Page 93 of One Taste of Angel


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“Wise choice.”

I stand helplessly as he unties my hands and then brings them to my front.

“Fold your hands over your stomach,” he commands.

I do.

The handcuffs are snapped into place and I await his next order.

“Scream all you want,” he offers. “No one will hear you. You get two meals a day. If you need anything, bang the bucket on the floor. Someone will hear you, eventually.”

I watch as he starts to walk away, but then he turns around and eyes me like a ravenous dog would.

It makes me so sick I want to vomit.

He comes at me then, tearing my T-shirt off, revealing the sexy lace bra I’d hoped to seduce Eagle with.

“Fuck!” He stares at my breasts and licks his lips. “Tito didn’t lie.”

All I can do is close my eyes and try to maintain control as he paws my stomach and squeezes my breasts together. When he licks my neck, and tries to unfasten my bra, I can’t take any more and kick him in the shin.

Expecting a slap, I brace for the violence. It never comes. Instead, he grins and backs off. “I like ’em feisty,” he says as he leaves the room and slams the door shut.

I count to thirty before I allow myself to sink to the ground and weep. I yank the gag off eventually, giving voice to my sobs.

If I don’t tell Bear who I am, he’s going to rape me.