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My pulse pounded in my throat as the edges of my vision began to darken.

“Go ahead,” she told him.

He lowered his head.

His calloused hand tightened around me, his firm grip bordering on pain. He grinned up at me before his teeth grazed sensitive skin. Fuck. One wrong move and he could do serious damage.

I jerked against the cuffs. Metal tore at the raw skin around my wrists, and the restraints at my ankles kept my legs locked against the chair. There was nowhere to move and no way to stop what she’d ordered.

Bile rose into my throat.

She stepped closer. “Look at me.”

I refused.

Pedro knew exactly how to force a response from me. That only made the violation worse. My nerves reacted without asking what I wanted, while my mind recoiled from every second of it.

I refused to show fear, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to obey.

I held on to that truth while Isabeast and Pedro tried to rewire my mind.

“See?” she said. “Your body enjoys this attention, so relax and accept it.”

Diego made a low sound from somewhere to my right, as though watching had become more than entertainment.

My hands closed into fists behind the chair.

Isabeast caught my chin and tried to turn my face toward her. “All you have to do is look at me. Give me that, and perhaps I’ll be generous.”

I twisted my head away and found the stain beside the drain again.

Her nails dug into my jaw.

“Pedro,” she said. “Show him how to properly suck a man’s dick.”

The assault intensified as his mouth closed over me and together with his hand worked in rhythm up and down my dick. A drip of spit rolled down my balls.

My heart hammered against my battered ribs. Every breath came faster, and the instinct to fight surged through me. I pulled against the restraints until the chair shifted and the cuffs cut deeper.

Pedro only sucked and stroked me faster.

Isabeast smiled. “There’s that panic. You’ve hidden it so well.”

I shut out her voice and focused on escape and how Mouse needed me to help her. Anything to cut me off from the reality of what was happening.

Mouse would hear enough to understand what was going on. I couldn’t hide all the panic or every sound they dragged from me. What I could deny Isabeast was the one thing she wanted most.

Submission.

Mouse had taken a mortal risk because she believed I might be strong enough to get us both out. I needed her on my side. I needed her to trust that pain and humiliation would not make me hand her back to the monsters in this compound.

So I kept my eyes on the floor.

Isabeast’s hand closed around my throat.

The pressure started slowly, almost gently, then tightened until my next breath stalled halfway in.

My pulse pounded beneath her fingers.