I don’t know why I’m not in one. Instead, I’m in an open corridor—maybe.
A heavy clank of metal jolts me.
Footsteps.
The door swings open.
“Ahh, you’re awake,” Marcus sneers at me.
If he’s expecting me to be shocked that it’s him, he doesn’t show it. Just strides in, confident as ever. Though, there’s something else behind that mask—anger? Fear? I don’t know.
I say nothing.
He sighs as he moves, stepping toward me until his boots stop just in front of where I’m chained to the floor.
“You kill three of my best friends. You ruin our business. And you think you can just get away with that?”
I can’t help it.
I laugh.
“Are you stupid?”
He rears back as if I’ve slapped him.
“Yourapedme,” I hiss. “And you thought you could just get away with it?”
He scoffs. “Rape? You fucking wanted it.”
Is he delusional?
“I was drugged! I couldn’t even fucking move!”
He rolls his eyes. “And that time you bounced on my cock like the little slut you are?”
My mouth gapes open.
“You held me at gun point.” I’m almost shouting now—or I would be if my throat wasn’t so dry. “You held a knifeto my throat youimbecille23. Are you really this dense or just pretending to be obtuse?”
The pain comes before I register his hand lashing out, his palm connecting with my cheek.
Tears burn behind my eyes, but I force them back. “What’s your plan, Marcus? Enzo will come for me.”
He grins.
“Oh, I know. I hope he does. Then I’m going to kill him in front of you—let you watch as the life slowly drains from his eyes.” He smirks at me. “But first—I want him to watch you beg for my cock. Let him watch me fuck all your holes while he’s helpless. Only then will I end his pathetic life.”
“You’re insane.”
His laugh is maniacal.
He doesn’t engage further, just turns and walks out, the door banging shut behind him.
I need to get out of here.
When he comes back in, it’s possible I can overpower him with the element of surprise. But I need to get this cuff off me first.
My eyes dart around the space, cataloging.
