Page 77 of Torment

Scarlet yelped and covered her mouth with her hand.

Rex reached down and pulled Carla up by her hair while he leaned closer to her ear. “If you ever call me Rex again, my cock will be the last thing you feel before I snap your neck. Do you hear me?”

Carla whimpered. “Yes, master.”

He pushed her head into the floor as he released her hair. “Good. Now get yourself cleaned up, and I don’t want to see that bruised face of yours until it’s healed. No one likes to fuck a troll.”

He straightened his collar, then grabbed Scarlet’s elbow, his grip way stronger than before, and started pulling her down the hall.

Jesus. It was like this guy went from cool and calm to a fucking animal in a split second.

Suddenly the urge to make snarky, sarcastic remarks wasn’t so strong anymore. Her instincts about this man were right. The darkness she saw in his eyes wasn’t her imagination, which meant there was no more fucking around with this one.

Rex all but dragged her down the stairs, his grip around her elbow tightening with every step they took. Lucky for her they never got around to putting shoes on her feet, otherwise she would have face planted a few times by now.

“Where’s that smart mouth of yours now, Miss Woods?” He didn’t look at her, and Scarlet didn’t answer.

Rex led her into the dining room and the first person she saw was Colton, who was standing on the other side of the room by the fireplace, looking worried. When his eyes met hers, he paled. Of course he paled. She was dressed like a fucking hooker.

Brent was already sitting at the end of the dark wood dining table, leaning back in his chair like he was fucking royalty.

“Gentlemen, look who I found running around.” Rex shoved her forward and she suddenly felt completely naked. There were four men standing down the side of the dining room, holding their shotguns at the ready like fucking bodyguards.

Two cold hands wrapped around her shoulders. “And look, she’s all dressed up with nowhere to go,” Rex said. “But not to worry, we have a special place set up for you so that everyone can admire youroutfit.”

He urged her to walk toward the table, and pulled out a chair with his foot. “Get on.”

“What? You want me to get on the table?” Scarlet asked, confused.

He smiled. “Look up, sweetheart.”

When she looked up, her heart stopped. Every ounce of blood felt like it had been drained from her body as she stared at the roof in horror.

Chains. There were fucking chains hanging from the ceiling.

“What is this?”

“This is part of the entertainment for the evening, sweetheart.”

Scarlet shook her head and tried to step back. “No way.”

Rex took a fist full of her hair and jerked her head back. “Are you saying no to me?” He leaned closer to her ear. “Because if you are, I can assure you it will be the last time you ever said no to anyone.”

The threat in his voice was loud and clear. The shudders that wracked her body had her gasping for air. The atmosphere in the room was nothing short of toxic, poisoning her. The urge to vomit and cry at the same time was so strong she had to bite the inside of her mouth to keep her from erupting in a giant piece of pathetic womanhood.

“Get up on the fucking table, sweetheart. And do not make me ask again.”

Scarlet felt a shiver move down her spine, and with the amount of fear pulsing through her veins she didn’t think her legs would be able to hold her up long enough.

Rex held her hand until she was standing on the table, then he turned to Brent. “Would you like to do the honors, Mr. Wolfe?”

A wicked grin spread across Brent’s face. “Oh, yes, I would.”

Brent stood up and stepped onto the chair. As he got on the table, Scarlet gave a step back. “Do not touch me,” she seethed while staring at him wildly. Even with his dark blue suit he was still one ugly motherfucker. Everything about him disgusted her. The way he looked at her, the way he smiled, the way he walked, the way he fucking breathed.

“What’s the matter, Little Red? There was a time you liked my touch, remember?”

“Fuck you, Brent.”

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