He grips my wrist and pulls me to my feet before tossing me onto the coffee table. My back meets the wood, and a book skids off behind me.
And Ty grips my pajama bottoms and pulls at them.
“No—”
Gable is shouting.
Motor is barking.
The men are laughing.
Now, I scream.
I fight.
I kick.
I slap.
“That’s my girl.” Ty laughs as he yanks down my bottoms and throws them aside, leaving me in just my pajama top and panties. He seizes my ankles and yanks my legs open, and I slap his face over and over, my heart a violent beat, my tears gone. “Hold her.”
Hands on my wrists.
Knees between my thighs.
A belt unbuckling.
Panic. Such sharp, violent panic surges through me. Do I fight and risk dying? Do I lie still and drift away from myself?
Ty turns my head, pressing my cheek into the coffee table. I can see Gable fighting, pulling at hisrestraints, shouting, threatening. He looks so desperate, so angry, so afraid. He meets my eye, and I stare at him.
I hope he can read my expression. I hope he knows what I’m saying to him.
It’s okay. I’m okay.
“He’s going to watch,” Ty whispers in my ear. He kisses my cheek, and I feel him grip my underwear. “Let’s take these off, shall we?”
The doorbell rings.
Chapter 40
Gable
The only sound that follows the doorbell is Motor barking.
My heart is beating so damn fast it’s like a drum in my brain, my blood rushing as I stare at Ella on the coffee table, legs bare, face pale and covered in blood.
The cuffs are biting into my skin, but the pipe I’m chained to hasn’t budged an inch. I’m on my knees, my muscles burning from trying to free myself. But I’m fucking stuck in place.
My gaze darts from Ella to the door.
The doorbell rings again.
Ty stands, his belt still unbuckled. The belt I’ll fucking kill him with.
“Well, answer it,” he snaps at one of his men.
The man nods and goes to the door, opening it. I can’t see who is on the other side, but I hear a woman’s voice, one familiar and sweet.
