“Please,” I mutter, despite knowing better than to beg.
It will only make him more determined to hurt me. The bastard takes pleasure in forcing me to do shit I hate.
“Don’t do this. Have some mercy. I’ll be better.”
“Oh, you will, will you?” He laughs as if I’ve just told him a joke. “Of course you will, Rain. You have to. You. Don’t. Have. A. Choice.”
He waves a guard over and I already know what’s going to happen before I see the needle in his hand.
“No.” I push my chair back, shaking my head. “Not again, please.”
“Don’t worry, little girl, it will only hurt for a second.” Xavier smirks as he turns to face me with the needle in his strong, muscular hands. My blood runs cold, the fear and adrenaline mixing in my veins.
I feel my consciousness leaking out of my pores. I already know what’s coming, the darkness threatening to descend as my vision goes blurry and my head spins.
“No,” I get out.
It was supposed to be a scream, but it comes out in a whisper. I’m helpless yet again, forced back into the black abyss I’m so terrified of.
I cling to the light as best as I can, but I know it’s futile. I force myself to count, but before I even reach ten, I’m out like a light, forever lost in the immense darkness that threatens to swallow me up whole.
There are a lot of terrible things Xavier Gunn has done to me, but this has got to be the worst one.
But maybe, just maybe, this is only a nightmare. It has to be. There’s no way it’s happening. I can will it to go away.
When I open my eyes again, nothing has changed. The same two men stand before me, and I’m still handcuffed to a chair, helpless against their thirsty looks.
“Remember, little girl, you don’t have a choice,” Xavier delivers with a brutal look full of promises of pain if I don’t do as I’m told. “So just be a good girl and take it.”
Another shock runs through my handcuffs, making me cry out from the pain.
I want to spit in their fucking faces. Instead, I etch everything that’s happening to my memory while I dissociate from reality. I’ve learned this trick since becoming Xavier’s wife. I’ve trained my mind to separate from my body so I can merely watch what happens to the girl in the room with Jimenez and my husband without truly feeling what’s happening.
By the look on Xavier’s face, I can tell this pisses him off. He hates when he doesn’t have full control over me. The man is obsessed with making me his plaything, forcing me into all these situations to sate his sick desires. But I will not let him win, not this time.
“What do you think, Jimenez?”
Xavier smirks at my twisted body, cuffed to the chair.
“Should we free her?”
My heart speeds up at the promise of a way out. Though I should know better by now - if he wants to let me go, it’s surely just to taunt me further. But as Jimenez nods and undoes the handcuffs binding me to the chair, I can’t help but let myself hope I may get out of here before it’s too late.
My mind returns to my beaten body, and I make a run for it. Stumbling over my own feet, I barely manage a step away from the cruel pair. My head is hazy, my body won’t obey, and I drag my feet.
But before I even make it to the door, another electric shock runs through my body, rendering me unable to walk. I collapse to the floor, and from there, Jimenez drags me back by my hair, grinning to himself like the sick bastard he is.
“I love it when they run,” he mutters to himself. “Makes me so much harder.”
My insides twist at his words. He’s a monster, just like Xavier. But my husband is a more sophisticated beast - one that will stop at nothing to break me, body, mind and soul.
I’m barely holding on these days. After years of Xavier’s abuse, it would be so easy to just let go, and let myself become the broken doll he’s turning me into. And yet there’s still a spark deep within, a fire that refuses to be put out. Perhaps it’s the spirit of Nana, encouraging me to keep going and to avenge her untimely death.
I don’t cry out as Jimenez slams me back down on the chair. He parts my legs, his gaze hungry as he stares at my exposed pussy. I’m waxed weekly, my pussy is bare before him and I’ve never felt more exposed. The bastard must enjoy it, because he’s already palming his repulsive cock through the fabric of his slacks.
“Please, Xavier.” I shock myself by speaking up, my eyes pleading with my husband to stop this before it’s too late. “Don’t do this. You’ll regret it.”