Seen by Larabee – Sight Unseen Auctions Read Online ChaShiree M

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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
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“Enough. We came here to take her… my new toy.” Oh God. It’s him. “I was looking forward to breaking you in girl, perhaps make you my number 1, but now that you have given it away so freely, I can simply just take it and throw you with the others, working my streets. Either way you will be of use.” I am trying not to show how scared I am right now, but I am so freaking scared.

“I am no one's toy, and I am going nowhere with you. Either of you.” He laughs and I can’t stop the shiver from moving through me. This man is easily the same height as my husband. Where Larabee is broad and muscular, this man is lean, but his athleticism cannot be missed and the deep dark scar from his bottom lip to the top of his head makes him menacing.

“I am afraid, gutter rat, you will come one way or another, but perhaps you are right. Maybe I should screw you right now, in this bed you share with the man you think loves you, shed some of your blood on these sheets so he knows I took back my possession.” Oh God.

“He-my husband loves me.” I am defending our love like it will somehow help but it is all I can think to do. They are both blocking my way out of the door so I can’t yet run for the panic room. Carefully I am trying to look around me for something to defend myself.

“Do you believe this silly girl? She thinks this gringo loves her. Men like us, killers, we have no heart. You are his expensive whore.” I know it is not true and hearing his voice tell me how much he loves me, gives me strength as false as it may be. Slowly, I slide out of bed and stand up straight.

“If you leave now I might be able to convince him not to kill you.” Please be on your way home. They both look at me and throw their heads back laughing.

“I think she forgets her place, Sachi.” My father says to the man. He nods his head, but he hasn’t stopped leering at me.

“I think you are right, Iscimo.” He begins undoing his belt and my stomach starts to turn. The panic I haven’t felt in weeks starts to swirl around me. “She has been given too much freedom here. Not enough control has been taken from her.”

“Please just go.” I begin to beg while trying to move around the bed. “I just want…”

“That is the problem, bitch, you don’t get to want anything. Your only purpose in life is to give. That is all your kind was made for. Give head. Give pussy. Give ass. Give heirs. Give…life.” I am shaking my head vigorously now. He flings his belt across the room and moves toward me quickly. I try to run to the left of the bed, which would put me toward the balcony, but my father grabs my hair and throws me into Sachi’s arms.

“I will give you two some privacy,” my father says turning his back on me.

“Papa. papa please don’t do this!” I cry out before I am thrown myself onto the bed and his entire weight is on my chest.

“Let’s see what kind of pussy made a man steal another man’s property,” he snarls in my face. Screeching, I spit in his face and attempt to claw at his eyes. His hands are grappling with my fists trying to control them, but I am like a wild cat. I don’t know what I am going to do but I am going to fight.

“Get off me!” I yell. I am flailing my body trying everything to extricate myself, but I am small compared to him. His hand covers my mouth and I sink my teeth into his skin, spilling blood. He growls and curses before his fist comes down on my face, so hard I see stars.

“Fucking cunt.” I am trying to fight the darkness from being punched, trying to regain my vision and ability, but it is hard.

“No. No.” I hear myself saying, when his hand rips open my robe. Vomit threatens to creep up my throat when his hands crudely grip my breasts. “No!” I try to say more forcefully. I hear his zipper go down in my head and the real fear begins to set in.

“Fucking putas think you have rights. The only right you have is to lay on your back,” he spits at me. I gather enough strength to slap him. He simply laughs and pushes my legs further apart. His fist swings at the other side of my head and I swear I can no longer hear. Everything is ringing now, and my face feels hot. His weight on my chest is taxing and I swear inside of my head I can hear my ribs cracking under the pressure of his mass.


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