Page 108 of Jagged Souls
His hard cock rubs against my thighs.
At the feel of it, I immediately stop fighting. He wasn’t able to finish when I was dead and unresisting. Perhaps he will tire of me quicker if I just don’t react to anything at all.
Pressing his lips to my ear, he murmurs, “You’re going to come for me today like a good fucking whore.”
Bile claws its way up my throat. I tremble beneath him, unable to hide my fear. I know my orgasm won’t be because I want it. He’s going to give me V, and there’ll be nothing I can do to stop it. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal; my body already isn’t mine. They took it, tainted it. What should it matter if it does something else I don’t want it to do? It has already betrayed me.
But the thought of orgasming with the sick fucker on top of me…
No!
Jerking my head towards him, I aim to bite his cheek, but a hand slaps down on my face, pinning me before I can.
“Don’t,” Bear pleads as I struggle against him, and Sadist laughs. “Antoniowilltake your teeth.”
But I don’t care.
I can’t go through this.
Reaching between our bodies, I grab hold of Sadist’s balls and squeeze.
Hard.
He yelps as he pushes off me, but I clamp my fingers, not letting him go. Kneeling between my legs, his balls being crushed in the palm of my hand, he screams like a fucking manwhore. Bear’s shoved back; his hand dragging across my face. Then two fists swing into me, splitting my lip and busting my nose. I bask in the pain, knowing that he is feeling as helpless as I am, that he’s desperate to stop me. But he can’t.
I jerk my arm up with everything I have.
His testicles rip free, blood spraying across my chest and face.
I laugh maniacally as he screams. Will Antonio kill him now that he’s unable to breed me? It’ll be a loss, not getting to do it myself, but at least the fucker will be dead.
He won’t ever be able to hurt me again.
Won’t ever be able to make me come on his cock.
It takes only a hundred and ten pounds of force to tear off a ball sack – well within the average pull strength of a woman. He should’ve known better than to crawl onto the bed. He should’ve checked what he was wearing if he didn’t want this to happen. My laughter turns into pain as dark humor bleeds into my thoughts. I just want to go home. I want to be held by Varius even as I stab him for taking my eyes. I can kill him, then taxidermy him. Then he can hold me without hurting me with his presence.
My laughter gets more fractured.
My breathing turns hollow and sharp, the air dragged into my lungs, kicking and screaming and doing everything it can to escape. I want to open my eyes.
I want to do something so fucking simple, but Ican’t.
Varius took them from me like I took Sadist’s sack.
Phantom pain erupting behind my eyelids, I squeeze the balls in my hand harder, making thempop.
Crack!
I scream as my arm is broken at the elbow. I couldn’t see the attack, couldn’t prepare for it, or even know it was coming, and that adds to the fear, the helplessness. My dark humor vanishes, and all that’s left is pure terror because I know that wasn’t Sadist.
Antonio is in the room with us.
“You better hope Eduardo can fix these,” the alpha says as he grabs my hand. With it broken at the elbow, I don’t have enough strength to keep my fingers closed.
He pulls them apart and takes what he wants.
Then someone’s hands are on my jaw and nose, forcing my mouth open. The pop of a vial sounds beside me, and I know they have a V. I jerk my head side to side, trying to resist.
