Page 762 of Coal Hearts

No. Wait. Don’t—

It took all my willpower not to cry out.

Not to scream and shout and beg.

But I would never forgive myself if Peter was maimed because of me.

So I choked on all those words.

I gagged on all my screams.

With tears flowing the wrong way from being upside down, I sniffed and trembled as the man carried me somewhere, tossed me onto my feet, and wrenched the tight silver teddy that I’d worn every night since this torture began over my hips.

Baring me, he picked me up again, spread my legs, and made me kneel.

Tears poured down my cheeks as he arranged me over someone and pushed my shoulders down.

No.

Please.

Something hard and unequivocally male pressed against my core.

No.

Despair echoed in my bones, my blood.

Horror and panic howled in my lungs as an unseen man penetrated me against my wishes.

My head tipped forward as shock pushed me toward faintness.

Black spots and weakness.

I ran toward them.

If I passed out, I wouldn’t know.

I wouldn’t have to feel everything...endure anything.

Unlike the last time Victor raped me, the blinding hood ensured I watched far too closely. Not having my sight made all my other senses explode.

I felt the man’s heat.

I heard his gasped grunt.

Our skin touched; our bodies merged.

And I didn’t want it.

Stop—

But the man kept pushing me down, forcing me lower and lower—impaling me onto some Master’s erection. Gifting me to someone against my will. Against my knowledge. Against my very sanity.

My body pinched and pained at the invasion.

Not ready.

Not wet.