Page 79 of Torment

“You spoiled, disrespectful little slut,” Brent growled.

She closed her eyes since she knew what was coming. Her face jerked to the side as his palm hit her cheek. This time she did feel the impact, the sting on her skin. It felt like her lip had been torn at the corner, and judging by the metal taste on her tongue, it probably was.

Her ears were ringing, her cheek burning, and her body became numb. It was over. There was no more fight left inside her. Brent had won, and now he would claim his reward…her.

Scarlet slowly opened her eyes and saw Colton staring at her. His expression was pained—conflicted—and she saw the sadness in his eyes as he fastened the last chain. He hated this as much as she did. But there was nothing he could do at this point, and they both knew it.

Colton shook his head and then walked out of the dining room. All Scarlet could do was watch him leave, stare at his back as he left the dining room.

That was when she knew things were about to get real bad. If Colton couldn’t handle it anymore and was leaving her alone with all these men, then she was about to get a taste of hell.

Brent leaned down and he dragged the tip of his tongue from her ear, all along her jaw, until he licked at the blood in the corner of her mouth.

“Hmm,” he moaned. “They say a person’s soul is in the blood. If that’s true,” he brushed his lips across her cheek until he reached her ear, “then your sweet taste will force me to suck you dry.”

Good God. Brent was so sick, so demented, that his words sent a shudder of chills throughout her body. Her teeth started to clatter while her lower lip trembled. Tears slowly trickled down the side of her face and she closed her eyes, wishing it would all end. For the second time in her life she was willing to gladly give up her life if it meant she would finally be free of this man. Death would be a welcome relief from the hell she was forced to endure.

“Brent,” Rex said from the side. “I’m starving. Let’s eat.”

Brent didn’t move, his lips still hovering around her ear. “Soon, Little Red. Soon I’ll claim that sweet cunt of yours again. Before the sun rises tomorrow, I will remind you what it feels like to be ripped apart by my cock.”

Brent sat up and stared down at her with a sly grin on his face. He brushed his hands up her sides, around the swell of her breasts, and she squirmed under his touch, thinking that she’d much rather have her skin torn off her body. His fingers moved between her breasts and then tore the fabric right down the middle.

Scarlet was sobbing, feeling him glide his finger down between her breasts, the touch a silent promise of all the wicked things he would do to her. And then he moved the torn bustier to the side, exposing her breasts for everyone in the room to see.

“I’m going to enjoy this. Staring at your tits while I eat my dinner, thinking about all the things I’m going to do to this fine body of yours as soon as the lights go out.”

Scarlet sighed. “Fuck you, Brent,” she whispered.

“Someone hand me the ball gag. I don’t want Little Red here disrupting our pleasant dinner with her filthy mouth.”

Scarlet’s eyes flashed to his. “No.”

“Oh, yes.”

Suddenly Scarlet wanted to plead and beg, do anything to keep him from gagging her. But she couldn’t get herself to say the words. She couldn’t find the strength to beg.

Rex was the one who handed Brent the ball gag, and Scarlet started to cry. There was no stopping the tears or the whimpers of despair rolling over her lips.

Brent just kept staring at her with so much satisfaction gleaming from his dark, hard eyes. He loved seeing her like this. He loved the power he yielded over her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

When Brent tried to put the ball gag in her mouth, she rolled her head from side to side, her last attempt at fighting him. But then she felt two hands grabbing her head.

She looked up and into icy blue eyes staring down at her. “Shh, sweetheart. Don’t fight it,” Rex crooned while holding her head still.

Brent forced the ball gag into her mouth, and then lifted himself off her, climbing off the table.

There she was, semi naked, bound and gagged, with six men staring at her. As if that humiliation wasn’t enough, she felt Rex drag a finger down her body.

“God, you look stunning like this,” he murmured as he admired her. He moved his hand over her stomach, and Scarlet moaned, more tears slipping down the side of her face. When she felt his finger leisurely stroke over her panties, she pinched closed her eyes and wept. The pain, the humiliation, and the helplessness she felt was too much. No matter how strong she tried to be, there was no way she would be able to endure all of this without cracking.

Rex gently cupped her between her legs, and Scarlet struggled to keep herself from vomiting with the gag in her mouth.

She felt his finger probe her entrance through the panties she was wearing, and she cried harder, her body rejecting his touch by shaking uncontrollably.

“Hush now, Miss Woods.”

Rex removed his hand from between her legs and palmed her cheek as he leaned over her, studying her face with eyes that actually seemed compassionate. But she knew better.

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