Page 42 of Endgame
“We aren’t here to harm you,” the blonde implores, raising a tiny golden key for me to see.
My fingers twitch to snatch it from her. To stick it in her eye.
Common sense holds me back. This situation isn’t her fault. I bet the monster pays both women well to heed his unhinged orders. He must be offering them great benefits and?—
What the hell?
Why do I care about their benefits?
“If you’d come with us.” A small smile rises on the brunette’s lips.
The light filtering in through the large windows makes both of them look like angels.
But I know better.
They’re Lucifer’s demons.
I’m so done. With the pain. With being humiliated.
More than anything, I’m done with this butt plug.
“Turn around.” No fucking way are they going to stand there and stare at me while I reach for it. Oh, fuck. I don’t have my panties on, I realize. “Now. Or I’ll…”
Or I’ll what?
I’m helpless. Naked under this black gown that someone helped me change into while I was knocked out.
Wait. The lamp on the bedside table, I can weaponize it.
“I won’t hesitate to hit you.” In less than a second, I curl my fingers around the body of the lamp.
“Miss Clarke, I brought the key so we could remove your…necklace.”
Necklace. Yeah, and I’m Cinderella, being polished up for the ball I never agreed to attend.
“After the last twenty-four hours, I’m sure you’d like to shower.” The blonde reaches out to me, ignoring my growls. “My name is Rylee. This is Elena. We’re here to help.”
Help, my ass. They’re here to follow orders.
Getting them to leave me alone is my top priority at the moment.
I pull on the lamp, trying to pick it up.
Trying. Trying. Trying.
And failing.
The controlling bastard had it bolted to the bedside table.
“Argh!” A scream of frustration and despair lurches out of me.
I scramble to the other side of the bed, far from them.
Their shoulders hike up. Their faces twist. Other than that, they won’t back away.
“Miss.” A low hum of electricity buzzes at my neck while Elena pleads, “It’ll be easier for everyone involved if you don’t resist.”
Everett is here. Somewhere. He’s using the damn remote to threaten me.
