Page 13 of Force of Nature

“You think this is all the fun we had in mind?” Duke twirled his knife in the air. “We’re just getting started.”

“I could give you money. Name your price.”

I knew that we didn’t have a ton of money. We weren’t struggling by any means, but I doubted he could get his hands on whatever insane amount of cash it would take to buy these assholes off. My chest tightened. He was grasping at straws, offering anything he could think of to try to save us. But after everything we’d already been through tonight, I knew these men wouldn’t take the bait. They didn’t come into the wilderness for money. They wanted blood, tears, and pain.

The men laughed as if my dad’s suggestion was hilarious. Duke quieted first, and I couldn’t help noticing the evil glint in his already terrifying eyes.

“I have an idea,” he said. “I think Daddy should do the honors.”

My thoughts screeched to a halt. I looked to my dad for reassurance that I’d misheard Duke’s suggestion, but the shock and revulsion were scrawled across my father’s face beneath the dried blood.

“Oh, shit,” Zeb said behind his fist. “That’s messed up.”

“Sick and twisted. I like it,” said Ox.

Martin didn’t say anything. Judging by his pursed lips and sour expression, he wasn’t a fan of the idea. However, Duke had spoken, and while these guys might not respect the laws of men, it appeared that one man's word was still law, even in the wilderness.

“Fuck yeah,” Duke said. “We’re getting a show tonight, boys.”

As the men hooted and hollered, I didn’t know what to feel. Horror? Disgust? Yes. Those seemed like normal emotions to cycle through, given the context. The thought of losing my virginity to one of these monsters was…unthinkable.

But not as unthinkable as having sex with my dad.

I loved my father more than anyone else in the world. He was my best friend, my protector, and my biggest fan all at once. To even entertain the idea of crossing the line with him was shameful and wrong. There was absolutely no way he’d ever willingly do something like that.

But where does the line between willing and unwilling fall when you have a knife to your throat? Could I forgive my father for hurting me if it meant saving me from an even more devastating fate or saving our lives? Could he forgive himself?

In the end, I was going to be violated no matter what.

Chapter5

Erik

I was trapped in a nightmare.I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t fuck my own daughter.

“No,” I rasped.

Duke chuckled. “What’s the matter? You don’t think she’s hot?”

“Fuck you. I’m not doing this.” I met his steely gaze with my own, all too aware of Willow on the ground beside me, naked, vulnerable, and tear streaked from the rough treatment forced upon her by these animals. I wanted to die watching them grope and penetrate her with their dirty fingers. I almost slit my wrists on the plastic cable ties trying to free my hands while she suffocated, her airway blocked by a cock that shouldn’t have been there. How could I have let this happen? I should have stopped them, should have torn them apart before they got within ten feet of my Willow.

Duke pulled out his knife, flipping it in the air and catching it by the handle.

“You’ll do it, or you’ll watch me slice her up.”

The motherfucker was a straight-up psycho. I was wrong to call these men animals. Nothing native to this wilderness could ever abuse my daughter the way that these bastards have. I didn’t doubt the authenticity of Duke’s threat for a second. He looked way too comfortable with that knife in his hand.

“Don’t worry, Dad,” he said, moving behind me. “We can start slow. Get her nice and ready for you. I bet you won’t need much convincing once you’ve had a taste.”

He shoved me forward so he could sever the cable ties around my wrists. My pulse spiked. Was this moron freeing my hands? As much as I wanted to grab the knife the instant the ties were cut, I couldn’t risk fucking up what would most likely be Willow’s only chance at escaping this nightmare.

“You sure it’s a good idea to untie him?” Zeb asked.

“Why not,” said Duke. “Dad knows that if he so much as twitches in my direction, I’ll cut his throat and pop his daughter’s cherry with my gun barrel while he bleeds out all over the dirt. At least with his hands free, we won’t have to help him thrust.”

I bit back a groan as the blood came rushing back into my hands, making them cramp up. Martin had made certain to secure the cable ties good and tight. I looked at Willow, still on the ground with her arms wrapped around her knees. More than anything, I wanted to gather her up and carry her as far as my legs would take me. That wasn’t going to be possible anytime soon. But mark my words, I was going to make Duke regret underestimating me.

“On your back, bitch,” Duke said. When Willow didn’t comply, he turned to me. “Put your brat on her back, Erik. Unless you’d prefer to hit it from behind.”

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