Her Protector
“Bind her arms above her head and gag her,” the bearded man commanded. “I don’t want to be distracted from my art.”
Brie could feel the man’s intense level of sexual arousal as he gripped his cane tightly. Meanwhile, Venom gagged her and secured her wrists to a chain, pulling it taut above her head.
Brie kept her eyes set forward and blinked slowly as if she were meekly accepting her fate, not wanting to not give away her desire to catch another glimpse of Sir.
Holloway’s eyes shone with an ungodly light as he waited for the macabre scene to begin while the storm raged outside.
Brie shuddered in disgust when the old man ran his hands over her bare skin. He looked into the nearest camera and smiled. “And now for my newest creation.”
Glancing in Mary’s direction, Brie found her friend staring at her. The devastating hopelessness on Mary’s face made Brie’s heart clench up in a way she’d never felt before. It was as if she could feel Mary’s despair to the depths of her soul.
Brie fixed her gaze forward again. Her heart raced as the old man positioned himself in front of her and stared at her breasts, a lurid smile curling his lips.
When he lifted the cane, Brie was blinded by a brilliant flash as lightning struck the building. The lights flickered, and the crack of thunder that followed was absolutely terrifying.
“God, this is going to make for a great film!” Holloway cried out excitedly, rubbing his hands together.
Momentarily shaken by the ferocity of the storm, her tormentor focused on Brie again. He raised his arm to deliver the first agonizing stroke of the cane.
Brie squeezed her eyes shut, anticipating the explosion of pain to follow. When it failed to come, she opened them to see Sir wrestling the cane from the man’s hand.
Unable to move or speak, Brie hung there helplessly bound in the chains, watching as a legion of men led by Captain subdued Holloway, Venom, and the other four men in a matter of seconds.
Master Anderson, Baron, and Titov came to assist Sir. Two of them grabbed the old man’s arms, pinioning them behind his back, while Master Anderson drove his knee into the man’s back, pushing him to the floor. Once they had immobilized her tormentor, Sir rushed to Brie and freed her from the chains before ripping the gag from her mouth.
Enveloping her in his powerful embrace, he held her tightly.
“You’re safe, babygirl.”
Brie was mute with shock, unable to believe he was really there in the flesh, worried it was another dream or a hallucination.
She heard Captain cry out plaintively, “Leif!”
Brie watched, with her face pressed against Sir’s chest, as Captain raced to Mary. He pulled a knife from his belt and made quick work of the ropes, gathering Mary into his arms. A profound relief flooded Brie knowing they were both safe.
Holloway couldn’t hurt them anymore.
Brie began shaking uncontrollably as her body reacted to the shock of everything that had happened. Sir pulled away, looking at her with concern.
She broke down sobbing. Wrapping her arms tighter around him, Brie buried her face in his chest, determined to never let go of him.
Safe…
“Do you need a medic?” Sir asked her.
Brie could hear the agony in his voice but shook her head against his chest, not wanting to break their embrace. Holding her tight with one arm, Sir undid the horrid blood-red collar around her neck and threw it across the room. He then took the blanket he was handed and wrapped it around her.
Pulling the phone from his pocket, Sir told Brie, “There are three phone calls we must make.”
Brie closed her eyes, soaking in his strength as she listened to him dial and then speak into the phone. “She’s safe. I have her in my arms right now.”
Her ears perked up when she heard Rytsar’s voice on the other end. She was surprised he wasn’t here.
“Yes, I’m certain she wants to talk to you,” Sir stated, handing Brie his phone.
“Rytsar,” she whimpered.