I threw up.
* * *
There were two worlds.
The one where I’d existed only moments ago—intact, whole, afraid but complete.
And now, this new one. The one where I shook with excruciating pain...was in pieces...destroyed.
A delayed scream fell from my lips as I cradled my shattered forearm.
I screamed
and screamed
andscreamed.
It hurt.
God, how it hurt.
I’d broken pieces of myself in the past. How could I not living a life with vertigo? But I’d never felt it coming. Never seen the pain unfolding. Never heard the agony delivered.
I moaned, battling wave after wave of deep throbbing pain.
Please...make it stop!
Gentle arms cradled me, embracing me, fingers wiping tears from my cheeks. “Told you it would hurt,” Cut murmured.
I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t breathe around him. I couldn’t stay alive in a world where he existed.
No!
Shying away from his touch, I bit my lip hard enough to bleed. My intact fingers wrapped around my broken arm, soothing the burn, wanting to erase the damage. The flesh turned red and swollen, bloating with pain. It wasn’t disfigured or deformed but the hot swell hinted he’d done the damage he’d intended.
He broke it.
He hurt me.
He did this!
Noises clanked beside me.
I didn’t look. I let my hair curtain the outside terrors. I didn’t glance at Jethro. I didn’t blink. I didn’t care.
All I cared about was nursing my battered body and surfing the tsunami of suffering.
Time ticked onward, dragging me further into this new world where I hugged a broken limb. He broke me. He struck me. And all for what? So he could use the wound as a suitcase for his disgusting diamonds.
“Give it to me, please.”
Cut’s voice cut through my horror.
I curled tighter around my injury. “Fuck you.” Tears shot to my eyes. Not again.Please, not again.I couldn’t handle that pain twice.
I should've agreed to the hand job. I should’ve got on my knees and performed the blow-job he’d commanded. I should’ve let him fuck me—even if it meant Jethro would forever remember my willingness to be raped.
That was what Cut whispered, what he’d promised. He’d vowed I would enjoy it. That if I gladly made him hard, if I obediently removed my clothing and spread my legs, he would make me come, moan, beg for more.
