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“You’re going to let me go?”

“Would you want that?”

“Yes.”

“Would you go to the police if I let you go?”

“I… I don’t know.” I thought about Mr. Steadhill. He was an asshole, sure, but I couldn’t leave him tied up to be tortured and killed. But no, it was Rien asking me. Rien. I had to tell him no. He wouldn’t let me go if I didn’t. But I couldn’t make myself say the words.

One word, Sara: NO.

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t lie to him.

“Would you tell them about me?”

“Will you let Mr. Steadhill go?” I asked. Maybe if he did that, then I could say that I wouldn’t go to the police.

“No.”

“Oh, I can’t. I can’t. Rien—”

“You would tell them about me? The police?”

“Yes. No. Yes, I would.” The words caught in my throat. I couldn’t lie. Whatever he had given me had muddled my brain and the lies were gone, no matter how I grasped for them.

“I’m sorry, Rien,” I gasped. “I’m sorry. I would have to.”

“Thank you, Sara.” His mouth was at my ear. “I believe you.”

“Are you going to kill me?” My mind spun.

“No. Not if I can find Susan.”

“Please, Rien—”

“Do you want me to stop now?”

“No.” I was panting. I needed him.

His chest was hot on top of my back. This time though, his cock was sliding against my ass, and—oh! God!The tip eased forward into me, pressing for entrance.

“I believe you, Sara. This is only for you now.”

My mouth went dry.

He pushed into me with one sharp thrust. I gasped as I felt myself expand, clenching around him. He paused there, and I shuddered. Every twitch of my muscles sent different signals through my body. After a few seconds, he moved again.

“Ohhhh,” I groaned.

Inch by inch, rocking back and forth, he worked his swollen cock deep into my ass.

I screamed. I begged.

Every second felt like an hour. He spanked me, pinched me, kneaded me. The world disappeared as he edged inward; everything around me was a void and we were alone in it. My nipples ached with the mounting pressure. Then he thrust forward again and I clutched the sheets and screamed.

His hand reached around to my front. When his fingers brushed against my stomach, it tickled; I yelped and yanked against the ropes, but they held.

“Rien!”

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