little red light blinking like a watchful eye.
Sex toys were scattered across the comforter—a pink vibrator crusty with someone else’s juices, a pair of handcuffs dangling from the headboard and a paddle with the word Slut cut into the leather. All caught her eye. A bottle of cheap lube sat on the nightstand beside a crumpled, used tissue.
Lexi’s stomach heaved. She wrapped her arms around herself, desperate not to touch anything—she didn’t even want to breathe too deeply in here!
“Strip,” Butcher ordered, leaning against the doorframe with his cigar still wedged between his teeth. Smoke swirled around his thick neck as he grinned at her nastily. “Get started, girly—let’s see what we’re working with here.”
I can’t do this—I can’t!
Lexi shook head.
“No!”
Butcher raised an eyebrow.
“No? Is that your final answer? You better think hard, girly.”
