Braxton backed away as she held her gaze on his crotch. After all, this was always his problem and why he never dated, it was the degradation, the stealing from a woman that got him rock-fucking-hard. Not them wanting it from him. Fine, bitch wanted to play, then he would play. In a menacing voice, “That snatch of yours has been sampled by one too many. I wouldn’t want it around my cock for all the money in the world.” He stormed to the other side of the room, grabbing the first thing he could and hauled it. The lamp shattered as shards sprayed in a brilliant display. Keeley’s legs were nicked and she watched the blood droplets trickle. Braxton stared in fascination while a diabolical idea presented itself.
He took another jab at her fragile ego. “Your blood is tainted by how many others? You’re a worthless drug-whore. No one could ever love a slut like you. You’re only good for fucking.” His steps heavy as he approached her. Right in her face, he spat, “And it wouldn’t be your cunt I’d want.” His hand snaked out and bit the cheek of her ass, pulling fiercely until she yelped. But that close he didn’t miss how utterly aroused she was and capitalized, “I’ll have you yet, you piece of trash, but not until you beg for me not to take it.”
Her brow furrowed. Keeley knew the key to not being raped was to act like she wanted what he offered. However, he just found her weakest link. Blood mesmerized her when it was flowing freely. How would she beg him not to take it?
The demon leaned forward licking her ear before it hissed, “Unworthy. Unlovable. Promiscuous. You are nothing. Lower than dirt. You’ll never amount to anything.”
Keeley stood there in mass confusion, the warring voices reached a deafening level until she began to screeeeeeam.
Tar plowed into the door with brute strength. Mitch attempted to break the mirror to help Keeley. Neither man could get to her. E stilled Tar with his hand on his shoulder. “Hey. Follow me.”
E unlocked what appeared to be a closet but once inside, Tar realized it was another observation room. He saw Braxton looming over Keeley but he wasn’t hurting her, no, he was calming her. Tar struggled to listen. “There, there, my dear. Let me help you.” Braxton reached down to take her hand. Keeley went silent and took what was offered.
Tar gave E a sidelong glance. “What the hell?”
“I don’t know, man. But let’s see how this plays out.”
Tar nodded in uneasy agreement. He didn’t want to blow the operation, but protecting Keeley was first and foremost. “How do we get to her if he crosses the line?”
“On the right is a concealed door.”
He reached forward and found a latch to the panel E referred to. “Got it.”
Meanwhile, Mitch put down the chair he was using to break the glass and surveyed what was happening. Whatever the hell was going on, he acknowledged Keeley needed off this assignment immediately. He was going to inform Tar of everything. Let him know she was actually doing two investigations on the same man and screw what the higher-ups insisted. He wanted to bring down this cartel, but not at that cost. Keeley wasn’t stable. She needed help, and honestly, he wasn’t convinced Tar could handle it. Although Mitch remembered the hell and demons Tar fought to still be alive, much less a functioning human being who was sound both mentally and emotionally. Most prisoners of war didn’t get so lucky. If anyone had a chance of reaching that girl, he was it.
Keeley couldn’t get the reptilian feel off as she dug her nails into her arms. Braxton pulled her hand away and locked it to the shackle on the wall, then repeated with the other. She was writhing and kicking. How did he not see Caleb?! How come no one was saving her from that monster? She stared in abstract horror as the corpse ran his rotting fingers along the walls of her sex. Her mouth opened to scream and Braxton shoved a ball gag in it. Tears were pouring as she thrashed. He strapped down her ankles, the same as her wrists, before yanking open the silky robe. She stilled. Gaze locked on his. Caleb was no longer there. Braxton’s steel gray eyes piercing into her as he struck her with the whip. Fuck. Yes. This would calm her. Erase the nightmare that just transpired. She whimpered around the ball, “More. Please.” At least she hoped he understood the words.
Braxton gave her what she asked for, knowing he needed her in the underground to do what he wanted most. But first he set the whole thing in motion, for he knew they were watching and was positive someone who cared about the girl was among them.
Keeley was panting heavily. The more it hurt, the more she craved. She knew it was wrong, acknowledged how completely fucked-up she was, still she pleaded, “Again.” Hoping he understood her with the gag in place.