Page 105 of Mask and the Magnolia
Camden tosses the white linen as he unbuckles his belt, and this is when I begin to cower. This man is going to assault me, most likely in every way he can think of, and I can’t stop him. I can’t even speak. Cowering is all I have right now.
There’s nothing I can do, my body is reacting in the only way that’s left since both fight and flight have been eliminated. Trying to protect myself from this monster is useless but I doit anyway. Curling into myself, shrinking in the corner while I track his every move.
“You bonded with the criminally insane, brought their shit back to your apartment so you could add it to your nest, all while making sure to postpone your heat so I didn’t get in the way of your happy little pack.”
With the fire behind him, flames flickering behind his back in some twisted dance, Camden truly looks like the devil, like a demon sent straight from the bowels of hell but he isn’t here to steal my soul.
He’s going to destroy it.
The look on his face says he’s going to destroy my soul and crush my spirit. He's going to break my heart as well as every inch of my body and when there’s next to nothing left, he’ll pick my bones clean and make an example out of me.
The heir to the Reynolds family legacy will be nothing more than a trophy on his mantle.
“You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, Magnolia.”
My eyes widen as he steps through the busted door, naked and erect despite the way he continues to wretch, and panic roars to life inside me again. “Camden, wait, what?—“
He backhands me across the mouth as he towers over me, his chest heaving as he looks down with malice in his stare. “You are going to pay for this. Every single goddamn day for the rest of your worthless little life.”
“Camden, no. Please stop,” I cry, tears now streaming down my face as I try to get away. “Camden, stop!”
With a hand on either side of the biggest hole in my sweater, he fists the wool and rips it open, my bra exposed until he tears that off, too. I try to flip myself over onto all fours, trying to find something,anything, I can use as a weapon and when my eyes land on the rack we installed for our products, I don’t hesitate.
I reach out and grab the metal rod, yanking it off the wall and bringing it down onto Camden’s head with a crack. It’s not going to stop him but it slows him down long enough for me to climb through the opening in the door. My entire body aches as I push myself to stand up, grabbing onto the toilet and forcing myself to my feet.
If I can just get to the living room, I’ll be somewhere people can hear me, and I’ll scream until my throat is raw if it means I’ll come out of this with a few injuries and new trauma.
I don’t even make it to the hall.
Camden’s hands close around my ankles, pulling my legs out from under me so fast I can’t catch myself and smack my face against the tile floor.
“You have fucked with me for the last time, Magnolia,” he growls as he straddles my legs, tearing my pencil skirt in two as if it were made of paper. “I’m going to make you pay for everything you’ve done to me.”
My head is throbbing and I feel like I’m falling but when I open my mouth to try and scream, I cry out in pain instead.
I think my jaw is broken.
I don’t have time to figure it out, though.
No, Camden is relentless in his torture as he flips me over and yanks my panties down my thighs, shoving them wide open with his knees as he settles himself there.
“No,” I mumble, my voice muffled and faint as my head lolls from side to side. “No, please.”
With one hard thrust, Camden slams into me, his penis ripping me to shreds as he forces it inside me almost completely dry, knot and all. I gasp in pain, a sob breaking free from my chest as he pulls all the way out before he repeats the action, the sound of him spitting my only warning before he does it again.
“Yes, Magnolia,” he snarls above me as I feel his hands close around my throat. “I’m going to make you pay for your sins,starting with covering up the putrid scent coming from your cunt.” Camden starts to squeeze my throat, applying pressure as he slowly begins cutting off my air. “That and those lepperous marks marring your skin.”
He resumes his punishment, Camden raping me while he chokes me until I almost pass out, then letting go long enough for me to cough and gasp for air. He does it for so long, takes me to the edge of consciousness so many times I can’t keep count but when my vision goes black and I claw at his hands on instinct, he shows no sign of stopping.
Camden chokes me until I’m walking a line he didn’t intend to draw, and as he continues to force himself inside my body, I can’t help but think this might really be the end.
ISAAK
Checking my phone for the umpteenth time, I blow out a sigh of frustration when I still don’t have a reply from Maggie.
After hearing that her father and Camden showed up Friday and the two rather aggressively escorted her from the ward, I thought it might be best if I wait until she contacted me first in order to grill her over their interaction. I didn’t want to create more issues by blowing her up all day in case she was with them.
I wanted to.
