Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“You’re sick,” I spit at him before looking across at Marcus. “You’re all fucking sick.”
Roman leans down beside me and I feel his lips at the base of my neck. A haunting laugh pulls from deep within his throat and that wicked grin that I’ve been expecting to play on his brothers’ lips finally starts to spread. “Welcome to the family, Empress.”
Oh, fuck no.
Roman releases my arm and I don’t wait around to see what he has in store for me. My hand slams back against his junk and he groans low, so fucking low that I feel the vibrations through his chest, hitting my back.
Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I stoop low, knowing I won’t be strong enough to barge through their shoulders. I hit Levi in the junk, trying to take him down too, and cry out as Roman’s hand flies out and curls around my wrists. I scream, tugging harder as the desperation pulses through me. I try to barge through them as they struggle to compose themselves, but Roman’s grip is relentless.
I kick up at him, narrowly avoiding breaking his nose as my long hair falls from its scrunchie. Levi starts to recover and Marcus casually steps around his brother and comes to a stop right before me. There’s absolutely no way out.
Roman releases his hold on me, but only because his brother has me exactly where he wants me. A sick smile twists over Marcus’ lips and his eyes flame with the slightest hint of what he has in store for me.
I shake my head, the fear well and truly sinking into my gut as my heart races, realizing that this is the end. He shuffles just a little closer until I can smell his sweet breath brushing over my skin. I gasp loud, knowing that Mrs. Brown down the hall would never be able to get to me in time, nor would I ever put her in this position. I have no choice but to accept my fate. This is it. I’ll never get a chance to tell my landlord to go to hell, and I’ll never get a chance to screw my father over just as he did to me.
This is it for me. This is all I’ll ever be.
I’m going to die here in my mismatched panties and bra with Tarzan still smoking in my bedroom trash can.
Marcus tilts his head just a fraction to the side, and while it was a small movement, it was enough to show me just how dark and twisted he really is. I hold my breath, too afraid to move as his fingers come up and brush over the side of my face in a gentle caress. He leans in slowly as if he were going to kiss me, but his mouth pauses near the edge of my lips. His fingers trail down my neck until they’re curling around the base of my throat. He squeezes tight. “Say your prayers, baby.”
And just like that, his other hand comes down over my temple and I crumble to the ground, my world quickly fading to nothing.
My hip slams against the cold, hard ground and my eyes fly open as a pained cry tears out of me. It takes less than a second for reality to come crashing down over me, and the fear settles straight back into my chest with a harrowing relentlessness.
My stare sails toward the three men hovering in the narrow doorway, and I barely get a chance to get to my knees before their pitying gazes disappear and the heavy door slams shut between us, the loud BANG of the door echoing through my tiny room.
The first rays of morning sunlight shine through the small window high in the corner, but it does nothing to brighten the barren cell walls that surround me.
A loud echoey sound bounces through the room and I realize far too late that it was the sound of a heavy lock sliding into place.
“FUCK,” I cry, racing to the door and grabbing hold of the handle, violently twisting and yanking on it as the desperation courses through my veins. This damn room is locked down like a fortress.
I can guarantee that I’m not the first person the psychos have had locked in here. They would have already made all the mistakes there were to make, leaving me to deal with nothing less than experts in their field. Every loose brick would have been cemented in. Every object in the room would have been carefully placed to ensure I couldn’t find a weapon. Every possible way out of here has already been found and dealt with.
I’m their prisoner and the only way out is death.
Fuck, they should have just killed me back at my apartment. Anything is better than being forced to stay here to play the role of their special little pet.