“That’s good, you’re nice and wet,” he said, placing the finger into his mouth and sucking my juices off of it.
Reaching out, he stroked my hair, his mouth curved up into a grin as he felt my fear. He knew that I knew I was fucked. I could see it in his eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you nice and hard, until your red raw. I’m going to cum inside you, and then I’m going to play with you until I’m bored. After that, I’ll let my colleagues here have their fun.”
My eyes darted to the thug, who was flashing me a grin. The thought of him—or anyone inside me made my stomach turn.
“And when they’re all done, I’m going to torture you. You’re going to be in so much pain that you’ll be begging me to just kill you. Put you out of your misery. And do you know what I’m going to do then?” he asked, his face inches from mine.
I shook my head, tears rolling down my cheeks.
“I’m going to fuck you again, and again and again,” he whispered.
Oh god no. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a blindfold, waving it in my face, teasing me. I almost laughed. Being blindfolded right now was a relief. If he couldn’t see my eyes, then he couldn’t see the pain he was causing me.
Exhaling sharply, I listened to the sound of my pounding heart. Once again, I was alone in the darkness, only this time Mace was not here to save me. Nobody was here to save me.
This is it. This was how it was going to end.
Chapter Thirty
Leeta
Cutting through the silence, three single gunshots rang out.
I squeezed my eyes shut under my blindfold, not wanting to think about what was happening. Please not Mace. Then I felt a weight fall over me. A warm, thick substance covered my stomach. What was happening? I began to sob as I jerked my body, desperate to get out of this nightmare.
“You, in the corner. Both of you, now.”
Holy shit, Ben.
Relief surged through me, my heart racing as I began to hyperventilate. I yanked at the handcuffs wildly, losing the little control I had left.
“Ben, help me please. God, get this thing off me,” I said, sobbing like crazy.
“Leet, it’s okay, we’re here,” he soothed, slipping the blindfold from over my eyes.
I wailed as he pushed Luke’s body off me, grabbing a towel to cover me up. I shivered, my body shaking uncontrollably.
“Leet,” he said, stroking my hair, his eyes locked to mine. “You need to calm down. You’re going into shock. I need you to look at me and breathe, okay? Can you do that?”
I stared into his soft brown eyes and nodded. My chest rose in quick succession as I tried to slow my breathing. I closed my eyes. In, out. In, out. In, out.
“That’s good. Good girl. Nice and slow. You keep doing that so I can check on Mace, okay?”
My eyes shot open, a sob escaping me as I focused on Mace. We wasn’t moving. Oh God, please let him be okay.
“Help him! Please don’t let him die, please don’t let him die,” I sobbed, my body beginning to shake again as my lungs began to burn as I tried desperately to fill them with air.
“Leet!” Ben shouted. I stopped, my eyes falling on his. “Please, Leet, you need to calm down. He’s unconscious, but alive. I can’t help him if you can’t help yourself.”
I nodded, closing my eyes. Okay, I was okay. My arms twitched as I forced myself to breathe. My dizziness began to fade as my breathing improved.
“Good girl, Leet. Keep breathing. We need to get him to a hospital, okay? Do you think you can stand up?” he asked.
I nodded, and then remembered the handcuffs that were restraining me. “I—Ben, I can’t.” I pulled my wrists against the metal of the cuffs.
Then Ben was leaning over me, stroking my hair again. “It’s okay, Leet. Let me check…” He disappeared, and I realized he was searching Luke for the keys.