Page 116 of Jagged Souls
But I know Dayne will not stop regardless of how tainted I am.
So I put my faith in him.
And I put it in me.
After all, I am a fucking Black.
Wiping my body down one last time, I give up trying to clean my soul. Then I turn off the shower and exhale slowly.
I have this.
I will survive –
I twist on my heels as the shower door is wrenched open behind me. Knowing it’s either Eduardo or Sadist, I kick out in front of me. My foot slams into their chest. They grunt as they stumble back, and registering it’s Sadist, I charge at them. Eduardo wouldn’t have sounded so happy to be hit.
I make sure not to fight as well as I actually can. I want him to underestimate me until I’m ready to finally break out of here. His fist slams into my jaw. I stumble to the side, and he shoves me against the wall. His body presses against me. His cock is hard against my belly, and his fingers dig into my jaw.
“You’re going to pay for what you did,” he sneers as he leans his face close to mine, his breath fanning across my cheek.
“For fucking your mom last night or for making you squeal like a little bi–”
He headbutts me in the face, slamming the rest of the words back down my throat. A migraine explodes in my skull, and I fall to the side, my knees buckling.
His grip tightens on my face, holding me up and forcing my mouth open. A cork pops nearby, and the urge to really fight back courses through me. The aroma of chocolate and fucking pomegranates assaults me, and it takes every bit of training I have to stay still.
To become the doll rather than the fighter I know he wants.
His cock starts to soften, and I start to believe in this plan. But then he says:
“You’re going to beg me to fuck you.”
I snap my arm up to elbow him in the face as my other hand shoots out towards the area I heard thepop.
I connect with his jaw at the same time I smack the vial out of his hold. It spills across the floor. He stumbles back, his hand dropping away from me, and I jump off the wall with my knee leading. It slams into his chest. He falls to the ground, and I try to stomp on his head, but he rolls into my legs, knocking me to the floor.
He scrambles on top of me and starts to choke me. I grope for his face, but his arms are longer than mine, and all I can reach are his shoulders. Changing tactic, I slam my fists and feet against the floor. I’m just trying to make noise now, to get Antonio’s attention.
He doesn’t want me dead, but in this moment, Sadist does, and he might take it too far. It takes five minutes to kill someone by suffocation, but just three minutes without oxygen can fry my brain permanently. Eduardo isn’t here to keep it from damage. He might not even be on the boat at all, and if he isn’t, then Antonio probably isn’t either. But maybe Sunny or Bear will hear me and come running; as long as they’re more afraid of Antonio than Sadist…
My chest burns. My limbs drop. Just as unconsciousness starts to take me though, the pressure on my throat lifts, and I suck in air between coughs of pain. I roll over onto my side, then to my knees.
The sounds of a fight fade into my sluggish brain. Then my instinct is screaming at me to run in crystal clarity. Stumbling to my feet, I head in the direction I hope is the door, my hands out in front of me. I hit a wall and slide my fingers along it, searching for the exit. Grunts and blows of pain echo behind me.
“Eduardo isn’t here to heal her!” That’s Bear. I want to turn around and help him, but being blind in close quarters, I’m unable to distinguish who’s who. I could accidentally hurt him as easily I could Sadist. I need to get help.
Finding the open door of the ensuite, I run out into the room. I picture the layout in my mind, trying to figure out where the door to the hall will be. With the bed on my right and the table I ate at further along, I take a guess and hurry forward.
A sickening blow sounds behind me. Something’s been smashed into the floor. Now someone is scrambling onto their feet and running for me.
I pivot just as they reach me and kick out at them. They grab my leg, move in closer, then lift me for a throw. I elbow them on the top of their skull. They drop to the ground, dragging me down with them. Panic flares; grappling is not my fucking strong suit, and Sadist is bigger and stronger than I am. He can also fucking see.
It doesn’t take him much time at all to pin me down and start strangling me again.
“I’m going to enjoy turning you into my personal whore,” he says.
A part of me takes comfort in the fact that he isn’t going to kill me.
The other part screams that this is worse. He’s going to break my body in every way he can. He’s going to make me crave his touch. With the V in me, I won’t be able to deny him. I’ll be desperate for an orgasm, and if he denies me for too long, I won’t even be able to dissociate. Every part of me will be focused on getting that high just out of reach, and eventually, I will break.
