My stomach twisted violently.
His gaze dropped.
Dragged slowly over my body.
Revulsion crawled up my spine.
“Undress,” he repeated, voice low and lethal.
“Lie down on that fucking bed.”
He jerked his chin at the thin, stained mattress shoved in the corner.
“And let me have my way with you.”
The words dropped like stones.
“You’d do well to spread your legs and let me fuck you like the cheap slut you are — every time I walk through that door.”
Something inside me went completely still.
“Never.”
The word came out calm.
“That’s never going to happen.”
For a second, he just stared at me.
Then he barked a sharp and ugly laugh.
“Elena, I’m not repeating myself,” he growled. “My patience is wearing real fucking thin. Lie the fuck down — now!”
His finger jabbed toward the bed again.
Harder this time.
More aggressive.
“No,” I said again, shaking my head slightly. “If you’ve got blue balls, go fuck a whore.”
Silence dropped.
Heavy. Dangerous.
His eyes narrowed to slits.
“I see you want it the hard way,” he snarled. “Fine. For being a defiant little bitch, trust me — when I’m finished fucking you raw, I’ll let the guards line up and take turns on you.”
“Guards!” he bellowed, voice booming against the concrete walls.
The sound snapped something into motion.
I moved.
Fast.
Three strides.
