Page 53 of Insidious Truths

I immediately shook my head. “Rhett—”

“This isn’t up for debate, Samara. That bastard hurt you, okay? He fucking HURT you. Tell me, did he even bother using a condom?”

I looked away, tears snaking down my cheeks.

“Yeah,” he angrily scoffed. “Didn’t think so. I know you don’t like being told what to do, but you need medicine, baby. Treatment for your injuries.”

He was right. I hated that he was right. Given Damien’s brutality, there was no telling exactly how bad the internal damage was. Getting checked out was the only way to know for sure.

And the pain I was in…

Fuck.

I could seriously use some painkillers right now.

“Will you stay with me?”

Rhett moved closer and cupped my chin, planting a feathery kiss against my mouth. “I won’t leave your side. I promise.”

Isaac

17

“PHANTOM,” my hoarse voice roared for what had to be the hundredth time as I bucked and thrashed against the restraints still keeping me pinned to the bed, my blood boiling. My hands were cuffed to the bed rail and my feet were tied around the footboard by the rope Phantom found in my kinky box I kept stowed away in my closet.

“You have ten seconds to untie me before I—”

“Before you do what, exactly?” Phantom asked from the end of my bed, his large arms crossed tightly to his chest as he glared me down.

Untie me motherfucker and find out!

“You’re not going anywhere. Not until you calm the fuck down.”

“I AM CALM!”

I was going to kill him. Phantom first, then Damien, and lastly, our fraud of a fucking father. Damien would’ve been long taken care of by now if it weren’t for Phantom stopping me.

He hurt her… My samurai.

He deserved to have his asshole stretched open and stuffed like a piñata. Roasted over a forest fire and hung upside down from a tree for the wild animals to feast upon.

“No,” he snapped back at me. “You’re not. I’m not setting you loose just so you can go on a killing spree.”

“I’m not! I have to—”

“And I don’t believe you.”

He was pissing me off. As much as killing all of those sons of bitches would appease my soul, I had other severe problems I was dealing with at the moment.

“I have to take a shit, Phantom!” I really fucking did. If he didn’t untie me soon so that I could use the bathroom, I literally was going to shit and piss all over myself.

Phantom shrugged and then stalked over to his computer chair. He sat down, facing his laptop and opening it up without a care in the world. “Guess you have no choice but to shit yourself then.”

I scoffed, internally screamingfuck this shitat the top of my lungs before drawing in a much-needed breath. Little did Phantom know—this wasn’t my first rodeo being stuck handcuffed to a bed. It’d been months since I had to do this, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

And fuck it was going to hurt.

I breathed in again, fighting like hell not to scream as I popped my first thumb out of place, then the second, the pain making me grit my teeth so vigorously hard I was frankly shocked I hadn’t cracked any of my pretty teeth. Phantom remained facing the computer, typing away. I took that moment to carefully slide my hands through the cuffs and when I was free, fixed my injuries and wasted zero time untying my feet, remaining quiet as a mouse.

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