Page 72 of Merciless

I am not a whore. I don’t sell my body for money.

When it’s not being stolen from me, I’m forced to hand it over in favor of my life. Or the life of someone I love.

It is a very different thing.

Finally, after what feels like some of the longest minutes of my life, he moves.

The creak of his cupboard opening makes me wince right down to my toes before I jump with every bang and crash as he pulls out whatever tools he needs to do whatever it is his twisted little brain is imagining right now.

The implements clatter against the counter behind me and I jump, making him chuckle darkly.

“Nervous, Pet?”

I refuse to give him any kind of answer. Although, I’m not stupid. He can practically taste my fear right now. It’s what’s turning him on.

He moves closer, his boots squeaking against the floor.

The second his fingers grasp the knot at the back of my head, I almost sigh in relief.

It gets even harder to contain when he undoes it and the fabric falls from my mouth.

Flexing my jaw, I lick my dry lips, but the relief is short-lived because the only place the fabric moves is up.

“No,” I scream as he ties the drool-soaked, dirty rag back around my head, only this time, it covers my eyes.

I thrash my head from side to side in the hope of stopping him, but it’s futile. He’s stronger than me, and I hate to say it, more determined.

I don’t want this. I don’t want to be at his mercy.

Keep lying to yourself, Alana. It’ll make all this better.

“You don’t get a choice here, Pet. The moment you lied to Kane, you lost your free will. You handed your life and your body to me.

“I didn’t have a choice,” I spit.

“Not good enough.”

The blindfold is tied tightly behind my head before his hands drop, leaving me cold.

“Now what? Your other playmate isn’t much fun now that he’s unconscious. I can hardly listen to him scream as you torture him more,” I taunt, my mouth running away with me again.

“Plenty more where he came from.”

“Twisted fuck,” I scoff.

I might not be able to see him, but something tells me that he’s grinning like a demon.

With my vision cut off, I focus on my hearing. But there’s nothing but breathing.

A painful rattle comes from Tommy and a smoother, shallower sound comes from the monster who’s watching me.Mine is heaving as a war of emotions, ranging from fear right through to lust, collide inside me.

My body burns and my skin tingles with awareness.

“I hope you’re getting a kick out of watching me do nothing,” I hiss. “It’s not exactly the show I’d have expected you to enjoy.”

“Don’t worry, you’re about to be perfectly good entertainment for me.”

The heat of his body burns into me as he looms closer and my mouth runs dry.

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