“Fucking listen to me!” His guttural scream rips through me. He grips my chin, forcing my eyes to his. “Sit here and do not move.”
A flurry of movement and flashing lights from the video flickering in the corner of my eye, snags my focus for a heartbeat, but he moves closer, his dick inches from my face. I keep my gaze fixed on Rune’s mouth, my heart pounding so hard I can barely breathe past it.
“Fucking watch,” he says, taking his dick in hand, wrapping it with the red material, stroking the length hard and slow. “We’re almost at the best part.”
My gaze fixes on the red silk he’s running over his dick, and an inkiness skitters over my skin. The material is faded. Torn. The delicate lace, nearly in shreds. It looks old. And dirty.
I grind my teeth, fighting the urge to vomit. He’s jerking off with old, dirty panties.
“I made this just for you,” he groans, gripping my hair and twisting my head toward the screen. “So you could see how perfect it was. How perfectly I executed my plan.”
Horror wraps around my throat as my focus lands on the USB drive stuck into the side of the laptop.
The one from his desk drawer.
The one under the hunting knife.
My fingers curl into a fist.
Bile burns my throat, Zane’s words ripping a hole in my chest.
Please tell me he didn’t record raping me.
Rune groans, his dick bobbing up and down inches from my face. I close my eyes and breathe through the fear. My fingers creep up along the bottom of the desk, toward the slightly open drawer.
“Turn up the volume,” he grates. “I want to hear her scream.”
I freeze, my fingers brushing along the cold handle of the drawer.
Her.
A tremble moves through my hand, horror traveling up my arm to my shoulders. I squeeze my eyes shut.
Did he hurt Delilah?
Tears stab my eyes. I keep them pressed closed, not wanting to know. Not wanting to see.
She would have told me, wouldn’t she?Did she lie, or is it some other girl Rune’s hurt?
He likes them young.
“Turn it up!” he screams. He shakes my head so hard my teeth rattle.
“Okay,” I breathe, choking on a sob.
Slowly, my body unfreezes, eyelids opening. I lock them on my trembling hand as my fingers trail along his desk, over the keyboard, and I hit the silver button, keeping my eyes on my hand so I don’t have to see a young girl being hurt the way I was.
From the laptop, a loud thudding sound, made tinny by the small speakers, hits my ears. Then harsh breathing.
Rune grips my head and snaps it back. I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Fucking look!”
Heat from his hard dick hits my cheek. Pre-cum mixes with my tears. The fabric of the underwear rubs my face, and I gag, trying my best to swallow down the terror. A faint whimper from the laptop makes my chest heave. I recognize the sound. It’s the anguished cry of defeat as your will and choice are taken.
“Please,” I beg, tears bursting free. “I don’t want to see.”
“Open your fucking eyes and look!”
