Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“What are you thinking?” She goes on.
He snorts, turns, and walks over to her. His stride is confident and slow. She straightens, her legs crossing as she looks up at him. If she wasn’t already fidgety, her eyes would give her away.
Haidyn is the biggest one out of the three of us. Six-foot-seven and two fifty. Covered in ink and usually blood that isn’t his. Men fear him, and women beg him to fuck them.
He places his hands on both armrests and leans over to where his face is in front of hers. “You don’t want to know what I’m thinking.” His eyes drop to her tits that her fitted button-up white silk blouse shows off.
“I’m…I’m here to help you,” she whispers, rubbing her sweaty palms softly down her black pencil skirt. Poor girl didn’t know what she was getting into when she recently took the job. She’s the sixth one over the last three years.
“Help me?” he asks as if that’s a foreign idea. Unreachable. “Do you really mean that, Charlotte?” Haidyn plays with her.
She swallows nervously, her eyes dropping to stare out the window. Unable to make eye contact, she softly answers, “Of course.”
“I know what you can do.” The corners of his lips pull back, showing a shadow of a smirk.
Her eyes move to his, widening as her breathing accelerates. “W-what?”
“Let me rip off your clothes.”
She gasps.
“I’ll tie you up in a tight little ball, suspend you from the ceiling so that your cunt, mouth, and ass are easily on display for me to fuck.”
Her pretty face pales at the thought of him touching her in such a way. If she were wearing pearls, she’d clutch them.
He goes on, feeding off her fear like a fire does oxygen. “Once I’m done violating you, I’ll sit down, have a smoke while I let you hang there, and watch my cum leak from your stretched-out and overused holes like the worthless whore you’re meant to be.”
She’s trembling. Her back pressed into the chair, praying it swallows her up from the big bad man who wants to use her like a sex doll.
“I can’t promise you’ll like it, but it’ll make me feel better,” he adds. “Still want to help me, doll face?” He releases the armrest with his right hand and places it on her knee, making her jump, and a whimper escapes her nude-painted lips.
“Haidyn,” I say, announcing my presence.
He gives a rough laugh, pushing off her chair, and she stands to run out of the room, pushing me out of the way.
Haidyn goes back to the windows. There’s nothing around for miles—just woods, more woods, and mountains. The Spade brothers—our fathers—once thought that was enough to keep the prisoners contained. But Ashtyn proved them wrong, so we added extra precautions to make sure no one ever escapes again, including us. Not like we’d ever walk away from Carnage. No matter how much we want to.
“We brought her in to help you,” I remind him.
“She can’t,” he growls.
“You don’t even let her try,” I argue. I think a part of her wants to fix him even though she understands he’s not broken. He’s just a man with demons.
“Unless she’s on her knees, she’s useless,” he mumbles.
“Kash called David.”
David is a pimp, and the women he loans out are as close to therapy as Haidyn’s ever going to get. At least they seem to help for a little bit. When you’re willing to pay for sex, you get to do whatever you want. Case in point—I was balls deep inside Ashtyn not even forty-eight hours ago, and she had no idea who I was. Just a man willing to pay to use her body. She’ll be giving it to me for free from now on.
“Is she here?” Haidyn asks, ignoring my previous statement.
“Yeah.” Kashton and I arrived with Ashtyn yesterday morning, but we hadn’t seen Haidyn until now. I kept her sedated for quite some time. I wanted her to heal somewhat before she awoke and realized her life has forever changed. I have plans for her, and I can’t start fulfilling them until she’s ready.
His hands fist as he whispers, “You shouldn’t have brought her back.”
I run mine through my hair. “She’s here for us to use. You…we all deserve our revenge.” I once loved Ashtyn, but I let her cloud my judgement. It made me soft and almost got my brothers killed. I won’t make that mistake again.
He turns around to face me. “I’m going to kill her,” he growls. “Don’t you get that? If I touch her, she’s dead.” He takes in a deep, calming breath. “And the worst part of that is she doesn’t deserve it.” He hangs his head and shakes it. “She’s not responsible for what happened once she was gone.”
“She left us,” I grind out. Just thinking about her running from me and getting away with it makes me want to kill some unlucky bastard. We got lucky, or I probably would have never found her. I hate to admit it, but my wife hid well.