And then my heart stops. I wouldn’t be shocked if I died from a stroke or heart attack watching Beckett restrain her.
My chest rages with pain; my heart thumps hard then slow, fast and quiet. It doesn’t know what to do; it’s just yelling at me to get my ass out of the water and go save her.
But I can’t save her. Only she can save herself.
Beckett has her tied, her arms and legs spread in the center of the room.
She can handle this. She’s strong.
And then I see what comes next.
A gag around her mouth.
Earplugs.
A blindfold.
She must be going crazy inside being so sensory deprived.
I’m going to lose it.
My chest pounds for her. I don’t know what I feel for Liesel other than possessiveness, and anger at her fucking sins.
But this…
This is unthinkable for her to endure.
Except, she’s endured it before. And she came back. Why did she come back?
I look at Beckett—it’s obvious what he’s required to do next, but he’s just standing there still as a statue, unsure. Does he touch her and endure my wrath, or does he say his safe word and leave her vulnerable?
He looks to the door.
A moment later, three men have entered.
They look similar to the men who beat me.
Don’t fucking touch her!
But of course, that’s what they are there for—to ravish her. To make her feel out of control and so overwhelmed that she can’t think straight.
To many other people, this might be their wildest fantasy—tied up, blindfolded, and fucked senseless by four hot men.
To Liesel, this is her greatest nightmare. I’ve seen her fuck. She has to be in complete control. I don’t blame her. I’m much the same way, which is one of the many reasons why we’d never work together.
The men start touching her, groping her, and Beckett follows suit. He runs his hand down the curve of her waist and then grips her hip while a man penetrates her with his finger.
I can’t watch.
I can’t not watch.
I run out of the tub and go to the door. Water drips all over the tile floor, and I almost slip on my ass. I yank the door handle, already expecting the door to be locked.
I have to get to Liesel.
I have to stop this.
I pull harder, determined to get the door to budge. All I end up doing is pulling my side of the handle clean off. I throw my body against the door. I kick as hard as I can, but this isn’t an ordinary door. This one is thick, most likely bulletproof.