Page 39 of The Devil of Hollywood

His free hand came out to point. “I said clothes off. If I have to tell you again, I’ll drop this tray and rip that dress off you, myself. Then you can eat this food off the floor. It’s what you deserve anyway.”

Again, I looked to the door. “Maybe if we get David⁠—”

The door opened and two men I’d never seen before entered. Both had darker skin, but where one had almost black eyes, the other guard’s were a pale blue. The contrast had my lips parting. Had I not been terrified at his menacing glare, I might have lingered on thinking how beautiful he was. It was the chair he was holding that stole every thought I had. The door opened a little more, and David limped slowly into the room. Bruising painted the side of his cheek and jaw, and one of his eyes was swollen shut. I went to step towards him, jolting to a stop at the pure malice oozing through his expression.

This was not the man I had won over with my mother’s expression. Any sway I might have had was gone, no doubt beaten from him, and probably because of me.

“David?”

He hobbled to the chair, easing to sit. His face drew in, and he cringed the slightest amount, but he never stopped glaring at me. The pure hatred had me swallowing hard past the need to run. I was right there. Right on the verge and might have given into it had a guard not been in my path to the door.

“Is that because—David, please⁠—”

Laughter. It came from the taller man holding the tray as he looked between the men.

“There’s just something about rich women that are… different. Wouldn’t you say so, Martin? Joel?” He gestured his head, first to the man with darker eyes, then the other, moving his gaze back to me. “What do you think it is? Is it her healthy, glowing skin? That pretty, long hair?”

Martin, the one with the dark eyes, shook his head. “Nothing clean or soft about her right now.”

I shifted on my feet, grabbing to hold the dress at my thighs.

The younger guard turned to the other. “What do you think, Joel? What sets this elite woman apart down here? Do you think she’s different than the others? God, I just can’t put my finger on what it could be.”

“She looks like any other slave to me.”

“Really?”

“She has a mouth to scream. Hair to pull. A cunt to fuck.” The guard’s head tilted, and his gaze narrowed. I stepped back as his distinctive stare tore from me to the taller guard holding my food. “Why is she still wearing clothes?”

The man with the freckles laughed, flicking his finger in the direction of the chair.

“She’s waiting for David to rescue her.” He paused. “David, would you like to save the rich damsel in distress… or do you want to fuck her first? You said she was real good and tight. Maybe you want another round.”

Panic had my eyes going back and forth. Another round?

David leaned back in the chair, unbuckling his belt and pulling it free from his pants. As he handed it to Joel, he began tugging at the button.

“Put this around her neck. If she fights, we fight.”

Joel was standing between me and the door. If I ran the other way, Martin would surely catch me before I made ground. Before I could even process the best route, color blurred. The tray fell in my peripheral and food went flying out as plastic bounced against the stone. The loud sound was like a gunshot, throwing me into motion as I lunged and tried racing for the door. Fingers scraped down my neck and arm, easily catching in my long hair to jerk me back. I screamed, feeling myself lifted as Joel spun me back towards the chair. I was placed down, and fingers pushed down the front of my dress, ripping it open to expose my chest. So many hands came out, groping and grabbing at me. Pinching pain flared through my breasts and ass. All three men’s hands were rough as they pushed their weight into me from all directions.

“Help! Someone help!

A loud scream tore from me. I swung and tried twisting in their grasp. Pressure came from all sides as they held me between them. My nails tore into Martin’s neck, and light flashed as his hand slapped into my already injured cheek.

Fingers forced their way inside of me from behind, and I went wild. It didn’t stop the leather from looping and wrapping around my throat. It tightened just as fast as it went on. The tall guard’s hand jerked back, and I went from having air to not breathing at all. The buckle pinched against my skin, and I tore against my own throat to try to wedge my finger under the leather to fight against the hold. Seconds passed. Longer.

“That’s it. Grab her legs and put her on me.”

The belt loosened, and I sucked in air, feeling myself lifted. More, I screamed, kicking out wildly as Joel and Martin picked me up from the back of my thighs, and the younger, tall guard held me under my arms. It didn’t matter how much I fought. Fingers dug in. Their power dominated mine, but I didn’t stop connecting with their faces. I even grasped some of the tall, young guard’s hair and ripped it out as he bent down to bite on my neck.

David grabbed my hips, leveling his cock at my entrance. I tried bucking. Twisting. I couldn’t get free.

“Fuck her hard. Teach her a lesson. Show her what happens when she doesn’t obey.”

David spit in his palm, stroking down his cock in quick motions. He gripped tightly around my waist, pulling me down every inch as I sobbed and screamed through the tearing pain. And the guards were encouraging it as they held my arms and used their weight as guidance to slam me even more forward. David buried himself in me, moaning and nearly crushing me with his hands as he began bouncing me down his cock.

“Stop!” I screamed as I continued to fight. “Stop! Help! Please!”