Page 83 of Beautiful Ascension

Henri has Samantha tied and kneeling as he fucks her face. Not ready to lose my dinner, I bring up another screen. Senator Baker and Brian are screwing a girl in a bunny mask. The gag in her mouth muffles her screams. “On three,” Matthew orders. Seconds later, they pull from her and spray their load on her face.

“Where are the guys? Bring them up,” Sebastian requests.

I bring up three feeds. Owen is waiting in the room next to Brian and Senator Baker. Wyatt is chasing Isabella toward King and his men. When Wes appears on screen, he’s holding a bat. His arm rears back before he swings forward into the head of the other Senator, knocking him off the man he’s thrusting into. Teeth fly, and blood sprays as Senator Wheelan shrieks in pain. That’s when I get a better look at the other guy.

“Holy shit, was Troy fucking a corpse?”

“Doubt it matters now since he’s one himself,” I joke.

Massaging his forehead, Sebastian tries but fails to remain serious. “Bring up Wyatt again.”

When he reappears on the monitor, Wyatt is still methodically forcing Isabella to head exactly where we need her to be to accomplish this part of the plan. “Leave me the hell alone. Do you know who the fuck my dad is?” she spits, yelling over her shoulder. Isabella tossed her stilettos before she left the lounge area. Now, she is running barefoot in one of those shiny jumpsuits that make her look like Catwoman or a Domme.

“Where’s the fun in that, Isabella?” Wyatt taunts her in his Ghostface mask. “I’d run faster unless you want your night to end here.” Wyatt watches her double her speed and take off down the corridor. He pauses, giving her more time to get away. Once she disappears, Wyatt turns, lifts his mask, and winks at the camera.

“Remind me to smack him in the back of the head later,” I mumble, rolling my eyes as I delete all traces of his identity from the servers. “Idiot never remembers the rules when he’s in character like this.”

Switching angles, the feed changes—the cameras follow each forced turn Isabella makes. “Isabella. Come on, I only want to tell you a secret,” Wyatt teases—his distorted voice echoes off the walls. Mascara-filled tears stream in rivulets down her flustered face. I snap a picture and then text it to Matthieu. I’m sure he’ll use this later. As much as he claims this is for revenge, I’ve seen the way he drank her in. He’ll use this to jerk off to, I’m sure.

“We’re ready. Is Operation Fledgling still a go?” King verifies.

Matthieu’s voice comes over the comms. “Get her out of there. Baker is looking for her, and he’s closing in quickly.”

“Wy. Hang back. Isabella is about to find the door leading to King. We need you to hold off Senator Baker,” I command.

“My fucking pleasure,” he growls.

Baker turns down the hallway where Wyatt is goading Isabella. He lifts his hand and stares down at his watch. “Where the hell is she going?” he mutters before making a left.

“He’s got a tracking chip in her somewhere,” Sebastian announces.

“Not a problem,” King replies.

Isabella stops short of slamming into the wall. She spins until her gaze lands on the door. Licking her lips, she bends over, trying to catch her breath. “Where the hell are you, you stupid cunt?” Senator Baker barks. He’s a turn away from Wyatt, but he is so loud that Isabella shoots up. Her back is ramrod straight as she surveys the area around her.

“You can do this, Izzy.” She hesitates before slowly inching forward.

“I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself so far, Isabella, because it will be the last time you’ll ever experience it,” the Senator croons, grabbing his dick through his pants.

My eyes volley between screens, watching in rapt attention as Senator Baker finally reaches Wyatt, and Isabella urges herself to find the courage to move.

“You’ve stopped moving, Bella. I’m going to enjoy fucking your sweet pussy as I slice you open,” Baker shouts as he passes Wyatt. He takes two steps before Wyatt springs forward, wrapping his arm around the Senator’s throat.

Wyatt locks in his hold, gripping his forearm to apply more pressure. Then he steps back, using the Senator’s flailing as leverage. Baker scratches at the padding on Wyatt’s shirt.

“Let me fucking go.” Isabella’s screams pull my attention to the monitor where King is placing a black bag over her head. Isabella fights, her arms swinging wildly, but it’s too late. King bites the cap off a syringe and effortlessly pushes it into her neck. Seconds later, she falls limp in his hold.

My attention reverts to the monitor Wyatt’s on in time to witness the last of the Senator’s struggle. “Night night, bitch,” Wyatt snaps, releasing him to drop with a thud to the floor. Wyatt wastes no time lifting his leg and stomping on Baker’s still very erect dick. Then he leans over and grips the unconscious fucker by his hair. “Your reign is about to end,” Wyatt seethes, rearing back and punching Senator Baker in the face.

“That’s enough,” I order. “We can’t kill him, Wy.”

Snarling, Wyatt stands and kicks Baker in the face, and blood erupts from his nose. The Senator grunts but doesn’t move. Wyatt lifts his gaze to the camera. “There, I didn’t kill him,” he snaps before storming off.

I scan all the feeds to determine what we should watch next. Sebastian taps my arm, then points to the monitor to our right. My pupils double in size at what I see. “Holy fucking shit.”

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OWEN

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