The offer still stands, and I refuse to believe that this is the end for her.
Alexander’s eyes find mine across the room, and he groans with pleasure when he realizes I’m awake.
“Look who finally decided to join us,” he murmurs.
He shoves Katie away and comes for me. And I’m okay with that. I will do whatever he asks now. I will be his puppet.
His fingers brush over my cheek with reverence as he kneels in front of me.
“I couldn’t wait,” he says. “Time is up, Scarlett.”
“Do whatever you want with me,” I tell him. “But let her go. She has nothing to do with this.”
“You know I can’t do that,” he says.
There is no remorse in his voice. There never has been, so I don’t know why I thought I could find it now. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned about Alexander, it’s that there are other ways to get to him.
“You are disgusting,” I snarl. “It’s no wonder you have to fuck girls this way. You and that insignificant appendage you call a dick. Is that what pisses you off, Alex? You have to compensate for your lack of…”
His hand cracks across my face, whipping my head to the side. Once. Twice. And then a third time for good measure. He seizes a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, glaring into my face.
“Do you think I’m that stupid?” he asks. “Really, Tenly. Give me some credit. I’m a federal fucking agent, baby. You don’t get where I am being fooled by common street-whores like you.”
Katie sobs in the background and I need her to be quiet. I need Alexander to forget about her and focus on me.
“You can do whatever you want to me,” I tell him again. “I’m the one you want to punish. Admit it, Alex.”
His eyes flash and I think I’m getting somewhere, so I keep after it.
“Invite all the boys for a reunion,” I swallow. “It’ll be just like old times. That could be your way back in.”
He shoves my head back and rips into my tank top, exposing my breasts. My legs are already splayed across the chair, defenseless, when he pulls my pants down around my ankles.
I’m naked and exposed for him now. The urge to vomit is strong, but I force it down.
Katie is limp, sobbing, and I need her to fight.
I tell her to run while she has the chance.
She looks at me, and then at Alexander, and she stands on trembling legs. She runs for the door.
And she doesn’t make it.
Alexander tackles her to the floor and then forces her to her hands and knees while she cries silently.
“That was a piss poor effort if I ever saw one,” Alexander says.
He pushes himself inside of her from behind and grabs a fistful of her hair. He’s fucking her, but his eyes are on me. It’s like gasoline to his hostility.
It’s turning him on like nothing else can. Imagining that I’m her. Taking out his hate for me on Katie.
It only gets worse. His delusion enters a point of no return when he starts calling her Ten. Ten the whore. Ten the cunt. Ten the filthy slut.
Katie screams, and he muffles it with a hand over her mouth.
He’s getting off on the memory of that night. The way he smothered me into unconsciousness and left me for dead. He’s reliving the high with Katie.
The binds cut into my wrists and my heartbeat thrashes in my ear. The sounds are too much. The light hurts my eyes, and the chair is stabbing into my skin. I’m hyperaware of every thrust. Overstimulated and under-oxygenated.
