“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said, leaning back. “Too beautiful for your own good. Maybe it made you stupid, otherwise how else would you have been with a fucker like Bone?” He suddenly swung forward and yanked on my hair.
A wince escaped my lips at the pain.
“You’ve humiliated me quite grandly in the past,” he said, tightening his grip. He kept pulling and pulling until my face was positioned in front of his smelly crotch. “Now is the time to pay for it.”
When I immediately lifted my head, he struck a blow across my face that was so hard I saw flashes before my eyes. Tears misted in my eyes, but I shut my lids and ordered them away. I thought of how they had tortured Gage and he never once cracked. I used him as my model. I would be strong like him.
He began to unbutton his jeans then lowered his underwear and his cock sprung out of his jeans. Grabbing my hair, he dragged me so I was stuck between his legs. “Now,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “You can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either you suck my cock like a good girl or I knock out every tooth you have and you still have to suck my cock. Only difference is you’ll be eating baby food for the rest of your life. You decide.”
I gazed at the already hardened cock and lifted my haunted gaze to his. I spat on his face and gave my response. “Over my dead body.”
At the sudden attack, he wiped the saliva off his face and gave me a look that froze my soul over. He rose to his feet and grabbed my hair roughly. From then on, I wasn’t even sure what happened. I felt my feet leave the floor and then my body crashed down as I was thrown to the ground like a ragdoll.
The breath was knocked out of me and I lay there gasping like a stranded fish, but he wasn’t finished. He tossed me onto my back in fury and sat on my face. I thrashed my head about like someone possessed and tried screaming at the top of my lungs as I fought with all my might to get him off me, but all that came out of my mouth was a muffled sound.
I stopped struggling and let my limbs go limp.
He raised his crotch from my face.
“All right. All right. You win. We’ll do it your way,” I said.
“I knew you’d see the light.” He shoved his cock into my mouth.
I almost choked at the disgusting intrusion. When it was all the way down I bit down as hard as I could, determined to cut it off. His roar was agonized enough to wake the dead. He began to pummel my head with blows. I heard the thundering of footsteps then the door flung open. Three men had come to his rescue. I could feel the salty taste of blood run down my throat. The sensation of drinking his blood was so disgusting I opened my mouth to spit it out.
He was pulled up and rushed away from the room.
A fist pummeled into my jaw and blood spewed from my mouth.
“Fucking bitch,” one of the men hurled over his shoulder as they left the room.
I crawled away to one corner of the room. It felt as though my face had been struck in a thousand ways and I didn’t know if my nose had been broken. I spat out blood and using my pajama top, I wiped his blood from my face and mouth.
To my surprise, none of them came back for more freak show hour from me.
Della Ray
“Are you ready?” asked Joel Lee, the detective that I had become quite familiar with over the last six hours.
I looked up from my coffee cup. “I am.” I rose to my feet and followed him.
The Dallas Police department was bustling with activity, officers, detectives and staff. All hurrying from place to place, as they handled a seemingly endless stream of offenders.
Outside, an irritating mob of press was camped, hoping for any juicy bit of an update from the bust earlier in the day so they could breathlessly update their networks with it. To all I was still proclaimed as dead and it was to remain that way.
“I suppose you’ll never want to hear of Arnault again?”
My mind instantly went to her. I had to go back, I left my heart there. “Not in a hurry,” I said softly. “I already handed over all my reports and sorted through the paperwork before I left.”
“That’s where the doom is,” he said with a chuckle. “Infiltrating the clubs seems like a piece of cake when it comes to those damn papers, doesn’t it?”
My response was a smile.