Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Are you threatening me, little girl?”
His tone is menacing as he advances on me.
“Don’t use that tone with me or I’ll cut out your fucking tongue. Remind me what your role is. Tell me what you are.”
I swallow; the words refusing to come out of my mouth. But I force them to, knowing the punishment if I don’t obey will be much worse than what my husband is putting me through now.
“I’m your wife.”
“That’s right,” he smirks. “ And you need to obey me. And you’ll do just that. Get on your knees.”
I shake my head. Xavier doesn’t hesitate before sending another pulsing shock through my shackles and I cry out, collapsing to the floor.
Jimenez has got his cock out now. It’s small and repulsive, and yet I know it’s going to end up in my mouth. As my husband loves to remind me, I never had a choice.
“Suck him off,” Xavier orders. “Make him come as fast as you can. For every minute he isn’t spilling over, I’ll send another shock through those pretty bracelets of yours.”
I go back to that safe place, floating above my body and watching myself as I suck off the other man. Xavier taunts me, counting, jumping from ten to thirty, because he knows he can torture me and there’s no way for me to stop it.
Jimenez’s cock in my mouth tastes vile, but I force myself to watch from afar and I can almost block out what’s happening. I picture Heath then, imagining what he would be like now if Xavier hadn’t killed him.
Our love was innocent, torn away from us before we could experience more of it. And in this world where I have no one left to look out for me, I like to imagine Xavier’s nephew bursting into the room and saving me from the cruel torture Heath’s uncle is making me go through.
While I suck, Xavier puts clamps on my nipples. I don’t make a sound, which only pisses him off more. I watch, dissociating from the scene as he adds weights to the clamps and makes my tits hurt. But the pain is faraway, and I can almost pretend none of this is happening to me.
As the minutes pass and Jimenez’s useless cock doesn’t spill its vile load, Xavier sends shock after shock through my bracelets. Enough to hurt, but not enough to make me stop. Tears of humiliation and pain slide down my cheeks, reminding me I’m nothing but a pawn in my husband’s sick games.
But I force myself to think of the one thing that calms me down. A pair of eyes, charcoal, gray and black and every shade of dark between them. Heath.
I haven’t seen him in so long and yet he’s always the one I come back to, even though it’s futile.
If Heath were still here, he would’ve helped me by now. But I remain Xavier’s broken captive wife, and that tells me Heath is gone. He would never let this happen to me. He would save me. So the only answer is he’s long gone by now. A body, just like my Nana, just like my parents, just like anybody I ever loved.
Because this happens to people when they get close to me.
And now that there’s no one left to bear the pain, I’m the one who has to pay.
Jimenez spills his meager load all over my lips, and it’s like a slap to the face when Xavier forces my head into his lap to lick up the cum spilling over the other man’s belly. I do my best to hide my repulsion, hating that he’s figured out how to bring me back to myself when all I want is to be anywhere else.
My mind slams back into my body, filling me with distaste and hatred.
Xavier forces me to clean up and the two men laugh, leaving me broken and battered on the ground as they leave the room. I don’t have enough energy to run, and my bracelets remind me I’ll always be a prisoner.
This is my life now.
This is what I’ve been reduced to.
And yet the fire within me sparks and burns. Quietly so. But no amount of pain is going to make me forget what the Gunn family did to mine. And no amount of jewelry, expensive dresses and beautiful things will make me anything but a well-kept captive.
One day, I’ll have my revenge for everything Xavier did to me.
It’s hard to imagine it as I pick my battered body off the ground, but I force myself to think of all the people I lost because of my husband.
My parents.
Nana.
Heath.
One day, the bastard will pay.
Until then, I’ll be his pretty little girl, caged behind golden bars.
But once I break free, I’ll make sure Xavier’s debt to me is paid in blood.