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“Hey.” I smoothed my palm up her back to her nape
, sadly admiring the flow of light as her hair shifted under my touch. She was exquisite, like a butterfly trapped in a jar about to be chloroformed and pinned down with needles.

Was it to be me, or them?

Some days you had to be bad to be good.

I pretended to gather her hair
into my fist. In truth, I held her hair loosely, but I dragged her head back.

Pretty eyes
, gray-green, and her face shone with the tracks of tears. “I’m so sorry this is happening.”

I bent down closer until our faces were
inches apart. I brushed her forehead with a light kiss. I wasn’t a gentle man, normally, but I could fake it.


You have to be brave. I’m Pieter. You know me. I’m going to do what they ask me to because if I don’t, they’ll get other men to do it. Understand, me,
bokkie
?”

I waited for her reaction, prayed I could get through to her that I
didn’t want to hurt her, that I was still on her side.

“Yes.” Her answer was so soft. More tears slipped down her cheeks. “Thank you.”

My heart broke more than a little then.

How I needed to kill somebody.

I shook her head with my fist. “I have to pretend to be hard on you. Trust me. I’m going to...” Not fuck, don’t say that to her you
domkop
. “To make love to you. No matter what I say or do, remember, I care.”

That was the best I could do
, the most delay I could risk. Dying now would be a mistake that she would regret, not me. I’d be gone from this earth.

I pushed her face into the floor, stopping a fraction short of her hitting it with her forehead.

“Keep your
fokken
head down!” I stepped back as I unzipped my pants then nudge-kicked her thighs apart. “Open those legs.”

She
yelped as my toe dug a little too deep into the back of one thigh.

Every movement was calculated to look violen
t but stop short of hurting her too much. Yet I couldn’t fake it totally or they’d know.

Thank god I had an erection, or close to it.
Disgust vied with the necessity of this act. I had to do it. I grabbed my cock and massaged up and down, never more aware of needing to perform in my life than now.

Forget them. Forget they were watching.

Impossible. No, doable.
Look at her.
I concentrated on her, on the soft curves of her body. The swell of her breasts. Luckily my cock wasn’t governed by my rage. I soon had a hard-on good enough to at least enter her.

Fok
.
They wanted pain. I stared at her there, on hands and knees, tense as hell, sobbing with each breath, and with her wrists chained to the floor. I steeled myself to hurt her. They probably expected me to grab one of the whips off the wall. My ex had liked pain and I’d given it to her when she asked for it and not just because I was a kindly husband.
I can do this.

Every time I went to make myself go to the wall, I froze up. I shook my head.

I pushed her dress to her waist and smacked her butt a few times, enough to leave red hand prints and make her squeak. Then I stopped and said fuck them in my head.

I
simply could not hit her more than this.

“Be good,
bokkie
. I’m doing it.”

“Okay.” The quaver in her word said I still scared her.
Nothing would make this fine.

I knelt between her legs, centered the head of my cock on her slit, and guided it in.
I sucked in air, mesmerized by the heat of her and the wet glide.
Fuck.
In that riveting moment of penetration, I let my gaze traverse her body and my hands caress the sweet swell of her hips. I was going to enjoy this, I knew it. I couldn’t come and not enjoy it. My cock pulsed inside her.

She wasn’t that wet. But if I tried, I’d make her like it too.

I did little rough shunting moves inside her, probing for the right spot. I moved into her to make her open her legs more then I sneaked my hand beneath and searched for her clit.

“I’m going to make you come too. Just...” I thrust in. “Squeal some more.
For them.”

“I’ll try.”

Try what? To come, or to squeal? Still dry. Fear maybe. Of course. Of course it was that.

“Forget anything but us. You’re a beautiful woman
, Jazmine. Pretend this is a date night. We’ve been to the movies and –” I gave up. I was no actor. I kept thrusting and working at her clit, her nipples, feeling for the reaction if I hit her g spot. Nothing. What did I expect? To my cock, this was just a fuck like any other fuck, but to her it was terror central. I might have to use spit for lubrication or it’d start hurting both of us.

Determined to make her
happy, I altered position, then the strength of my thrusts. They wanted me to make this last, well, it was lasting.

“Jazmine. Relax.”

“I can’t,” she blubbered.

I kept trying and got nowhere with her.

Overcome by the awesome feel of being sheathed high inside her cunt, I powered in, fucking her harder for a few seconds, and her breathing...stopped. Was that good? Bad?


You like that?” I moved over her, one arm to the floor in support, the other wrapped around her breasts, hugging her to me. No answer. Was she still holding her breath? An inch from her ear, I asked again. “Jazmine?”

“Umm.”

Damn, the scent of this woman, having her under me, being in her. I groaned and couldn’t resist. I licked around her ear once then I bit her hard at the back, over her nape, and followed up with another firm, locking bite on her neck while I speared into her, smacking in hard, rocking her body back and forth. My teeth were anchored in her flesh. My cock had her at the other end.

Possession was an aphrodisiac
that beat anything.

