Harrison’s nose crinkled in a snarl as he grabbed for her throat. Rebecca dodged him and then punched him in the stomach. He turned and swiped at her feet, sending her to the floor. She rolled, getting caught up in the thin lingerie. Harrison laughed as he gripped the material, ripping it. Rebeccakicked out, knocking him backward. He growled as she stood, untangling her legs from the material.
He nodded behind him, and Rebecca turned to see Jim stalking her. Determined to at least maim Harrison, she reared back and swung with all her might, hitting him in the jaw. Jim’s arms wrapped around her waist. She let her weight fall. He let go long enough for her to elbow him in the ribs. When he bent to hold his side, she socked him in the eye, making him grunt and stumble backward.
Suddenly, she got jerked back by her long hair as Harisson wrapped it around his fist. When her head hit his chest, he smiled.
“You’ll pay for that,” he said, promising retribution. His hand went to her chest and ripped the garment down the front. Harrison grabbed one breast, twisted, and squeezed.
Rebecca refused to give him the satisfaction of crying out, swinging her fist into his dick. Harrison’s grip loosened as he coughed and held his balls.
“Stay away from me,” she seethed.
Jim grabbed her from behind, locking her arms behind her back. She reared her head back and busted his nose.
“Fucking, Bitch,” he spat.
“Get another man. It’s time Rebecca learns who she belongs to,” Harrison ordered, still trying to catch his breath.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Rebecca warned him. “You’re holding a federal agent. You know the penalties for this.”
“It’ll be worth it,” he gloated. “To see the fear in your eyes and I’ll take you down a peg.”
Another man joined Jim in the room. Feeling outnumbered, she kept her back to the wall as they approached her, leering.
“It’s no use, Rebecca. You chose the wrong side and now you’ll pay the price,” Harrison gleaned. “You’re one of the stipulations I made with them. I get first dibs,” he said coldly.
Stark fear ran down her neck as the men surrounded her, grabbing at her, pulling, and tugging on her. She heard the rip of what remained of her clothing and fought with all her might. They tied her hands and lifted them to the headboard. She kicked, refusing to give them an inch.
“Do you want me to sedate her?” Jim asked.
“No. I want her aware of everything,” Harrison growled, capturing her ankles. “Bring it here.”
Rebecca twisted and screamed her fury at him.
One of the men disappeared and returned moments later as she struggled against the other men holding her down. They pinched her skin, gripped her tightly, as Harrison sat on her legs, right below her thigh.
“Hold her tightly. This one will buck,” he ordered.
Then, she saw it. Harrison held a black, metal rod used for branding cattle. He placed it against the outside of her thigh, making her scream. The smell of burned skin filled the room as her scream pierced the air. Her thigh throbbed and burned as he passed the rod to his buddy.
“Get out,” he commanded. “She’s mine first.” Harrison swiped at his mouth as if salivating at what he planned to do.
“No, no,” she screamed, attempting to fight the inevitable. Harrison grinned as he leaned over her, gripping her breasts.
“Don’t make me gag you,” he said.
Rebecca spit in his face. Harrison slapped her, sending her head reeling. Her body went numb as he positioned himself over her. He grunted as he entered her, enjoying his conquest. It didn’t matter. Rebecca no longer existed in the room with him. Her mind floated elsewhere to Texas where the love of her life lived.
Julio grimaced as he watched the traffic below on the tiny balcony of her New York apartment.
“How can you listen to this all day and night? Don’t you miss the fresh air, the sound of peace and quiet? Not to mention there’s a man walking practically naked across the street and nobody seems bothered by it.”
Rebecca grinned as she finished packing her bag to fly to Texas for a long weekend with him.
“You get used to it.”
Harrison slapped her, jolting her from the memory. “Stay with me, bitch,” he grunted as he leered at her. She stared through him, refusing to cry and give him the satisfaction.
Julio pulled out a picture of a lovely two-story farmhouse with bright, colorful flowers in window boxes. “Can you imagine it? You can even pick the color.”
