Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
I smirk at him as I gasp for breath, waiting for his next onslaught. “You can try to take control of the situation, but we both know I’m the top here. So you can waste more time by playing this game, or we can go next door, and you can get your dick wet.” I push against his abdomen until he staggers on the floor. “If you want to play here, though, I’m ready. But you know time is ticking unless we do something.”
Panic vibrates in Ezra’s eyes. Tomorrow is the last day. The day we lose her. The day we turn into the monsters she wanted our help to rid herself of.
Chapter 8
Briar
(Two Years Ago)
I turned twenty-one today. For most people, it’s a milestone celebrated and hollered about. For most people, it means their parents can no longer tell them what to do. But for me, it means that my prison sentence will begin.
I grip the copper door handle and close my eyes. I’m not sure how one is supposed to act as they walk into the gallows for their execution. Technically, I’m not about to die. What’s happening to me is much worse. Death would be a welcome alternative if it came down to it. Today is the day my father will pay the debt he owes and sell his only daughter to keep his wealth and power.
The creak of the door makes my skin crawl, but the pudgy bald man sitting in one of my father’s wingback chairs makes me want to crawl out of my skin.
“Come in, Briar,” my father says as he waves me inside. “Close the door behind you.”
I don’t want to shut the door. I want it open so I can run. Run into the forest, the only safe place I’ve ever known. It was the last place I had a sliver of power to choose my faith, to explore my desires. The last place I had freedom.
The way the stranger gawks at me makes me feel subhuman. I’m not a young girl who’s just reached womanhood. I’m not the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the United States. I’m a commodity. Goods or a service. Nothing about me symbolizes a person. I’m just an object.
The man rises from his seat. Up close, I see the wrinkles covering his hands. A part of me wonders if he’ll die from old age soon so my suffering won’t last too long. “Well, well, look at you, girlie. You were always pretty when you were younger, but now you’re perfect peach ready for the pickin’.”
His eyes take me in, slowly rolling down my body from my head to my toes. They pause briefly at specific areas, including my breasts and vagina. It’s not lost on me that this man is buying me for my breasts and vagina and nothing else. I’m expected to stand here, remain silent, and do whatever he wishes.
He yanks me forward, his disgusting arms around my waist as he pulls me to his putrid body. My father ordered me to wear a dress for this man’s pleasure. After all, I’m a possession to this animal, and he wants to examine his property before he claims it.
He grabs the hem of my skirt, and my father stands in the corner as this stranger works his hand up my thigh to my vagina.
“Don’t worry, girlie, you’ll get used to me soon. I won’t always fuck your pussy. You’ve got pretty cock sucker lips, so we’ll put those to good use. I’ve got three lads who work closely with me.”
He nods to the corner, and I see three men in ski masks, but the only thing I notice is how their eyes appear dead as they take me in.
“I’m sure you’ll be happy to know you won’t always have to take my old cock. But they like to fuck together, so we’ll have to ensure you’re nice and broken in.” His hand cups my sex as he smirks, displaying a line of gold teeth. “Big cocks like that won’t do for a tight little virgin cunt like yours.”
My hands form into fists at my sides. I want to take the medieval knife displayed on my father’s desk and sever his hand, but I know that would be an immediate death sentence. I grind my teeth and force myself to stand still while the vermin pulls down my dress and feasts his eyes on my breasts.
“You’re a chunky one, aren’t you? Means you’ll give me strong, healthy babies. I can’t wait to suckle on those titties.” He winks at me as he chomps his teeth. “I’ll enjoy biting on those fat nipples.”
I’m shocked I haven’t barfed my dinner at his feet.
He lets me go, and I hurry to pull my dress up. I stumble to the ground as a harsh slap connects with my cheek.