Excerpt:
Chapter One
I woke to the sharp tang of metal on my tongue. Something cold jammed between my teeth tore the edges of my mouth. A steel chain. Blood dribbled over my chin as I lifted my head.
Where am I?
All I could see was a bright blur. I tried to roll off my back. My muscles screamed in protest as I strained against the chains wrapped around my torso. My arms were bound to my sides. Maybe my legs were free. . . . I tried bending my knees, but more chains rattled. Stiff fabric, wrapped around my ankles, held my legs open in a wide V.
The cold of the floor seeped into my bare flesh.
Naked! Spit, mixed with blood, gurgled in my throat. I’m naked!
I bucked and twisted, jerking at the restraints. The clang of metal striking metal echoed off the walls. The chains tightened with every move I made, as though a boa constrictor had wrapped itself around me, determined to squeeze until all my bones were crushed and my body was pulped. My shoulder blades grazed one another and my stomach lurched.
I sensed movement at my side and immediately went still.
A soft hush, then a man’s deep voice. “Don’t fight the restraints. You’ll only hurt yourself.”
My lips formed words around the chains: Who are you? But my voice failed me. At some point, I had screamed myself hoarse.
Coarse fingertips smoothed my hair away from the sweat-slicked skin of my brow. A palm rested against my cheek.
“It doesn’t matter now,” the man said. I felt the brush of his hot breath on my cold flesh. “Just let it happen.”
I tossed my head and tried to see him. Let what happen?
His hand left my face and settled on my knee, then moved slowly up my thigh.
No! My chest rose and fell, offbeat from my jerky inhales. I choked back a sob. Don’t panic. Stop him.
My thighs clenched, my hips twisted, but I couldn’t move enough to deny him anything. His hand covered my exposed sex, and the tips of his fingers pressed against my slit. His calloused flesh scraped my delicate folds. I tensed, expecting him to ram his fingers inside.
He cursed and withdrew his hand. “You’re too fucking dry.”
I heard him spit. When he touched me again, his fingers were slick. They stretched me slowly, invaded the most vulnerable part of me. I couldn’t stop him, so I closed my eyes and prayed he’d be quick.
Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance, growing louder as though a storm approached. Then, voices rose above the noise. This was no storm; this thunder came from a crowd.
The man pressed closer and groaned. “Listen to me. Keep fighting, but know I do this to save your life. I can’t take another woman dying in this damn hole.”
A hole? Air jammed in my throat. I imagined myself, trapped with him in a pit deep in the earth. Were there dead bodies all around us? Had he been forced to kill others for not submitting to him?
What if he’s lying?
Grit scored my cheek as I fought to twist away from him. Hissing wetly through the chain, I forced my eyes to stay open. Something was wrong with them. My vision was blurred. I blinked and squinted. No use.
Blind. Helpless and blind.
“You can’t see, can you?”
I turned my head toward the sound of the man’s rough exhale.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “It will pass. From the look of you, they’ve had you here for a while. Hard to believe, but they treat their prisoners worse than their pets.”
Prisoners? But what had I done to . . . ?
“I don’t expect you to understand now. You will soon enough. But understanding won’t comfort you.” His fingers stopped moving. His shadow, all I could see of him, went still. “Would you prefer death? It would be selfish not to offer.” He moved his fingers again, just a little. “This . . . is not the only option.”
Death? Or What? Rape?
I shook my head. Wherever I was, whatever happened, I wanted to live.
The rumbling grew louder still.
“Fuck her already!”
“We came to watch her suffer!”
“You’ve got her wrapped up so nicely.” The man shifted again. One of his palms rested on my mound. The fingers of his other hand traced my collarbone, and then slipped under the chains crisscrossing my chest.
The crowd went silent.
“The way these chains frame her . . . assets . . . .” He paused and his tone gained a seductive, lulling quality. “This wasn’t done to simply restrain her. You wanted her on display.” His hands curved under my breasts, lifted them as though in offering. “But if you want me to hurry . . . .”
Right then, I didn’t want him to hurry. His thumbs dented the supple flesh under my nipples, hard and throbbing and begging for him to touch them. He drew a half-moon beneath them, and I squirmed, frustrated at the idle motion.
Why wouldn’t he touch me?
“Very well, toy with her for a bit.” A refined, masculine voice sounded from somewhere above us. “But, if you don’t make her suffer, we will.”
The man at my side laughed. “Make her suffer?” His fingers finally brushed over my nipples. Pleasant little sparks shot down to my clit. I let out a muffled moan. Then he pinched and twisted. “How’s this?”
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