“What the fuck is going on?”
I’m relieved to hear Leonie, and Lenny scrambles around to fasten his trousers. “Jeez, Lee, a little privacy.”
“You’re in the passage to the village. Everyone is heading back, so I suggest you go on ahead,” she snaps.
“You think the others wouldn’t join in?” he sneers. “Fuck, this princess needs a few cocks in her to show her she’s the same as us.”
“Well, it isn’t happening tonight, not on my watch,” she tells him, and I feel her hand in mine. “Get up, Wynter. Let’s go.”
“Maybe you both need a lesson in who’s in charge around here,” he growls.
“I’ll tell Martha everything,” she warns. “I’ll tell her about the bar and the mobile phone you have. She’ll go to the forefathers.”
“You’ll hang beside me if that happens,” he says with a laugh.
“I’d rather hang than allow you to touch either of us,” she spits. “Now, stay the hell away from us.”
She drags me off, and I stumble along behind her as we rush through the darkness. “How do you know where you’re going?” I ask.
“I’ve learnt these caves. Hurry, before he tells the others and they all come.”
“Are you really going to tell on them?”
“No. Don’t ever date any of the guards, Wynter,” she says firmly. “Don’t be alone with them when Martha isn’t nearby to hear your screams.”
“I don’t understand,” I whisper, almost in tears. I’m tired and dizzy, and everything is happening so fast, yet it all feels blurry.
“Because you’re drunk,” she snaps. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”Drunk?
We find the steps and climb them. Then, we run all the way back to the cave entrance and back to the sleeping quarters. “Lock your door,” she tells me, kissing me on the forehead as I go into my room. “We’ll speak tomorrow.”
Wrath
“There’s another ceremony tonight. They reckon you’re going to be chosen,” says Leonie as she wraps her hands around my erection. She’s distracted today and not as annoyingly chatty. Lenny bangs on the window, and she shrinks back slightly.Something’s happened between the two, I can sense her nervousness when he’s around.
“Are you sucking or talking?” he barks.
“Prick,” she mutters under her breath before taking me in her mouth. Lenny watches like he often does. “He’s just pissed because I ruined his night,” she whispers, coming up for air.
I close my eyes, concentrating on holding back. I can’t come with him watching or it’ll be more beatings. “Like any woman would willingly sleep with that monster.” She sucks me in again, and when I open my eyes, Lenny is gone. She sits up. “I reckon he came here because his parents knew he was a monster and they thought this place would save him.” She runs her hand up and down my shaft, and when I jerk, she pauses. “Poor Wynter is too innocent,” she adds, and I grab her wrist at the mention of her. Leonie gasps as I haul her closer.
“Wynter?” I repeat, shocking myself, but I have to know what she means.
“She went on a date with Lenny, and he almost hurt her,” she whispers. “He made threats to hurt us both.” My heart hammers hard in my chest, and Leonie smiles. “You like her,” she states. I release her, and she stumbles back, rubbing her wrist. “There’s no way to stop him, Wrath. I think I’ve just made things worse.”
The door opens, and Lenny appears. “Martha wants you in the kitchen,” he tells Leonie, and she grabs her shirt, pulling it on as she leaves.
His eyes linger on me before he laughs and leaves. I’ll wipe that smile off his smug face.
CHAPTER NINE
WYNTER
Isit at the table wondering why Leonie and I have been summoned by Martha. Inside, I’m panicking. If she asks me about last night, I might crumble because I’ve been tearful all day wondering what Lenny planned to do to me. I have vague memories of him lying over me, and I know I told him to stop. If it hadn’t been for Leonie . . .
Martha’s kept me in the kitchen all day, which was a relief because it meant Lenny couldn’t corner me.
“I know,” she begins, and I exchange a wary look with Leonie.
