Page 125 of Merciless

I don’t say anything.

My chest heaves as my frustration at myself builds.

“I thought a whore like you would love it. A job that gives you all the action you miss out on at home.”

Reid sits back on his haunches behind me.

I might not be able to see him, but I know exactly where his eyes are. My skin is burning up.

“Because you need it, don’t you? You’re nothing but a dirty slut who needs cock. Doesn’t even matter whose it is. Can’t have your husband’s so you’ll take any other one you can get.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I cry, my eyes burning.

It’s not true. I didn’t want any of those men. But I also can’t deny that they gave me something I needed.

“Even now while you’re locked down here. You should be scared. Terrified. I know my other inmates are. And yet, all you can think about are our dicks. When you should be cowering to us, you’re using your body to manipulate us into getting what you want instead.”

“No,” I cry, although it’s a lie. What he just said is completely true and I hate it.

“Your cunt is dripping, Pet. That’s how badly you need it right now.”

My sob of shame rips through the air.

I don’t realize I’m rocking my hips until there’s a woosh as his arm moves through the air and then his palm cracks against my ass.

“Please,” I cry, arching my back as the pain blooms.

More. I need more.

He does it again, making me scream.

“Tell me, Pet. Tell me everything and I might just give you what you need.”

I shake my head as my tears soak into the fabric beneath me.

“Just a few of your secrets and I can fill this cunt to the brim, fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before,” he offers. But while my body screams yes, my head knows better.

He’s playing me. He’s not going to give me anything.

No matter how much he might want it right now, he will walk out of here sometime soon without giving us what we both want.

I know that. I do.

But it still doesn’t stop me.

I push my ass back, desperately trying to tempt him as my sobs continue.

Nothing but a shameless, useless, dirty whore, a dark, very familiar voice whispers in my ear.

Suddenly, despite being awake, my nightmare comes back to me in full force.

“No, please. NO,” I scream.

Dark laughter bounces off the walls around me as my shoulders continue to smart and my body aches.

“Please, don’t touch me.”

“It’s a little late for that now, don’t you think?” I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to grasp Reid’s voice and allow it to drag me out of my memory. But it’s not enough. “You love it. You know you do.”

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