Sending tears toward my eyes as pain ricocheted throughout my skull.
“Please, don’t do this,” I said with a soft whimper.
“My, my,” Trooper said as he yanked me up by my hair, which seemed to be a signature move for him at that point, “you really are a fighter. What ever did I do to deserve such a prize?”
“I am no one’s prize. You will never--.”
“Whoopsie-daisy,” he said as he scooped his arms beneath my body and tossed me back toward the bed, “must’ve slipped.”
As I crashed back down onto the bed, the pain my nose kept sending throughout my entire body rooted me to my place. The jangling of chains and the feeling of leather tightening against my skin infiltrated my ankles and knees as I gazed up at a waving ceiling. It undulated side to side, as if water were penetrating its surface. And even though tears kept rising to my eyes—tears of pain, and fear, and anger—I refused to cry them any longer.
Not in front of cowards like Trooper.
“Leave some for the rest of us, will you?” Dutch called down the stairs.
Trooper chuckled before he called back. “Can’t promise anything, Dee!”
My lower lip quivered slightly before I tucked it over my teeth. No weakness. No mercy. No fear.
I wouldn’t give them a damn bit of what they wanted.
“Just kill me already, if that’s what the endgame is,” I spat.
I tugged at the restraints as my tears grew hotter, but I forced myself to stop moving. Trooper stood at the foot of the bed, his shadow moving around and up my right side before he stood over me, his gaze playful and foreboding.
Any man who got some sort of sick joy out of what was happening wasn’t a man to be fucked with.
I watched him unsheathe his knife before thethwipof the blade made me swallow hard.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” he said as he ran his knife alongside his smooth jawline, “I love a good struggle.”
I hocked the biggest motherfucking loogie on the face of the planet, just like Gordon hated, and spat it right at his face. I watched it cling to his nose, splattering across his cheeks so much that he had to close his eyes. And as he closed his gaze to wipe his face, I started tugging furiously at the restraints. Jiggling around, and tossing my arms and legs, hoping to find a weak joint that snapped those motherfuckers right out from beneath the bed.
But, as he wiped his face off and his eyes opened, I stopped my fight.
I wouldn’t give him a damn bit of what he wished.
“It really is cute, you know, how you try your best to show us how strong you are,” Trooper said with a grin on his face.
I snarled up at him. “I hope you choke on your own shit one of these days.”
He walked down to my hips before placing his knife along the underside of my jeans. “I’m more of a knife play kind of guy, to be honest.”
I gasped when he slipped the knife underneath the fabric of my jeans. Right at my ankle, where the cool touch of the metal graced the angry heat of my skin. My jaw clacked together, my teeth chattering as if a cold spell had just dawned upon us, and as he ran the knife along the inside of my leg, my jeans gave way as if they were nothing but butter.
He carved those pants off me, until one single rip from his hands exposed my entire lower body.
I knew what was coming, and I knew I was helpless to stop it.
“I’ll never consent,” I said, my voice frogging out from the effort to keep from crying out in sheer fear.
He moved like lightening, swift and agile, holding his knife up to my throat. I lifted my head, extending my neck as far as I could in the hopes that he wouldn’t gut me where I laid. I squeezed my eyes closed. I curled my toes, waiting for the inevitable.
Then, I felt his hand cup my clothed pussy.
“You don’t have to, Naomi,” Trooper purred as he traced my neck with the flat side of his knife, “your body already has. I mean, just look at how eager your hips are.”
I shook my head softly. “Mm-mm.”
