“Maybe we could make a deal,” he drawled. Withdrawing his fingers, he lifted his hips a little, enough that he could unzip and pull his length free. As far as penises were concerned, his was rather pathetic, small and thin, and she doubted he knew how to use it either.
“Not interested,” she spat out. This wouldn't be the first man to rape her, wouldn't even be the first dozen, between her father, his friends, foster families, and her first boyfriend, there had been sixteen men in total to touch her without her consent, and over that time, the fear of rape had dulled.
Dulled, but it wasn't something she would accept even if it spared her some physical pain or stole her freedom from her. Her body was not for sale.
Instead of getting mad at her, the man just laughed. “Can make it worth your while, pretty one. Pretty sure I'm going to be the best you’ve ever had. You could stay out here, make this little cave your home, and the others never have to know that I found you.”
Not only was it ludicrous to think he could hide her out there, or that she wouldn't find a way to escape, but that he thought he’d be the best she’d ever had was so ridiculous that she laughed before she could stop herself.
Of course, that infuriated him, and his fist connected with her temple hard enough that she saw stars, even as the pain passed quickly as it always did.
“You want to laugh at me, pretty one? Then choke on this.”
Without any more warning, he shoved his pathetically small penis into her mouth, right down her throat, where she did indeed choke on it.
Chapter
Six
January 21st
9:10 P.M.
Voodoo didn't even attempt to contain his rage as he stepped inside the cave and saw a man shoving his penis down Indigo’s throat.
Throwing himself at the man, before his body made contact, the most horrific shriek filled the air.
At first, he thought that the man had done something else to Indy, but when the shrieking continued, he realized that the sound must be coming from the man himself.
Still, it wasn't until he collided with the last remaining guard, knocking him sideways as they both crashed into the floor, that he understood what had happened.
Indigo had taken advantage of the fact that the idiot had stuck himself in her mouth by clamping down her teeth on his erection. Now he could see blood spilling onto the ground from the man beneath him, and the bottom tip of his penis was missing.
Behind him, Indigo made a spitting sound, and he had to assume that it was her spitting out that missing piece.
“Way to go, honey,” he cheered as he pressed a knee into the man’s groin, making him shriek all over again.
Healer though he may be, bloodlust was hot beneath his skin right now.
He wanted nothing more than to make this man suffer for what he’d done. Still, Voodoo clung to a thread of sanity and knew that while he’d killed all the guards in the immediate area, there were likely more out there somewhere, and screaming like that would attract them.
Pulling out the knife he’d just used to slaughter the men in the forest, he kept his knee shoved into the man’s ruined penis, then leaned down to reach into his mouth and cut off his tongue. The screams were immediately muffled, and Voodoo tossed the muscle to join the piece of penis on the floor of the cave.
“Your mother should have taught you how to respect women,” he snarled as the man squirmed vainly beneath him. His own parents might not have taken the time to teach him many things, but how to respect others had been one of the few.
As much as he wanted to take his time, make the man pay for what he’d done to Indigo, the anger inside him demanded to be let off its leash. Demanded blood be spilled, and quickly.
Since it was the only thing that would satiate his fury, Voodoo let his fists fly. They pummeled into the man, over and over again, not even registering when the muffled squawks stopped and the other man was no longer moving.
“I think he’s dead,” a soft voice whispered as a hand landed on his back.
For a second, his rage wanted to shift to this new person, continue to fight until nothing and no one was left around him.
But he also registered the voice, knew that she wasn't a threat, that she was the victim he was fighting for.
Curling his fingers into fists, he hoped he hadn't destroyed his chance of earning Indigo’s trust. Just because they were the same, that they’d both suffered and been forever altered by the same person, didn't mean she would blindly hand over her trust to a stranger.
“Sorry. Shouldn’t have left you alone,” he muttered, unable tomuster the courage to turn and face her when he was covered in another person’s blood, and he still didn't have one hundred percent control over his anger.
