Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
I clench my jaw. It’s one thing being destroyed by three grown-ass men holding me down, but this piece of shit? No. He’s old, and while he’s certainly not frail, there’s a part of me that believes I might just be able to fend him off, if only for a little while. Maybe just long enough for Killian to find me. If he’s coming for me—and I know that he is—then I’m going to give it my all. And when I’m through with him, the last thing he’s going to be worried about is his fucked-up nose.
I’m going to destroy this bastard just as thoroughly as he thinks he’s going to destroy me.
Not stupid enough to make a move within the confines of the auction house, I stand by as my wrists are bound and pulled tight, the rope biting into my already torn flesh. Agony rips through my body, but Broken Nose tugs me away like a dog on a leash, and I don’t attempt to fight him on it.
Unlike when Killian took me from here, Broken Nose doesn’t appear to have any guards to keep me in line, and my mind immediately starts to put together a plan. Surely he has a car around here somewhere, and with everyone still inside, who’s going to stop me?
As I’m dragged through the crowd, men grope me, grabbing my ass and tits as Broken Nose pulls me along with his chest puffed out like a fucking peacock, showing off his new toy. But he’s shown his hand now. A man with an ego is a man easily brought down. He’s shown his weakness, and if and when I get the chance, I will exploit it.
My tits are grabbed and roughly squeezed as someone else shoves his hand between my thighs, but joke’s on him, all he’s going to find down there is the remnants of other men’s dick juices.
My body is still weak, and I trip over my feet while cursing myself for not having been able to gain enough energy. But even if I had, I’d be holding on to it. The real battle for my life hasn’t even begun yet, and when it does, I’m going to be ready.
Broken Nose leads me to the small metal staircase I first walked with Killian, and as he drags me up, the ropes around my wrists dig deeper into my flesh. My whimper catches in my throat, and I swallow it down.
I will not cry for this man. I will not show him weakness.
The guard lets us out into the cold night, and as the chill seeps into my bones, all I can do is follow Broken Nose as he makes his way around the side of the massive building. I suddenly don’t feel quite so threatened. It’s just me and him, but I’m not about to make any stupid moves. This could be my only shot at freedom.
There are parked cars farther down the road, and I try to figure out how I’m going to play this vile game. I need to somehow get my wrists free, knock the bastard out, and steal his car. I have no chance of figuring out how to find my way back to Killian’s estate, but if I can get back to my shithole apartment, I can find my phone to call him, and he’ll be there within seconds. I don’t know how, but I trust that he will.
My feet stumble against the uneven ground, and when he pulls me again, my knees give out, twisting my ankle in these ridiculous heels and dropping heavily to the ground. My knees become embedded with gravel, and I cry out in pain as he finally stops, the sudden drop tearing the rope out of his hands.
I barely have a moment to catch myself on my sore palms before he kicks me in the ribs. “Get the fuck up, bitch.”
I clench my jaw and hold my ground, but as he reaches for me, I flinch away from his putrid touch, and the rope loosens at my wrists. A flash of hope burns through me, sparking like a flame and capturing my full attention.
I don’t dare look down at my wrists, terrified of giving it away. He grabs a handful of my hair and throws me across the uneven ground. “Ugh,” I grunt as I drop heavily to the ground, but again, I don’t dare try to get up.
“That’s the way you want to play this?” he demands, kicking me again. “Alright, have it your way, bitch. But if you’re so fucking determined to be on your knees, then I’ll give you something to do.”
He reaches for the front of his pants, quickly unbuckling his belt and pulling his flaccid cock out. He quickly pumps up and down, readying himself for what I assume he thinks is going to be something amazing, and as his grip tightens in my hair and the eye of his cock stares at me, bile rises in my throat.