Without delay, the bidder moved to repeat his examination, this time on Mia. The terror in Mia's eyes slowly dimmed as latex fingers slid rapidly in and out of her wet pussy. The sound of his fingers exploring Mia's copious wetness had embarrassment replacing fear in her friend's eyes. The knowledge that Mia was getting turned on shocked Hannah to the core, but then again, her own body had betrayed her when Jake was raping her, too.
Another bidder had entered the small space to test the wares. He was focusing on the fair-skinned redhead, excited by how easily her skin marked, commenting how his favorite slaves were those who showed the marks of their discipline the longest.
Hannah fought the urge to throw up as Jake yanked her closer to his seated location on the couch. Only now did she notice he had his cock out of his pants and was nursing it with gentle strokes meant to prepare his tool for his next rape. As he pulled her mouth to his dick, holding her against his crotch with strong hands, Hannah thought of Dylan and what a terrible judge of character she had been yet again. She could have sworn she'd be able to trust him to save her, yet here she was, about to be raped again by a sadistic bastard.
If I get out of this alive, I'm never trusting another man as long as I live.
She tried to block out the sounds of her friends' piercing screams as the bidders continued to use their bodies for their own pleasure, all in the guise of taking them for a 'test drive'. Jake rode Hannah's throat hard, chasing his own orgasm as he periodically blocked her breathing.
It went on for so long she felt faint, the horrific noises surrounding her sounding as if they were in a tunnel. She barely registered the muffled slamming of doors in the distance, and didn't know what to make of the sudden tensing of Jake's whole body. She pushed with all her strength, but Jake sat frozen, holding her against him, his cock thrust into her throat, completely blocking off her air.
Her eyesight had faded by the time Jake jumped to his feet, thrusting her away from him with such velocity she fell back, slamming her head against the two-way mirror. Feeling nauseous, she slumped to the ground, curling into a small ball and tucking her forehead against her knees in a reflexive protection move. Hannah gasped, trying to fill her burning lungs with air. Her mind raced, trying to understand what was happening, but the crack to her head had been hard. Darkness was claiming her fast.
She was just about to lose consciousness when she heard his voice. Dylan was screaming her name in the distance. She fought to call out to him, but her voice wouldn't cooperate. The last picture she saw before the blackness claimed her was Jake Davenport drawing his gun.
Chapter Twelve
Dylan
Dylan insisted on staying near the front of the contingent of law enforcement agencies rushing the warehouse, intent upon finding Hannah. The authorities may have been slow to react, but once Lukus had shared the evidence of women being held hostage inside, the district attorney agreed to issue a search warrant.
The forty-five minutes they'd been forced to wait for the green light to enter the warehouse had been the longest of his life. Guilt threatened to consume him for allowing Hannah to be put into danger with their fucked-up plan.
As they'd prepared to raid the building, the four men from Titan Securities had been split up, each being assigned partners from the local law enforcement teams. Dylan was shocked that the police had even let civilians join in the search at all, but Lukus had been extremely persuasive. He convinced the police that his team had insider information on the security of the building; and, since time was of the essence, they'd been allowed to go in hot with the police. Of course, they'd been their Kevlar vests and were lectured ad nauseam about their role as civilians, first.
As Dylan and the couple of SWAT officers he was paired with moved deeper into the building, he scanned each location quickly, pressing forward, determined to find the only person he cared about at that moment. Flashbacks to his time in the military crashed in, as if he were sweeping enemy shacks in Afghanistan again.
They left the uniformed cops to handle securing the recording studio and call center filled with surprised naked employees tied to their desks. The men in the lead knew they were running out of time to get to the victims being held against their will.
When they got to the lower level, Hannah's last known location, Dylan wanted to call out her name, but resisted the impulse to do so. He knew they needed the element of surprise. Once they had neutralized Davenport's security team in the Strictly Business security office, the men stopped to watch the wall of monitors, hoping to catch a glimpse of enemy number one.
"There. This has to be where he's hiding." Lukus was pointing at a monitor showing five naked women strung up and on display. Each of them had lines of welts across their bodies as if they'd been beaten. Dylan cringed as he recognized Hannah's best friend Mia among them, and then felt like a total ass for feeling relief that Hannah wasn't on display alongside her friend.
Fear tightened in Dylan's chest as they waited long minutes for the heavy security doors to be blown open to allow their entry to the final part of the building.
As soon as they got past that last secure door, Dylan knew they were in trouble. Strobe lights flashed
