"Turn up the lights," he yelled without releasing me from his cold, penetrating glare.
Instantly, the cell lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree. I squinted as I adjusted to the overwhelming brightness.
I stole a look at Becca. She was still unconscious.
Jesus, I hope they didn't overdose her.
I didn't know what to do with myself as he continued gawking at me. I felt extremely uncomfortable.
His gaze burned a hole in my gut, sending tremors through my shivering body.
"Remove your clothes."
Oh God! I can't catch a fucking break.
I swallowed down the lump in my throat. I can’t believe I was dealing with another screwed-up situation that found its way into my weird life.
I don’t know if I can handle any more of this shit. My hands were shaking as I stripped off my garments. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but his demeanor told me he wasn't someone to mess with.
Again, I wasn't dealing with Atlas. Even though he could be a dickhead, he was nevermeanto me. Just when we finally confessed our love for one another, this happens.
Honest to God. I couldn’t make this shit up.
I stood there, trembling as he circled, checking out my naked body. He stood before me with his hands behind his back and his legs parted.
"Lie on the mattress and spread your legs."
I felt the anger rise in my throat.
This fucker was pissing me off.
Didn't I go through the same bullshit recently?
I was petrified of him, but I hated being treated like a fucking object, and it was grinding my gears. I folded my arms across my chest and shook my head.
"No. I will not lie down while you inspect me like I'm a piece of merchandise." I felt my stomach knot up.
I didn't know if he was going to kill me or beat me, but I was still the same person, and I wasn't going to just allow him to do what he wanted without a fight.
Instantly, he grabbed me by my hair, wrapping it in his fist. He pulled my head back to meet his gaze. I felt the tears well up as he forced me to kneel before him.
The concrete was cold and hard against my knees. My head ached as he brutally yanked the loose tresses, bringing a cry from my lips. The evil gleam in his eyes told me he was serious, and the cold tone in his voice made my heart sink.
"I was warned by my men that you might be difficult."
He brought his face close to mine and sneered.
"I can promise you that shit doesn't work with me. I told you to do something, and you will follow the order. Get your fucking ass on that mattress and open your fucking legs. If you don't do as instructed, I will have ten of my guys come in here and violate every open crevice in your body."
He pulled me to my feet with his entangled fist. I yelped from the throbbing pain in my skull. His facewas about an inch away from mine. He looked to be of Mexican descent, with tan skin and dark hair.
His eyes were almost black, like his soul, but he did not have a pronounced accent. He released my hair and pushed me forward onto the grimy mattress.
"Get on your back and do as I said."
His voice was threatening and harsh. I swallowed the bile that was coming up from my stomach.
I lay down on the mattress and spread my thighs.
