Page 13 of Wreck and Ruin
“Do you see that, Jeremy? This dirty little slut loves the feel of my tongue,” Falon says with a smirk.
I’m being punished.
God saw me save that man today, and somehow, He told Father. This is all my fault, and now he hates me.
“Let’s see how she reacts to mine,” Jeremy says at my feet, gripping my hips to steady me, and after another breath, he lines up my core with his mouth and then drives his tongue into me.
I stifle a cry as his fingers dig into the wounds at my side, still raw from Father’s cruelty last night. Falon pulls me away from the wall and closer to Jeremy, my flesh still in his mouth, then settles in behind me. His hard length is pressed up against my naked bottom through the fabric of his clothes, and I just want to die. I want to see my mother. I don’t know what I did wrong. I close my eyes, refusing to open them again. I never imagined I'd ever wish that it was Ursa who Father brought down here instead.I can do this,I tell myself. Because if I don't, they'll find my stranger.
Don't make a sound. They don't deserve to hear my voice.
They don’t deserve me.
I know that any reaction I give them right now, especially those drawn out of me by pain or humiliation, will only encourage them to hurt me even more.
I will not scream.
I will not react.
I will simply…be.
Until they are done with me.
Chapter9
EZEKIEL
Faint murmurs surround me, pulling me from a dreamless sleep. I jolt awake. My heart thrashes in my chest as the world around me spins in and out of focus. My head is pounding, and there’s a searing, stabbing sensation drilling deep into my skull from moving too quickly.
Where the hell am I?
My body aches and burns, like I took on a pit of serrated blades or something. Spoiler alert, the blades won. My arms are heavy as I try to move them, and my every muscle screams in protest, but I push through it, grasping for some fucking clarity. I wrap my arms around my body to support my broken ribs, and I manage to sit in an upright position. Confusion floods me, before I’m suddenly aware of the chains digging into my wrists, followed by memories of the woman responsible for putting them there. It all comes back to me in bits and pieces.
The storm.
The waves that threatened to pull me into the water.
Her.
My eyes are dry, but I force them open anyway, blinking quickly to shake off the sting. I can’t see shit in the dark, but it still doesn’t stop me from searching for her. My stomach growls, aching with hunger, and I wonder how long I was passed out.
Hours?
Days?
I feel for the familiar weight of my signet ring, but it's long fucking gone. So much for the tracker. Without that ring, I’m basically invisible. Titan will think I'm dead, and if it weren't for Spencer throwing me overboard, I guess I would be. Yet, somehow, I’ve ended up here, and I haven’t decided whether or not being here is some sort of blessing or big fucking misfortune. I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.
“Speak! Or we'll make you fucking scream!” A male’s deep, loud, and hoarse voice cuts through the silence, and my body freezes.
There are others here.
I close my eyes to block out the whooshing of the waves and focus on the silence that follows, hoping to catch any noise that might tell me what the actual fuck is going on. I’m too far away, but I know there's more than one person by the back and forth echoes. Their voices are muffled, which tells me they’re probably on the other side of the stone wall behind me. I’m not stupid enough to shout for help because it would be just my luck that whoever’s out there eats men like me for breakfast, and I’m in no fucking shape to play, not today, and probably not tomorrow, either.
A long moment passes by before the sound of a woman’s blood-curdling scream reverberates through the cave, followed by male laughter. Panic floods my veins, and every hair on my body stands to attention.
She's still screaming.
What the fuck are they doing to her?
