I don’t.
Instead, I stick with the plan. I came in here to plant that bug. I’m also here to at least try to get Hawk free, but that wasn’t part of the official plan. I just have to do it, I have to let him go so that he can stop any more women from being hurt by the senator or anyone else.
“It’s time I inspect you,” he purrs.
I know what this means. This is degrading, this is what he has always done. I want to spit in his face, I want to tell him no, but I don’t. I comply, for Hawk, I comply. Turning around, I spread my legs wide and I bend over as far as I can.
The senator uses two fingers and shoves them deep inside of me, swirling them around a few times. I’m dry and so are his fingers, I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out at the pain as he pulls his fingers from me. Then, in true dickhead fashion, he does the same to my ass.
It’s harder for me to contain my whimper as he buries his fingers in my asshole and moves them around.
He hums as he leans over my back. “Fuck, just as warm as I remember. Once I have you all cleaned out, I’ll be buried deep inside here while your man watches. Do you think he’s going to get hard at the sight of me fucking your ass?” he rasps.
I don’t answer him. I don’t say a single fucking word. Not a single one. It doesn’t matter what happens, none of it does. Me and this, all of this, will be nothing but a bad memory for Hawk one day.
Right now, I just need to endure until I am freed, whatever that freedom entails. I will endure and fight until I have nothing left inside of me and hopefully that will be long enough for Hawk to gain his own freedom. He has so much to live for, he’s a father and a soon-to-be grandfather, he has his club and his love for them. He has a hell of a lot—a lot more than I do.
“You’re not ready for me yet, though. Your preparation drinks will be delivered shortly. It will take you a few days until you’re ready. Until then, you’ll stay in here and just imagine what your Orson and I are doing to sweet little Taylee.”
Without another word, he tugs his fingers out of my ass and I hear the bedroom door slam, then lock behind him.
Pinching my eyes closed, I finally allow myself to breathe and I sink down to my now sore ass. Pulling my legs up to my chest, I wrap my arms around my shins and I rest my cheek against my knees.
I want this to be done. I want this to be over. I hope that it doesn’t take very long because I have a feeling that from now on, my life isn’t going to be anything happy or easy.
Is it fair to have your begging ignored and the end of your days be complete torture? It’s probably not, but isn’t that just the fucker of it all? It’s made a complete fucking circle.
The only difference is that my dad, while he was physically and mentally abusive, he never actually sexually abused me. So, in that way, this is slightly different.
The door opens a few moments later and I lift my head, my gaze connecting to a woman that I have never seen before. She’s wearing a maid’s uniform, her hair is pulled up into a tight bun at the top of her head. She sets a tray down with some bottles filled with liquid on it. Her gaze flicks up to meet mine, and I see pity in her gaze.
“Help me,” I mouth to her.
The pity deepens and she shakes her head. “I cannot,” she whispers.
Nodding, I lick my lips. “You will have an opportunity. Don’t be scared, you won’t be hurt.”
Her eyes widen and she stands, then spins around and leaves me alone again, flipping the lock closed.
My lips slowly curve up into a grin. I think about dumping all of the liquid down the drain, but decide that I need to take it, I need to play this docile part so that I can be strong enough to help myself if I am able, no matter what kind of capacity that means, no matter what I have to do.
HAWK
Fuck.
Avah.
I have no fucking clue what she’s doing here, but she’s here and now I have to figure out a way to get both of us out of here. The goon on the wall isn’t going to help, neither will the other one, judging by the darkness in his gaze.
I’ve never felt as helpless as I do right now, locked up in a cage, in a goddamn basement while Avah is somewhere, having what I can’t even allow myself to imagine, happening to her right now.
I don’t know how I’m going to get us out of here, how long it will be until I get an opportunity. But I’m taking it no matter when it comes. I’m not going to play a waiting game, not going to try and find the perfect timing. It’s more important to get her out and safe than it is for anything else.
Walsh is fucking fucked and I want Avah as far away from him as possible, then I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fuck his world up, I’m going to skin him alive.
I’m not sure how long I sit in my anger, imagining all of the ways that I’m going to kill that motherfucker, but when I hear the door open and footsteps coming down the stairs, I suck in a breath of surprise.
A strange woman appears. She’s wearing what looks like a maid’s uniform, something that I didn’t think was really a thing, but knowing how pretentious Walsh is, this fits him perfectly. She’s
