Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Tears stream down my cheeks as I hold back my own sobs. The girl continues to yelp and cry out, though she seems like she’s slurring now.
“Looks like Ava already sauced her up,” Solomon states, breathing heavily. “My apologies. I didn’t know.”
“I’ll take that lube after all,” Michael says lowly. “Seems my cock can’t wait.”
Solomon laughs, but Caius remains completely silent. I hear the uncapping of a bottle and then the juicy sounds of someone slicking up their cock.
“You want some, Sol?” Michael asks Solomon.
“Nah,” Solomon says, still huffing. “I prefer to go in with nothing but a little spit. They’re always so tight their first time up the ass. It only hurts the both of us for a minute or so and then the blood makes everything all better.”
Oh God.
I really am going to throw up.
The next few minutes are nothing but grunting, flesh slapping, and the quiet sobs of a high but still in agony girl. Michael comes first, moaning loudly. This must turn Solomon on because he starts making louder sounds and more quickly. The smacking, juicy sounds have bile stinging my throat.
Don’t puke, Romy.
Solomon groans and then a body thumps hard on the floor. He chuckles as he stands. All I can see through the crack now is a bare ass smeared with blood. I shakily swipe away another tear.
“Going so soon?” Solomon asks. “You’re a man of incredible self-control to sit there and not touch yourself.”
Caius finally speaks. “I need to relieve some steam but not here. I have a sick girl back in my room I can stick my dick into. Plus, she has tits. I prefer them with tits.”
“The boy’s in love,” Solomon taunts. “See you at dinner.”
Caius leaves me alone with these two monsters, praying they won’t find me and do the same as they did with the girl.
Please don’t make me listen to that again.
Please.
Romy
The cabinet reminds me of my closet back home. I’d felt safe there as I’d hidden among the stuffed animals, dolls, clothing, and shoes. I’ve always been good at hiding. When I was terrified, after the lights would go out, I’d sneak into my closet, barely disturbing all the items there, blending in seamlessly.
Monsters never found me there.
All I had to do was remain completely still, slow my breathing, and retreat to a place that brought me serenity. Often, I’d replay all the times I’d gone ice skating with Bastian. Being the good big brother he was, he’d hold my hand, pulling tightly anytime I’d start to fall.
He always kept me safe.
Well, not always…
“Romy,” a deep voice says in a sing-song tone. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
I’m snapped from my daze and panic takes over, stealing my heart and my breath all at once. Has Solomon discovered me hiding here?
Before I can consider my next move, the cabinet door is once again yanked open, blinding me with the sudden brightness of the light.
I yelp as a beefy hand grabs hold of my bicep and jerks me out of the cabinet. As I’m hauled to my feet, I’m briefly relieved to discover the person who found me is Gareth.
Briefly relieved.
It passes in an instant when I lock eyes with his gleaming orbs. Wickedness dances in his gaze. I’m angry for not recognizing it the second I met him. He’d easily fooled me, though I won’t be tricked again.
“Let’s go,” he says as he knocks the cabinet door closed with his foot. “Caius sent me to fetch you.”
As he drags me away from my hiding place, I can’t help but look for the girl. She’s no longer sprawled out on the rug. The only evidence she was here is several drops of blood and the awful stench of bodily fluids of all kinds.
Disgusting.
“Is the girl okay?” I ask Gareth as he hauls me to the elevators. “Where did they take her? Is she still alive?”
Guilt has me gagging and tears filling my eyes. I should have left the cabinet and tried to stop it. I could have saved her.
“We’ll talk in a minute,” Gareth growls. “Hush and come on.”
My mind continues to reel so much that it’s not until I’m being pulled into a guest room that’s not the one I share with Caius, where I finally begin to acknowledge my surroundings.
This room has no windows.
“Where are we?” I ask, trying and failing to jerk my arm from Gareth’s grip.
“Calm down,” he gripes. “We’re in my room. You need to lie low until we make sure you weren’t seen.”
My hair is damp from sweat and I can’t shake the nausea in my gut. I want to know what happened to the girl. Did they take her somewhere else for more evil plans or was she dropped off with Ava? Not knowing is killing me.
“I should have stopped them,” I murmur, shuddering. “I should have—”