Logan is shouting now. At Dom. At everyone. “Trace it!”
“I’m trying!”
“Find them!”
The man on-screen looks back toward the camera. “See?” he says calmly. “Consequences.”
Olivia is sobbing now, but she’s trying to stop. Trying to pull herself back. Trying to survive even with Eli’s body on the floor and blood on her skin.
My Olivia. My girl. My fucking heart.
The masked man steps closer to her.
“No,” she whispers.
He turns his head toward the camera. “Auction’s still happening. Don’t make it harder.” Then the camera angle shifts. A hand reaches for the lens. Zooming in, focusing. The man’s hand runs lines along the length of her body. Touching what isn’t his. What’s mine. Pinching. Pulling. Feeling.
Mine.
He turns and walks back toward the camera grabbing something. “You know women accuse men of being slaves to their urges, but in reality they are worse.” He lifts his hand and he is holding what looks like a small vibrator.
No.
Olivia registers it and starts pleading, then quickly stops as his hands grips her throat.
“Don’t complain now, at least I’m prepping you. I could let them start without this and then you’ll rip like a piece of paper.” He leans down closer to the center of her legs and a buzzing sound fills the room.
Shadow and Joker flank me. I barely register it. My eyes unable to look away from her face. Fear. Shame. Sadness.
His hand descends. Her sobs fill the room. “See biker the funny thing is that she is crying, but soon she’ll be moaning. Unable to stop herself, to stop her body. I’m ready to hear how that sounds.” His eyes focus on the camera.
“Cobra,” Logan starts.
“No.” I shut it down. They will not take me out of the equation. These images may haunt me forever but they’ll also fuel me.
The man groans. “She’s getting close. I know you hear the small gasps, in between the manufactured cries.”
My hands grip the desk.
Olivia groans, a sound I know well enough now and I pick up whatever is in reach on the desk and throw it across the room.
She’s crying now. Still unable to move. To cover herself. To escape. She orgasms while breaking into a million pieces at the same time.
The man goes back to her face, “you’re welcome pet. Now, comes the unpleasantries. The men will need to break you in, make sure you’re compliant and ready for the auction.” He leans down his mouth biting into her neck.
The last thing I see is Olivia’s face turning toward the screen, eyes wide and wet and terrified.
Then the feed cuts.
Black.
For one second, nobody moves.
Then I do. The desk goes over first. Not shoved. Flipped.Wood cracks against the wall, Dom’s laptop barely saved because he yanks it back just in time. Papers explode through the air. A lamp shatters. The chair hits the floor hard enough to split one leg. Sound comes back all at once.
Logan yelling.
Blaze cursing.
