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“No!” I shout, feeling a sudden rush of anger, of disbelief.Thisis what they have in mind for me. “Don’t!”
My kidnapper’s hand stills, his fingertip resting lightly against the seam of my jeans that runs between my legs. “Don’t?” He licks his bottom lip as he adds more pressure against my clit, a crooked smile growing across his face. I don’t need to see all his features to know he’s beautiful beneath that mask, externally at least.
“You have no right,” I add, forcing myself to sound strong when everything else feels weak. He rubs me slowly, gently,expertly. His touch should have me screaming with disgust, and yet I remain impassive, shocked into submission.
“I have every right to do whatever the hell I want to you, Zero, same as my brothers. I can touch you, taste you, fuck you,punishyou. You. Are. Ours. You belong to The Masks.”
I flinch internally at every word, at the ferocity of his belief. The ownership.
I’m theirs. I belong to them. Something flares inside my chest. Something that makes no sense given the circumstances.
Itshocksme.
Everything about this situation is wrong, and yet... Even though Konrad’s touch is unwanted, uninvited, something disquieting happens as he adds more pressure. My clitpulses. It comes alive. For the briefest of moments, pleasure teases my senses. The feeling is fleeting, short-lived, but it cuts deeper than I ever expected it could. Ithurts. Enjoyment has no place in this situation. None.
“No!” I shout, more to myself and the feeling that his surprisingly gentle touch invokes. It forces more tears to the surface but I blink them away, rationalising that my reaction to his touch is an unwanted effect of the drug they’ve immobilised me with and nothing more.
“I’m not a fan of that word, Zero. It upsets me, and you really don’t want to see me upset.”
I swallow hard, my gaze flicking to Leon. Is he okay with this too? Can he truly allow this to happen?
“You’re seeking help fromme?” he asks, amusement in his tone whilst shaking his head.
“You’re beyond help now. Take what we give, and you’ll survive. Fight it, and you’ll perish...” Konrad says, pressing his finger harder against my clit, adding pressure to the throb that’s building.
“Perishing sounds delicious.Fightus. Do it!” Leon goads.
His taunt slashes at the tantalizing pleasure my body refuses to ignore and hurtles me into despair. These men are kidnappers, monsters, deviants. Yet my body acts instinctively, confused by the drug, this new sensation, and being touched so intimately. Konrad increases the pressure all the while watching me, drinking in my reaction, my turmoil. Getting off on it.
Stop!
The command remains trapped in my head as I war with myself. Turning my face away, I refuse to look at him. He doesn’t stop. He continues to rub me over my jeans, another finger adding to the first, the seam of my jeans tight between my crotch. With his other hand he grasps my chin, forcing me to look at him. He’s trying to read me, trying to see into my thoughts, to peel back the layers. But I’m not so easily read. Years of hiding who I really am protects me from such intrusion.
“So beautiful. Your hair is like flaming torches,” he murmurs, eyes laced with lust. “Your eyes are unusual too. I’ve never seen it before. One is as blue as a meadow filled with cornflowers, the other rivalling the darkness of the dungeons beneath the castle we live in. I wonder, do they reflect who you are?”
I might have been mildly impressed with his almost poetic words had it not been for the description of his home. Dungeons and castles, flaming torches. It all sounds so... medieval. Panic rises, and as I blink back the terror, I notice my reflection in the widened pupils of his eyes. Fear is the first thing I see, followed by the mask I’m still wearing. At that moment something fundamental dawns on me. Hecan’tsee my true face.
I never removed my makeup before I fell asleep. It remains intact, hiding the reality of who I am. Right now these men see the lie, and for the first time in my life that thought gives mestrength, not abstract sadness. I can be someone else too. I can find strength beneath my own mask. I can be whoever I need to be to survive. So long as they never truly see who I am, they can never have power over me. I can be a force to be reckoned with, just like my sister.
“Get your motherfucking hands off of me!” I growl, funneling Kate’s spirit. No, funnellingGrim’sspirit. The sound is so feral that I don’t even recognise my own voice. Konrad raises a brow then grins widely, showing me perfectly straight, white teeth.
“I love your fight, Zero. Let’s see how long it will last, hmm?”
“Fuck you, arsehole!”
“She’s strong,” Leon says absently, a pique of interest in his voice.
My attention snaps to the green-eyed Mask as he assesses me like he might an animal, with vague interest and a desire to see what would happen if he poked me with something sharp. The frost in his gaze makes my teeth clack and my skin cover in goosebumps, but I remain determined.
“You have no idea,” I reply, kicking out, my anger overriding the heaviness in my limbs, enabling me to fight back, even if, ultimately, it’s useless to do so right now.
“Shh, this doesn’t have to be a struggle,” Konrad says, sliding his hand upwards and resting it against the centre of my chest, over the frantic beat of my heart. Leaning closer, he pins me to the van floor, his minty breath whispering against my lips. “Easy now.”
Although his words are soothing on the surface, they’re laced with a promise of darker things if I disobey. Words form on my tongue, angry, confused, rage-filled words that Grim would be proud of, but every single one dissolves the moment he jabs a needle into the side of my neck. The cool liquid enters my bloodstream in a rush, the effects immediate and debilitating.
I lose consciousness once more.
