“Okay, sweetheart,” Mamma says before hanging up. She’s not blind to what I do for a living and doesn’t turn her nose up at it.
I wonder what Doran would think if he knew one of his daughters would hurt the other. I know I can’t allow Kit-Kat to kill her, but I can, sure enough, let her do what she needs to get me the information.
“You ready to tell us where she is,” Kit-Kat demands an hour later. She’d shown up and got straight to work in getting Ensley to talk.
Spitting the blood out of her mouth, Ensley cackles. “You’ll never find her. The bitch is getting all she deserves. Always trying to act better than me. To get the spotlight. By now, I’m sure she’s feeling oh so good. Fuck he’s probably got her spread wide and begging for him to fuck her already.”
My anger boils and I take a step forward to put an end to the bitch. How can a sibling do that to another?
Two hands grasp my shoulders stopping me.
“Why do you say she’s feeling good right about now?” Kit-Kat asks.
Ensley snickers, grinning like the loon she is. “Have you heard of something called Heavenly Rose?”
Each and every one of us goes taut at the mention of a drug we’d heard about.
“Master has tons of it that he keeps on hand. I love it when he gives it to me.” It takes everything in me not to vomit as Ensley withers and touches herself.
Kit-Kat, having had enough, makes Ensley scream when her arm is broken from the hammer that my friend takes to her. Kit-Kat isn’t someone to be crossed. “Where is Enya?”
Ensley cries and babbles like a baby. “She’s at Tainted Edge,” she whimpers, cradling her arm.
Tainted Edge.
Fuck, that’s a club in Virginia Beach.
Turning on my heels, I head for my car with Marc, Mitch, and Dean right behind me, along with some of the other men I work with, Beau and Ian included.
Chapter 17
Enya
My body feels coated with my blood and pain throbs throughout my body. I try my hardest to fight through the effects taking over.
Sweat beads my body and my mind screams for the release my apex is craving.
“My beautiful pet, are you enjoying the effects of what I’ve given you?” my stepfather asks, causing my stomach to tighten with the need to puke.
His touch repulses me, and each time he does it, it feels like bugs crawling along my skin. I don’t know how long he’s been at it, but right now, I wish I could kill him with a simple look. Unfortunately, I do not have laser eyes.
“Here’s another dose, my sweet, beautiful pet,” he says, plunging a syringe into my neck.
I flinch and try to think of something else when my stepfather pulls the needle from my neck. He leans forward and proceeds to run his tongue along my skin. Shivers of disgust course through my entire being.
I try to think of something else. Anyone else.
Kenyon.
Images of him flash into my head, and I’m dying for him to touch me. I don’t know why but the more his face stays with me, my body reacts and I start panting.
Soon it’s not my stepfather licking the side of my neck or his hands at my breast, it’s Kenyon’s.
Moaning, I writhe under the touch wanting more.
A cry escapes past my lips when he pinches my nipple.
“Kenyon,” I moan.
At my calling his name, he pulls back from me.
“What did you call me, pet?” my stepfather growls angrily.
Nausea churns once more in my stomach at the realization that it wasn’t Kenyon touching me but this monster.
Instead of answering, I swallow the bile back down and brace for what I’m sure is to come at the same time fighting through the need to beg him to continue touching me even if he’s not who I want.
What is this stuff he gave me?
The effects are driving me nuts with the need for a release. I don’t even know if it can be accomplished.
I thought my stepfather would take his hand to me. Instead, he does something worse. With a malicious grin in place, he places clamps on each of my nipples. The chain attached to the clamps is connected to a bullet vibrator he presses against my clit. A tearing sound draws my attention as he uses his teeth to rip duct tape from a roll and places the tape over the bullet.
I don’t know what he’s doing, but this can’t be good. To have duct tape on one’s skin is never a good sign. He then tapes the control for the bullet against my thigh.
“You want to call me another man’s name when you belong to me, you’ll pay. The drug I’ve given you makes you crave the need to be fucked. To be thrown into a world of ecstasy. Now you’re going to go through a ride of being on the verge of it but not quite reaching.” He cackles like a lunatic.
The vibration starts, and I cry out at the sensation. Feeling a violation my body can’t seem to fight. My stepfather moves again, this time placing a ball gag into my mouth.
“Such a pretty sight,” he coos and steps back, grabs the whip he’d taken to my body earlier. “While you’re feeling the pleasure, you’ll also feel the pain.”
The crack of the whip has me sending a prayer to whoever could be listening. On first impact, I scream into the ball gag, tears welling in my eyes as the sharp points draw fresh blood on my already bloody front. With each and every draw of the whip, he cracks it in the air before the sharp points land against my flesh.
My tears stream down my cheeks. My body feels like it’s on fire between the need for release and the pain my stepfather is wreaking on my body.
A phone rings from somewhere in the room, and my stepfather stops what he’s
