Page 159 of Unravelling The Beast

My mom grabs my hand and drags me into the secret room just as I'm ready to scream in terror.

Two men take me through an abandoned jail, my feet dragging down the dusty, filthy floor because I refuse to walk freely. It has a nasty odor and is filthy. Everything on the walls is peeling away, and the cell bars are rusting.

I look around at the cramped place I'll be in as they carry me into a cell, and as the men let go of me under my arms, they grip my wrists tightly. I glance up as I hear chains jingle above me and see him placing my wrists inside rusted, cold metal shackles before locking them with a key.

As one of them pulls on the chain, my arms stretch higher and I fling my head back, crying out in pain from my shoulder. I hear him tighten the chain around the cell bars before handing Cash the key, and I take a deep breath, swinging gently, my tiptoes barely brushing the floor.

Cash keeps his dark stare on me as he speaks to the guys.

"Leave us."

The men depart, leaving us alone, and I start to panic as he gives me an intense, hungry stare.

I narrow my eyes before talking as he begins a cigarette without breaking eye contact.

"You're so fucking dead after this."

He raises an eyebrow as he blows out smoke, unaffected, and I continue.

"Why would you fucking do this to your own best friend?"

He silently examines me before flicking his cigarette on the filthy floor and stamping it out with his perfectly gleaming shoes.

"You, of all people, should understand the hell he's been through because of what happened to Bridget."

His eyes spark with something dark and malicious, and he storms at me, paralyzing my body with fear.

He talks angrily in my face when he comes to a stop in front of me.

"Bridget was mine way before she was fucking his!"

I stare at him, puzzled, until he draws his face closer to mine, prompting me to withdraw my head back even further.

"Let's see how he likes it now.Payback is a bitch, Wren, and you'll be my little bitch tonight."

He moves his greedy eyes to my heaving breasts, and I cringe as I turn my face away, until he unexpectedly grabs the back of my hair and pulls so hard that my neck cracks.

I yell fiercely at him when I feel his hot tongue lick the blood from my cleavage.

"Get the fuck off of me, you sick fuck!"

As my heart pounds in my chest and tears sting my eyes, I desperately try to wiggle free. When he suddenly gets ready to pull the bust of my dress down, I wildly struggle to get free as my heart hammers in my chest and tears sting my eyes.

"Enough!"

When he hears Arlo's dad's voice, he releases all of my hair and gives Charles the side-eye.

"She needs to be left untouched for the fucking client. I told you to clean her the fuck up!"

As Cash responds, an evil grin spreads across his face, like the Joker himself.

"I am, boss, just with my fucking tongue."

Charles stares between us both before settling his harsh glare on Cash's.

"I'm serious, Cash. Fucking rape her, and I'll kill you myself. We have a lot riding on this one and I have plans for her.”

I have this fearful and strange feeling that I don't want him to leave since I know Cash isn't going to listen to him.

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