Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Tears streamed down my cheeks. My jaw ached. Zeb was already moaning, clearly enjoying himself, while I was trying to keep my dinner down. It was horrible, but I just kept telling myself that I had to get through it, give them what they wanted. If they got what they came for, they’d let us go.
I had to believe that.
At some point, I felt the heat and pressure of my dad’s leg pressed against mine. I knew it must have been torture for him to watch them hurt and humiliate me. But even that slight touch was enough to reassure me that I wasn’t alone in this. We would do what we had to do to make it out of here alive. Together.
It seemed to take forever for Zeb to finish, and when he finally did, he buried himself in my throat and held me in place for a long moment, cutting off my air supply. I slapped his thighs as black dots appeared in front of my vision. I frantically tried to shove him away, but it was useless. I thought I was going to suffocate.
I heard my dad say, “She can’t fucking breathe,” before I felt the splash of wet heat at the back of my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it all. It was either that, or choke.
Finally, Zeb released me, and I fell back onto my bare ass, gasping for air.
“Are you okay?” my dad asked. “Willow, look at me.” But I was too ashamed to even look in his direction, much less respond.
“I think you were right, Duke,” Zeb said. “She’s definitely worth all of this effort.”
“Told you,” Duke replied, crouching down beside me. He cupped my cheek, running his thumb over my swollen lips. “God, she’s gorgeous when she cries.”
His voice was almost tender. I met his cold, bottomless gaze and felt my insides clench up instinctively as his lips curved in amusement.
“There’s just one thing we need to figure out,” Duke continued. “Who’s going to be the first to test drive this cunt?”
“No,” my dad said. “You don’t have to do that. You’ve fucked with us and had some fun. Just let us go. We won’t tell anyone.”
“You think this is all the fun we had in mind?” Duke twirled his knife in the air. “We’re just getting started.”
“I could give you money. Name your price.”
I knew that we didn’t have a ton of money. We weren’t struggling by any means, but I doubted he could get his hands on whatever insane amount of cash it would take to buy these assholes off. My chest tightened. He was grasping at straws, offering anything he could think of to try to save us. But after everything we’d already been through tonight, I knew these men wouldn’t take the bait. They didn’t come into the wilderness for money. They wanted blood, tears, and pain.
The men laughed as if my dad’s suggestion was hilarious. Duke quieted first, and I couldn’t help noticing the evil glint in his already terrifying eyes.
“I have an idea,” he said. “I think Daddy should do the honors.”
My thoughts screeched to a halt. I looked to my dad for reassurance that I’d misheard Duke’s suggestion, but the shock and revulsion were scrawled across my father’s face beneath the dried blood.
“Oh, shit,” Zeb said behind his fist. “That’s messed up.”
“Sick and twisted. I like it,” said Ox.
Martin didn’t say anything. Judging by his pursed lips and sour expression, he wasn’t a fan of the idea. However, Duke had spoken, and while these guys might not respect the laws of men, it appeared that one man's word was still law, even in the wilderness.
“Fuck yeah,” Duke said. “We’re getting a show tonight, boys.”
As the men hooted and hollered, I didn’t know what to feel. Horror? Disgust? Yes. Those seemed like normal emotions to cycle through, given the context. The thought of losing my virginity to one of these monsters was…unthinkable.
But not as unthinkable as having sex with my dad.
I loved my father more than anyone else in the world. He was my best friend, my protector, and my biggest fan all at once. To even entertain the idea of crossing the line with him was shameful and wrong. There was absolutely no way he’d ever willingly do something like that.
But where does the line between willing and unwilling fall when you have a knife to your throat? Could I forgive my father for hurting me if it meant saving me from an even more devastating fate or saving our lives? Could he forgive himself?
In the end, I was going to be violated no matter what.
Chapter 5
Erik
I was trapped in a nightmare. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t fuck my own daughter.
“No,” I rasped.
Duke chuckled. “What’s the matter? You don’t think she’s hot?”