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“That’s it, princess … fight me,” he barks, pulling down his pants and fisting his dick. I squeeze my eyes shut again. One eye is swollen already. I try and squeeze my legs together, but he forces them open with his legs. When he shoves into me, I scream.
His painful assault continues as he forces himself inside me over and over. My mind borders on the present and dissociation. When he flips me, pulling my ass in the air and slamming back into me, I yank on the handcuffs. I can feel the warm blood dripping down my wrist. My face is against the mattress, I’m almost catatonic as I try and focus on the feel of the handcuffs. I don’t even flinch as Joe slaps my ass.
When he pulls out and comes on my back, I close my eyes in relief. His fingers start to rub through his cum. “Your ass is so beautiful,” he says, moving his cum-covered fingers to the pucker of my ass.
My mind slams back to the present. “No!” I scream, trying to wiggle my ass out of his grasp. But his hold on me only tightens.
“This ass is mine, Addison.”
One finger slams inside of me. The pain coils up my spine as the screams come out of my mouth involuntarily.
“Scream my name, Addison. Scream who fucking owns this body.”
“Fuck you!”
He slams another finger in, doubling the pain. “Scream my name, Addison, or next it’s my dick.”
It’s in that moment that my hope dies. Everything in me breaks. “JOE!” I scream.
“Where the fuck can she be?” I scrub my hands over my scruffy face. I haven’t shaved in days. It’s been nine days since Addison was kidnapped, and we haven’t a clue where she is. Max’s guy, Stone, was able to find some chatter in the black web that she’s being held somewhere in the south.
But that’s it.
Travis said he’d tell us anything he knew or found out. We haven’t heard a peep from him, either.
I’m exhausted. Lying back on the couch, I stare at the ceiling. Between physical therapy and trying to find Addison, I haven’t had much time to sleep. And when I do, her screams fill my head. So yeah, screw sleep.
We set up base camp at my apartment. I think Max and Damon did it just so they could watch over me and make sure I made it to all my doctor appointments. Since my lung decided to start working on its own, I’ve been working my ass off in physical therapy. Anger from not being able to find her has fueled my need to push myself.
“You need sleep, Aiden,” Ryan says, hovering over me.
“Fuck you,” I mumble. “I’ll sleep when I know Addison is safe.”
“Well then, sit the hell up and let other people have a place to sit.” He hits my legs off the couch. I curse him under my breath, but manage to sit up. He and Jax sit on either side of me.
I look around at the guys sitting around me. Ryker, Jaxon, Damon, Max, and Ryan. My five best friends who are all close enough to be brothers. I met all of them except Max and Damon during our first year of college. Max has been my best friend since I was little. Damon joined our group back in our days at Quantico. Our personalities couldn’t be more different, but we all share a common interest in law enforcement. Even though we took different paths after college, everyone here knows the odds of finding someone the longer they are gone—they’re not good.
I’m going out of my mind. Every second that she’s gone is a second that I hate myself more. I failed her. I try not to go down that rabbit hole of thinking what’s happening to her, but it’s like a magnet pulling me down there. Max tries to keep me busy, keep me focused so I don’t go there … but it still happens.
That’s why the guys are here. They’re on Aiden duty. I’m being fucking babysat. If I weren’t still weak and tired, I would kick Max’s ass for setting this up.
I don’t need a babysitter. I just need to find Addison!
My body won’t let go.
Just let me die.
My body hurts. Everywhere.
It hurts to exist. It hurts to fight.
The roughness from the bare mattress burns my cheek, but I’m too weak to change positions. I lie flat on my stomach, naked and bruised. I slowly blink and look toward the door where plates are piling up with rotten food. I can finally see out of both eyes. One was swollen shut from getting punched. I wouldn’t be surprised if my nose was broken; I’ve given up trying to breathe through it. My stomach turns just thinking about eating or drinking.
I’m afraid. Afraid that I’ll wake up again after being drugged. Afraid he’ll come back like he promised. I’d rather die than touch the food or drink they give me. The rattling of keys in the door when my food is dropped off sends a bolt of fear through me. Every. Time.
Hope of being rescued dwindles every second that I’m here. I have no idea how long I’ve been down here. Maybe two weeks, guessing from the amount of plates on the dirty floor. Since Joe, though, no one has said anything to me.
My mouth is open as I breathe in and out slowly. The air is humid tonight. Sweat runs down my back. The moon must be full because it’s casting a glow in my dark dungeon through the small window. Dust particles float in the light. I watch them dance around the room and wonder if they feel as trapped as I do?