Her pussy walls clenched in and she groaned, her lower back
bowed in a clear sign of a female inviting the man in, and her juices welled around my cock. My balls grew wet as I slapped into her.

Was it the firm hold I had on her? The pain of the bite? The altered angle? Did it matter?

“That’s it.” I did some little jabbing shoves with my cock, smiling as I heard the wet sounds of her pussy. “Take me. Fucking take me. You like it now, don’t you? Say it.”

Her
yes
was gasped out loud and clear.


I’m in you deep.
Fok
, you feel amazing.”

Her choked whimpers
, the writhe of her hips, and the incredible tight suction of her pussy on my cock, drove me to haul her back by her hair.

I gave up on conversation and fucked her thoroughly.

At the end of it, she quivered under me, still moaning a little. They’d come to separate us soon. As I caught my breath, I stroked where I’d bitten.

“It’s done. You’re fine,
ja
?”

“Yes.”
She tucked her head under my hand then added quietly. “Thank you.”

I frowned. A thank you seemed odd.

My next words seemed a little patronizing and yet also right. “You were such a brave, good girl. I’m sorry I couldn’t make you come.”

For a few moments, I
had
made her mine. We’d been outside this place, in our own passionate world. I toyed with a curl of her hair, winding it around her ear.

Her reply was even quieter than before, like she only wanted the floor to hear. “I
t was...good. I think I did come, a little...and I never come...with a man.”

I drew back, staring. “What?”

“It was good.” She smiled shakily, a small but definite smile.

Were we both
crazy? Pride flared and I almost smiled too. Then nausea kicked in. The contrast between us here on the floor, and what was out there, watching us, tore at me.

The speaker
crackled to life. “Pieter. You did a terrible mess of that. You made her happy! I think we must sack you.”

C
rap.
My heart stuttered. I shut my eyes for a second then searched for her hands and squeezed them. “I’m so sorry.”

H
er nails dug into my fingers.

“Wait. Wait. The client speaks and tells me it was okay. Next time you will do better.”

The bastard.
I couldn’t stop looking into her eyes.

I came to a sudden,
yet flawless conclusion, as startling as a man finding the moon in his backyard. The danger we were in had burned away all the stupid nonsense that normally clouded men’s decisions. I wanted her. Truly wanted her.

Given a clear cons
cience and a day without this insanity in which we were trapped, I’d have dragged her away by the hair and screwed her until she never wanted to leave my arms. Well, I guess I’d have talked to her as well. Small detail.

But I didn’t have that day.

When they demanded I stand still to be restrained again, I let the man come over and do it, though I glowered at him – my arms were again bound behind my back at elbow and wrist.

I believed what Gregor had said.
Stupid of me.

After more men entered and held me to the wall, they made me watch while Gregor strung her up from the ceiling and caned her to the count of seven. The thrum of the cane in the air and the thwack as it hit her ass
and back, the red and blue marks...damn him to hell. Killing him shot to number one on my list of things to do.

“That was for not making her
yell.” He waggled the cane at me as his men let down her limp body. “See what you did to her?
Tsk. Tsk.

Her screams still echoed inside my head.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter
5

What he’
d done to my back...I couldn’t look. When they brought me to my room, I couldn’t look in the mirror. Not that I could stand anyway. I’d been mostly carried back. The pain from those few strikes with the cane had shocked me, and that someone could so callously strike me. I’d been lucky before. Scrim had concentrated on Zoe.

I’d never been hit like that.
Did a human mean nothing to Gregor?

I lay on my stomach for hours
, feeling the mixture of bite and throb. Every time I shut my eyes, the pain drew me back into the world of the awake. After inching my dress up my back and shakily feeling for the welts, I wept quiet tears. Then I lay there, just listening to the night. I had no light, only a faint, second-hand moonlight that came in the square window near the ceiling. The jungle sounds soothed me for some odd reason. The flap of wing. The cry of bird or bat. The distant crash of a branch falling from a tree.

It was life. Proof t
here was an existence without torture. I fastened onto that idea like a leech. I wasn’t losing hope that I could have some of that again. I wanted freedom. I wanted normal, gray dull reality, not this insanity.

I wanted fucking boredom so hard that I
wrenched my pillow into a ball as if by crushing it I could be like Dorothy clicking her shoes.

Take me back.
Now.

But it didn’t happen.
I was stuck here. I could’ve put myself in one of my exposé articles and had it featured by every news service in the country.

Human traffickers enslave, rape, and torture freelance femal
e journalist. Read all about the depravities she was subjected to.

I bit the pillow until my jaw ached and
I rocked into it.
I want to go home.

He hadn’t been told to use a condom. I couldn’t bear to deal with the implications of that. Not
now
.

Flashes of what had been done to me carved through my thoughts uninvited. Little vignettes of
rape and hurt played over and over. Me, screeching while he whacked that stick on me, my feet not touching the floor, my toes scrabbling for a grip as I swung. The rope above creaking. The new scenes were added to the ones I’d already perfected where I tried to turn back time so that
none
of this ever happened.

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