Page 109 of Jagged Souls
The potion pours down my cheek, missing my lips. One of the men curses as I take the small win. But a blow to my temple soon knocks me into compliance. I struggle to think through the rattle of my brain, and the rest of the V’s forced down me. It tastes of pomegranates and chocolate.
Desperately, I spit it out.
“Enough,” Antonio says, and I hate how fast my body obeys him, freezing in undeniable fear. He isn’t like Sadist or Eduardo, who have to curb their darkest desires because their boss won’t like it. He is the Boss, and I am nothing but a toy for him to break.
He grabs my chin and pours an entire vial of V into me. His hand slides down my throat, a silent threat.
I tremble, my pulse jumping erratically against his palm, but I do not swallow.
“I can cut off your hand for what you did to Timothy,” he says calmly, “or you can convince me that you now know how to listen. The choice is yours, Micha.”
He rips out my soul with those words. If I continue down this path, he will cut me into pieces. Eyes here, hand there, tongue next, then arms, then legs. Bit by bit, he’ll destroy every part of me. There will be nothing left for Dayne to rescue. A hollow husk with a broken mind.
I need to be smarter about this if I’m going to survive.
And Ineedto survive.
Lou is going to be a mother; she’ll need my help.
Dayne will spend the rest of his life looking for me, so I can’t give up first.
And Varius… Varius needs to get his ass kicked, so I have to keep my arms and legs to do it.
Fighting back the tears, I deafen myself to the screams inside my skull telling me that I’ll beconsentingif I do this.
That I’ll only have myself to blame when I come.
That I should stay strong.
But Iamstaying strong.
I’m just choosing to protect my mind over my body.
To survive instead of die in this place.
A cock is a weapon,I tell myself. As lethal as any knife. It is okay for me to stop fighting…
There isn’t any shame in this.
Liar.
There isn’t any shame.
My lips shaking, I swallow down the V.
Thirty
HER
The triggering of arousal is instant. My pussy pulses, wanting to be touched by whoever’s willing, and my nipples harden, wanting to be sucked into the first warm mouth. My mind recoils, imprisoned inside my own body. I withdraw into myself, trying to get through this. If I’m not mentally here, I can’t truly consent.
My body isn’t mine.
It doesn’t matter what they do to it.
It doesn’t matter what it does because of them.
It is only my brain that is me anymore.
