I hope so, on both accounts, because I don’t want this to define me.
“I wasn’t into it,” I rush to explain. “I swear. But it’s a powerful stimulation, and I couldn’t stop my body from reacting.” Shame washes over me, threatening to drown me.
Ash threads her fingers in mine. “Just because your body reacted naturally does not mean you wanted it or liked it. It wasn’t consensual, and that bitch had no right to touch you. I understand, Chad. You don’t need to explain it.”
Behind us, Jase is going to town on the bitch, and I only wish I had the strength to join him.
“Do you think you can stand?” Ash asks.
“Help me up.”
Jase comes back over, and together they help me to stand.
Ash guides us to the woman’s side, glaring at her. She has gouge marks down her cheeks and across her chest, and bruising is already appearing around her ribs and on her arms. One eye is swollen from Ash’s fist, and there’s a small cut on her lip. I bet when she wakes she still won’t feel half of the pain I’ve felt at her depraved hands.
“Piss on her,” Ash says, her gaze darting between Jase and me. “Piss all over the bitch. It’s nothing less than she deserves.”
Jase grins as he lowers his zipper. Ash moves me to the left a little, angling my hips so my erect dick is pointing right at her. Then we let go, relieving ourselves all over her. Ash barks out a laugh, and there’s a wicked glint in her eye. Jase and I share a look, and I swallow heavily over the lump in my throat.
Jase holds me upright when we’re done as Ash moves to the door. She opens it a smidgeon, talking in hushed voices to whomever is outside.
“No one is to know how you found me,” I say in a low tone, averting my eyes in embarrassment as Jase supports me while I hobble back to the couch.
“You can trust Ash and I to keep it to ourselves.” Strain is clear in his eyes as he looks at me. “You have nothing to be ashamed about, Chad. If you want to talk about it, I’m here for you.”
Yeah, no. I won’t be telling anyone the shit that bitch put me through. I flop down on the couch. “You came through for me. That’s all I need. Thanks, man.”
“I’m sorry we didn’t get here sooner,” he adds as Ash closes the door and walks toward me, carrying a bundle of clothes in her arms.
“These should fit.” She sets socks, boxers, gray sweats, and a black hoodie down on the couch beside me. Ash and Jase help me to get dressed, which is a slow, awkward, embarrassing process.
There’s a rap on the door just as I’m dressed.
“Guys. We need to go.”
Ash rushes over to the door, pulling it open, revealing Balthazar Stewart. His eyes dart over her head to mine. “Good to see you, man. It’s time to bounce.”
“Did you get the others out of their cages?” Ash asks, eyeballing him.
“We already talked about this. It’s too risky.”
She shakes her head. “We’re not leaving those men behind. I don’t give a fuck how risky it is.”
“I know how you feel,” Jase says, “but Chad is our priority. That and getting in and out without drawing attention to ourselves.” He lifts his gaze to his brother. “Is everything cleaned up?”
“We took care of all the guards and wiped any and all trace evidence. I’ll sweep this room before we go.”
“I’m with Ash.” I stand on wobbly legs, clutching Jase’s arm before I face-plant the ground. “We can’t leave them here with this bitch. She’ll kill them all. She was going to kill me.” She wouldn’t have spilled her guts to me if she thought I was ever getting out of here.
“We’re taking them with us.” Ash levels a stern look at the Stewart brothers, daring them to challenge her.
Baz shares a look with his brother.
“How can we pull this off?” Jase asks.
“I asked Knight to procure a van. I trust him to come through for us. It should be waiting beside our ride,” Ash says. “We need to move fast if we’re to get them all out in time.”
Does she mean Knight Carter? She must. It’s not a common name. I was told he’s the bitch’s son. I’m confused as to why he’s helping, but now isn’t the time to start questioning my friends. I trust them.
