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I twisted my hips from side to side, trying to get him off of me.
“Just like all the younger ones.” He laughed into my ear.
Those words made me sick, my head lolling to the side to let the sour taste out.
A giant fist punched into my stomach. “Get it all out,” he told me, laughing louder.
Some of the men in the room joined in, all hysterically fond of my trauma.
A big hand pushed down on my ribs, preventing any more movements unless I wanted them broken.
He held me still, his hips wildly moving as he rutted inside me like an animal needing to breed, causing rips and tears.
“You’re vile,” I whispered, catching my breath through a pitiful sob. “You’re all vile.” I eyed each man in the room, half of them already stroking themselves through cheap suits, panting. Their faces, some too innocent-looking, etched themselves into my mind, promising to stay there forever where they could haunt me.
Cedric returned, standing at the end of the line, laughing and talking with some of the men as he waved a needle in his hand.
I hated him.
I hated this thing on top of me, causing my tears to make their way into my already wet hair.
“You haven’t lived through trauma yet, sweetheart. You better pray you don’t end up with me. The Decoy’s Slut will only ever know pain if that happens.”
I sobbed again, my sniffles from my nose grating on his nerves. “I—”
“Shut the fuck up. You speak when you’re told.” He punched me again, his big fist colliding with my jaw, making me dizzy.
I couldn’t fight anymore, my whole body feeling too heavy and limp, losing all feeling as he continued to brutally fuck me.
A spider moved around the far wall. The creature would have terrified me if it was the only creature in here.
But it was the least frightening living thing. I focused on it—eight black legs roaming over pink walls.
I sang a song that would take me away.
“She has this strength that cannot break, a thousand blows and more to take, and yet here she is still standing. My perfect girl wrapped in the scent of a summer breeze, with memories that bring me to my knees, bringing me down as I kiss her feet and plead, darling, don’t give up for me...”
Rothbart didn’t like the song—clearly, he’s not a Remington Cole fan.
Another blow caught my face, pain shooting around my temple. Everything went dark. Everything went silent, but not before I heard Cedric say…
“Fuck, now you guys can have some real fun.”
Chapter 59
Remi
Cedric sat at his fancy new table that didn’t fit in with the cobwebs and dust in each corner of the kitchen or any of the outdated cabinets. I shut the back door, closing out the pollen and whatever else was aggravating my allergies. He didn’t turn to greet me.
I blinked at the sight of him as I stepped into his view. His head angled up to me as I sniffled, that skinny neck craning. An animated smile pushed his cheeks so high that his eyes disappeared on his face.
I hated it.
I hated how, in my mind, he still looked that way when he started talking. “What are you doing here?”
Fuck, I need to stop drinking. Sleep off the weed and LSD.
I had intentions of avoiding all that shit now that I was back stateside. Cat had requests I tried to grant whenever I was around her.
