“Aren’t you going to say something?”
“When are you going to have it removed?”
I frown. “Removed?”
“Yeah. You’re not expecting me to accept that, right?”
“You put your dick inside me,” I growl.
“You told me to fuck you,” he retorts. “After you strung me from the ceiling like some plaything.”
Kinks don’t matter now. “We’re equally responsible for this.”
“And?” He shrugs. “Take it out.”
Rage boils up deep in my body. “You’re pissing me off, Sam.”
He grinds his teeth. “Sunny. I’m not motherfucking kidding. Go get an abortion. Today.”
“Fuck you, you don’t get to make demands,” I retort, and I get up and walk toward the door. “Never fucking mind. I’m out of here.”
He stops me from exiting. “No. You’re not leaving until you promise me you’ll take care of it.”
“Fuck that,” I retort.
Suddenly, he pulls out a knife and holds it to my belly.
“I’m not fucking joking around, Sunny. I can’t have this. Not with what’s at stake.”
“Have you lost your fucking mind? Over a goddamn coke joint?”
He slams his hand in front of my mouth and pushes me back toward the bed. “Don’t. You don’t know these people, and you don’t know what you’re messing with.”
The door slams open, and the two guards who were at the front door burst inside. “She’s causing trouble, isn’t she?” One of them points a gun at my face.
“Don’t let her fucking run away,” Sam growls. “Tie her up.”
“What?!” I gasp, fighting him off. “Get your fucking hands off me!”
The two guards attack me and pin me to the bed, and I fight them off as best I can, but one of them has already tied a rope around each of my wrists and bound me to the bed. I bite one of them in the arm until my teeth leave a mark.
“This chick is insane,” the guard cries, pulling back. “You’re on your own, dude.”
“But the boss,” Sam mutters.
“Don’t care. Fix this yourself,” the other guard says, walking out on us.
“Let me fucking go, or I swear to God, I will kill you, Sam,” I roar.
He frantically searches in a drawer, and it feels ominous as fuck.
I have to free myself, quick.
I jerk the ropes and bite on the edges, but the knot is tied too securely. Fuck.
He returns with a syringe, and my eyes widen.
“What the fuck are you doing, Sam?!”
