Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
His face falls, and I know he’s as afraid as I am. He sighs, nods, then rises from my bed. When he nears me, he catches my face in his hands, holding me steady. “We’ll be okay,” he affirms.
“I know,” I tell him confidently. I know he can see past the lie. River can see everything. He’s known me for years, and he can always call me out on my bullshit.
“Let’s go.”
We make our way silently to the dungeon to find my father and one of his men in white coats. They both look like doctors. I know what’s going to happen. I’ve seen this before, but River hasn’t. As much as I wanted to shield him, I knew it was only a matter of time.
“The boys.” Dad smiles, gesturing for us to enter. When we do, I notice a girl in the room lit with low, yellow light. There are two small bedrooms set up alongside the main area, and I know what happens in there. The bed she’s sitting on is covered in a white sheet. “Today, you both will experience what it’s like to be men,” my father announces.
He shoves us into the room and shuts the door behind him. Settling himself on a small, two-seater sofa, he unbuckles his belt, watching the girl on the bed. My body is cold, rigid, I can’t move, but when he crooks a finger at River, I step forward, shielding my best friend from my father.
“Don’t fuck this up, son,” he says in a gruff tone.
River places a hand on my shoulder. The touch calms me, but I know it’s not going to last long. My father reaches for my best friend, shoving him to his knees before pointing in my direction.
“I want to see if you’re a man yet,” he chuckles darkly, then points to the girl on the bed. I have to do something. I know I have to move, but my feet no longer know how because I’m rooted to the spot. “If you don’t fucking move now, I’ll make you move.”
His threat jolts me into action, and I turn to the shivering girl. She’s pretty. With dark hair, and big blue eyes filled with innocence I know shines in my own. I step forward only to have her cower, scooting backward on the bed away from me. She’s shivering, her skin almost blue, and her straggly hair is matted to her head.
“Get the fuck up,” my father bites out.
I’m angry that she’s so scared. If she would fight, perhaps he wouldn’t hurt her, but I wouldn’t put anything past Malcolm Savage. She doesn’t move, merely trembles like a dog that’s been kicked. Anger courses through me as I stalk toward her. As soon as my hand grips her thin, waiflike arm, I tug her up onto her bare feet.
“I’ve taught you how to handle the toys, Drake. Make me proud.” The threat is thick in my father’s voice. If I don’t turn into him, into a monster, he’ll hurt River.
Glancing over my shoulder, I notice my dad’s hand in River’s golden-brown hair, fisting it painfully, and my best friend winces. I have to choose — the boy I love or a girl I don’t know.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” she mumbles, and I’m ready to rip into her until she lifts her gaze to mine. Soft blue eyes, the color of the sky on a spring morning, almost pastel in shade, peek up at me.
“I said get up. When I speak, you obey me. Am I understood?”
She tips her head up and down in agreement, and her fat bottom lip wobbles as she blinks back tears.
“You’ll do what I want.”
“Open your legs, toy,” Malcolm grunts from behind me, and I don’t want to see what he’s doing. The image is burned into my mind. I’ve seen him do things with other captives in here, and it makes me ill. So, I focus on the girl who does as he asks and opens her legs. There’s dark hair there, but I see the pink of her private place.
I swallow the lump in my throat, willing myself not to react to her, but my body betrays me, and I feel my cock throbbing.
“That’s it. Use your fingers and show my son your cunt.” Malcolm utters the word that makes my skin crawl. She doesn’t deserve this. But neither do I. And neither does my best friend. The girl moves, opening herself to three of us who watch her intently. I don’t want to look, but I can’t turn away.
That’s when she fights. When her fire burns, and she screams bloody fucking murder. My father is on his feet in seconds, his hand gripping her tiny throat as he pulls her body from the bed and drags it over to the sofa.