Torn from You (15 page)

I did. My eyes
meeting his flashing green intensity. He was handsome and
dignified, like I’d imagine a business man with lots of wealth
would look like. I guessed he was in his early thirties, and he had
strong, defined features and really dark brows and tanned skin.

“I don’t
share,” Logan said in what sounded like a growl.

“Neither do
I,” Kai said, and his hand dropped from me to stroke his girl’s
inner thigh. “But watching the women together. Two beauties ... now
that I would enjoy.”

“No.” Logan’s
voice was stern.

“No, what
gentleman?” Raul was standing behind Logan’s chair, and I quickly
lowered my head, my hair falling in front of my face.

Kai spoke, “I
suggested a little play between the women. Sculpt has
declined.”

“I never said
that.”

My
breath hitched.
Logan please don’t make me.

“I had
something else in mind for tonight.”

Kai shoved the
girl off his lap, and she fell to the floor then quickly righted
herself and knelt beside Kai. I reached out my hand to hers. It was
instinctive and reactive, something I shouldn’t have done, but
seeing her treated so cruelly had sparked a fire in me.
Dangerous.

The girl
looked at me horrified, her face paling at the gesture. Then just
as quick, she was holding onto Kai’s leg softly stroking it like a
dog licking its master.

“I’d be
interested in hearing this,” Raul said. “Kai, Sculpt has been
hiding this gem away for over a week now. I was beginning to think
that she’d escaped him.” Kai laughed. “She was rather ...
disobedient when she arrived. I was anticipating Alfonzo having to
train her as he did your new slave. But,” Raul gestured to me. “She
has been reigned in. After being away from us for so long, I was
thinking Sculpt had become soft.”

“Then what do
you have in mind for this part of the evening, Sculpt?” Kai
asked.

Logan was
silent, and I could feel his finger twitching. I held my breath,
knowing that whatever he decided I wouldn’t like.

I dug my nails
into my thighs and tried to block out my whirling imagination.
“Perhaps Kai can fuck her while she sucks you off.”

“No,” Logan
said. “More of a show.”

I couldn’t
control the sob that emerged from my throat, and Logan quickly
reacted. He shoved the dishes off the table with one swoop of his
arm, and then grabbed me by the arm threw me face down on the
table, placing his hand on the small of my back.

“You want her
fucked. And I want to fuck her.” Logan yanked up my dress, and I
could feel the warm air on my bare ass. My cheek pressed against
the wood of the table, and when I opened my eyes I saw Kai watching
me. Our eyes locked, and I saw the cool, unaffected expression to
my terror.

My breath came
in short, heaving gasps. I heard voices all around me and squeezed
my eyes shut as the sounds grew louder and closer. They were going
to watch Logan fuck me right here on the table.

“Legs,” Logan
growled.

I squeezed my
eyes shut and did as he said. He nudged my legs further apart and
then stepped between them, and I felt his cock and the material of
his slacks against me. I started to struggle, and he pulled back
and then spanked me on the ass so hard that I cried out.

“Stay
still.”

He spanked me
again then he massaged my ass. He repeated it several times,
spanking then massaging, and by then I was sobbing. It wasn’t from
being spanked, but from the humiliation. I felt the weight of him
over me, and his mouth next to my ear.

“We have to do
this, Eme. Don’t think about anyone else. Focus on me. Nothing
else.” He kissed down my neck and then across my shoulder blades
while his hand went underneath my dress, between my legs, and he
began circling my clit.

At first I
felt nothing, my body refusing to get turned on by this, by
anything that was happening, but Logan was calm and gentle, and
soon I felt the tingling, and Logan’s hand pressing in my back
eased.

“Why are you
bothering to give her pleasure?” I heard Raul say.

“It’s no fun
fucking a dry slave,” Logan replied. His clothes rubbed my back as
he came over me again and whispered in my ear, “I’ll be fast. Don’t
fight me, Eme. Okay? You get why we have to do this?”

I nodded.

I knew he was
trying to protect me from something much worse than him publically
fucking me. I wasn’t wet, but mildly damp from his stimulation and
when he pushed his cock inside me it didn’t hurt.

My hips pushed
into the edge of the table as he thrust into me again and again. I
could hear the men talking around us merging with the sound of his
pelvis smacking into my ass. Glasses clanged together and I heard
men telling Logan harder. A girl sobbed and then the crack of a
whip then more sobs. Raul laughed and then he was beside my head
shoving his finger into my mouth.

“Suck it like
it’s my cock,” Raul ordered.

Logan’s hands
dug into my hips as if in warning and I knew I had to. I willingly
slid my tongue around Raul’s finger, tasting the juices of meat
from his meal. He shoved it back and forth into my mouth matching
the rhythm of Logan as I suckled and teased his finger as if it was
his cock.

Laughter
surrounded me. Men yelling out suggestions that sent my stomach
churning and I would’ve thrown up if Raul hadn’t taken his finger
out of my mouth at that moment.

I heard Logan
grunt and tighten his hands on my hips as he jerked one last time
into me.

He’d barely
finished coming before I heard the sound of his zipper, then my
dress was pulled down, and he was dragging me off the table.

“Now, I’m
going to screw the shit out of her ass in privacy. Think I deserve
that after winning that fight tonight, gentlemen.” Logan took my
hand, nodded to the men, and strode out of the dining hall, me in
tow.

The ability to
speak was torn from my mind as if Logan had ripped the vocal cords
from my throat himself. Nothing could be said about what happened.
I wasn’t sure if he had the intention of fucking my ass, but as
soon as we were out of sight of the others, it was like all the
terror, anger, disgust, and horror rushed to my head.

