I refuse, so he presses Clara against me with more force, prying my lips open with her opening. I taste her, but not intentionally, and it triggers the bile in my stomach. Unfortunately, my cock swells, completely disconnected from my brain.
“There you go! That’s fucking right! Show her a good time!” Neither of us is having a good fucking time, though the part in my pants doesn’t seem to fucking understand that.
When I’m straining in my sweats enough to please Ramirez, he pulls me away from Clara and stands, forcing me to follow. For a moment, I can breathe normally, settling my stomach. It only lasts a moment, though, and then I look at her.
Clara had been quiet for a while. I assumed it was because of Hannidy’s remark about her losing her voice. She’s stubborn. She has been for as long as I’ve known her. And I know it wasn’t that long, but it was potent—her pride. I had hoped her silence was a result of that.
It isn’t.
Hannidy has his dick shoved down her throat while she remains still, body tied to the chair, stuck in a bent position. There’s a sort of relaxation to her muscles as if she’s given up the fight.
“I thought you were dead.”
“I am.”
That’s what she meant.
I can see it now. Something in her has died. There’s a crack somewhere in my chest that spreads across the rest of my sternum when Ramirez snaps, “Now, fuck her.”
Hannidy pops himself free to second that command, and Culver sits back to watch, his tiny, fat dick already in his hands.
Any relaxation in her muscles vanishes instantly, replaced with tension that coils up and down her back. She turns to look at me over her shoulder, pleading and resignation flashing in her eyes all at once.
“Go,” Ramirez orders, shoving me back toward Clara. The bile that had settled previously roars back to life, threatening to spill out of my raw, strangled throat.
There are so many things that rapidly speed through my mind, but all I can choke out is, “No.” No, I’m not. I-I won’t. “No.”
“No?” he laughs, sharing a look with his fellow guards. “What makes you think you have a fucking choice?” The rhetorical question is asked with harsh severity in his glare, and a gun pointed at my face.
“Cade,” Clara whispers, worry entering her wide-eyed stare and tone. I barely spare her a glance, my glare fixed solely on him.
“No. I’m not going to fucking touch her.”
“Oh, yeah?” The taunt ends with a bullet. It only skims my outer leg, but it takes pieces of my sweats and flesh with it. And it hurts like fucking hell.
“Fuck!” I go down on my knee, my hand pressing against the bleeding gash.
“You better get that dick back up and fuck her, or I’ll make the next one count.”
“My dick’s not going to do anything now, you dumb fuck! You fucking shot me!”
Racing to get into my face, Ramirez presses the barrel between my eyes. “And I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t get up and fuck her!”
I test his word, and he loads another bullet, snickering, “Try me.” His finger twitches, itching to blow my brains out. There’s an eagerness sparkling in his eyes that makes me forget the incessant throbbing in my leg and take him seriously. “I’m not fucking her.”
Ramirez pauses, a flicker in his glare before a smile takes over. “Fine.” The gun moves from my eyes to Clara’s, who immediately cowers and begs for her life.
“Fuck him. I want to see you squirting on his cock, you little bitch. Understand?”
A heavy stream of tears falls from her eyes, but she nods in agreement, waiting to be untied.
“No!” I shout, but Culver and Hannidy throw me back onto the ground, kneeling to keep me pinned, while Clara slowly straightens and makes her way toward me. She avoids my eyes as one of the guards shoves their gun against my throat, the thick metal acting as a bar to keep me still.
“Clara!”
“It’s okay,” she cries, tears fully swelling her entire face as she pulls my pants down past my knees.
I grew up watching the men in my life put their hands on the women around them. I swore I’d never turn out like them. I’d rather cut my hands off than use them to hurt a woman, but I threaten to kick Clara now, to send her flying into the wall, as far away from me as possible, so she can’t follow through.
