“I…” Brie struggled to speak, overcome by the acute terror she’d felt when it was happening to her. Swallowing hard, she could barely get her words out. “Those men were there to sexually torture us, and whoever…”
Brie’s throat closed up, making it impossible to speak.
Sir immediately embraced her. “You don’t have to continue.”
She soaked in the warmth of his embrace, drawing strength from it. She forced herself to talk, needing to say it—needing the release. “If either Mary or I refused, the other one would be murdered in front of us.”
Brie felt Sir’s whole body stiffen. “Oh, my God.” He shuddered in revulsion. “And Holloway was going to film it…”
His voice trailed off as he began to rock Brie in his arms, murmuring words of comfort. But as the reality of what happened began to sink in, Brie could feel his dark rage simmering under the surface.
Although it came from a place of love and a need to protect, Brie also knew it had the potential to destroy them.