I imagined
grabbing the machine gun from the first passing guard and running
back inside and killing every one of those men. Then I’d watch them
writhe around on the floor, suffering a slow, painful death ...
Because that’s what each of them deserved—a slow, agonizing death.
Nothing quick. Not jail—that was far too kind. Justice would be
dropping them into a pit of rats, covered in blood, and having the
rats gnaw at them over days ... no weeks.

Each and every
molecule in my body had been slowly bottling up with rage and
disgust through the dinner. I knew if I was shaken the wrong way,
I’d explode into a frothy, screaming mess of a lunatic. I felt like
I had to let go, scream, do anything to release all the emotions
that were treading across my insides.

I’d survive
it, but those girls ... I wasn’t so sure how long they would. And
Kai’s newly acquired gift, God, her eyes would haunt my dreams for
eternity. She’d been terrified when I tried to offer her comfort.
Panic overrode any other emotion that may have once been part of
that girl.

Tonight I had
watched in horror the degradation of human beings.

Logan walked
me back across the courtyard, his hand on the small of my back.
“You did good, Emily.” Logan’s words hit me as if he’d taken a bat
and slammed it across my face. Good? I did good?

His words were
the wrong ones. They shook the rage-filled molecules, and they all
popped at the same time.

“
Good!
Good! I did
good
?” I
screamed and then threw myself at him and began punching. I didn’t
care where or how, just as long as my fists were hitting something.
I heard his curse as my fist connected with his jaw.

“How could
you? How could you? Why did you do that? And those girls? You let
them be abused. You let it happen while those pieces-of-shit men
destroy them.” I punched him again and again. “They’re human
beings, damn it.” The images of the girl’s dead eyes pressed into
the forefront of my brain. “Kai is going to kill her. She’s almost
dead now. How can you let him do that?”

“
Emily.
Stop it.” He tried to control me, but I was out of control, the
images of what they suffered screaming through me.
“Mouse!”
Logan’s use of my nickname was
lost to my screams, drowned beneath the undeniable
anger.

I was crying
and screaming at the same time. My voice unrecognizable as I yelled
at him. He hooked me around the waist, put has hand over my mouth
and picked me up while I continued to scream muffled words. It was
then I saw Alfonzo running toward us.

“Jesus, Emily.
Damn it.”

Alfonzo
stopped. “Sculpt.”

Logan let me
go and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Knees. Now.”

I knew what
Alfonzo could do to me, so I did what I was told, but my body still
shook with anger.

“Give her to
me,” Alfonzo said. “Raul is furious. We heard her screams
inside.”

I grabbed
Logan’s leg. “Please. No. Don’t let him take me. I’ll be good. I
promise. Please.”

I never in my
life thought I’d beg like that, I don’t think anyone ever thinks
they will until they’re faced with this. My mind was only built to
take so much, and going through the torture again would kill me. I
needed that piece of me that still wanted to live, to fight, to one
day have my dream of freedom come true. Alfonzo was going to take
that away. He was going to destroy that last fragment of hope, and
I would become like those other girls. I’d die inside.

“No,” Logan
said to Alfonzo, and I choked back the sobs as overwhelming relief
settled into me. “I’ll take care of this.”

The sound of
long, casual strides came toward us. I kept my head bowed, but knew
the moment he came near enough who it was by his distinct
smell—Raul.

“Take her.”
Raul’s instructions to Alfonzo were clear. There wasn’t a single
ounce of sympathy in his steel tone. “I knew it wouldn’t last.”

Alfonzo
grabbed my arm and dragged me to my feet. I could’ve begged Raul,
but it was too late. I knew that. I also knew I had nothing to lose
because going to the room downstairs or being sold would be the end
of who I was.

I stood
immobile in front of Raul then slowly raised my head until I met
his eyes.

They flickered
with surprise for a second at my bold, direct gaze.

“Emily.”
Logan’s warning was low and barely audible. “Alfonzo get her out of
here.”

Alfonzo
tugged, and I whipped around, hitting my two forefingers into
Alfonzo’s trachea. He let me go, staggering backward, choking.
Before Raul and Logan could stop me, I reeled around and slammed my
elbow into Raul’s face so hard I felt his cheekbone crack.

“Emily!” Logan
shouted grabbing for me.

I knew I’d
have no chance against him if he got a hold of me. He taught me
everything I knew. It was Alfonzo who took me to the ground, his
fury in every movement. His knee dug into the small of my back, and
my arms were yanked behind me so hard I swear they both
dislocated.

I felt
something cold and hard press against my head. With my cheek shoved
into the ground by Alfonzo’s hand, I couldn’t lift my head, but,
from the corner of my eye, I saw Raul crouched down beside me, a
gun pushed against my temple.

He cocked the
hammer.

“Raul,” Logan
snapped.

“I knew you
were too close to her.” Raul pressed the gun harder into my temple.
“I should kill her right now.” I could hear his heavy breathing and
smelled the scent of his last cigarette. “It is a good thing you’re
beautiful. You’re worth far more to me alive then the satisfaction
of blowing your brains out. Perhaps Kai is interested. He did find
you attractive.”

“She’s mine,
Raul. I won the fight, or did you forget that?”

“And did you
forget who you’re talking too? Any of those men here tonight would
be willing to buy her right now.”

Silence.

“You know how
I operate, and second chances don’t exist in this world. She
belongs to me now.” Raul tapped his gun against my head. “Or would
you rather I shoot her?”

I couldn’t see
what Logan did, but I heard the shuffle of feet, and I knew ... I
knew Logan walked away.

1 hour
later

I sat
blindfolded in the torture room, tied to the metal bed. Every noise
made me jump then my body quivered with fear as I waited for ...
what, I didn’t know. Was Raul selling me off right now? Were one of
those men going to own me? Kai? Would Raul have Alfonzo “train” me
first?