Page 133 of The Sins of Noelle

The girls gasped at her audacity, while Sergio simply seethed.

Before Noelle realized what was happening, Sergio was out of his seat in and front of her.

The slap took her completely by surprise, as did the sheer strength of it.

One moment she was on her feet, staring defiantly at him, the next she was on her floor, her hand going to her stinging cheek.

He'd caught her in the ear, too, and a sudden ringing accompanied what she realized was her own harsh breathing and the sound of barely stifled sobs.

But she wouldn't give him the chance of seeing her cry.

"You fucking talk back?" he sneered at her. "I gave you an order, you follow it, puta infecta. Iownyou," he spat at her.

"You. Don't. Own. Me," Noelle replied through gritted teeth as she tried to regain her balance.

Her ear was still ringing. The flesh on her cheek reddened but she pushed against the pain and tried to get back up.

Sergio had an off putting grin on his face as he looked down at her.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he chuckled. "I'll have fun breaking you."

She barely got up to her knees before he struck again. This time his knuckles caught her in the jaw, the pain blinding as she fell back down with a gasp.

His words echoed in her ear just as her new reality suddenly crashed in.

She was trapped. Fully, utterly trapped. And this man… This man before herwantedher to misbehave so he could punish her.

She noticed it in the way he was goading her, his foot tapping impatiently against the floor as his hands clenched and unclenched.

He was fucking waiting for her to say something more so he could hit her again. And again. Then maybe rape her.

"So young and ignorant," he bellowed. "You're inmyland, puta. There is no way out," he laughed. "Caro, Isabela, come here," he ordered the other two girls. "Take her clothes off," he nodded at Noelle.

The girls neared her, but Noelle, already hanging by a thread, struck out, hitting and pushing them away.

"Don't touch me," she hissed, holding her arms around her body in a protective stance. "Don't fucking touch me," she repeated as she glanced up at Sergio.

Sergio raised a curious brow at her.

"You dare disobey me?" he asked, amused.

Noelle blinked back the tears, the pain in her cheek pulsating almost unbearable. Still, she wouldn't back down. Gritting her teeth, determination shone in her eyes as she moved slowly, ready to remove the knife from its hiding place.

She looked up, her gaze perusing his form as she identified his weak points.

The throat.

She would go for the throat.

She would push the knife so deep in his flesh, he'll have no other option than to waste away right under her gaze. And then, only then, she would rejoice.

Yet she barely managed to make a cohesive plan in her mind before his hands went to his belt, quickly unbuckling it and taking it off.

No!

She would never allow him to touch her.

But it was only a moment later that she realized he didn't mean to touch her likethat.When the harsh surface of the belt connected with her body.

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