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“They went outside for a smoke,” he explained.
I shook my head, knowing that wasn’t the case. I turned away, hurrying to the entrance and then taking the stairs two at a time. My heart pounded violently in my chest, and I barely registered the world around me as I dreaded what I might find in my bedroom.
As I reached the top, I almost slid on the floor as I made a sharp turn and sprinted down the hallway toward the room. The door was closed, but that didn’t calm me. I stormed toward it, grabbing the handle, but the door was locked from the inside.
My fear intensified, and without hesitation, I stepped back, pounding my foot against the door repeatedly. The old wood couldn’t withstand my strength, and on the fifth try, I kicked the door in, sending splinters flying. However, what I found on the other side was a horrifying sight.
Chapter 31
-Alison-
Was it peculiar that I found myself hoping for Jared’s return? Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I knelt on the floor, waiting for him. The minutes dragged on, and I couldn’t shake a sense of boredom and unease. I had witnessed Astrid’s inclination for dominance and the degrading acts she had subjected Jared to. It left me wondering if he was truly prepared for whatever she might have in store for him. Jared appeared confident, both in himself and this dinner, but Astrid was rooted in a vastly different world. While hers had merged with Jared’s, she had been raised in it. Could he genuinely handle the games she might want to play tonight?
I couldn’t help but shift my weight, feeling drawn toward the door. I only wished to confirm that they were indeed having dinner, just to ease my racing heart. Or was my fear rooted in a different concern? Could it be that I worried about Jared suddenly developing a liking for the games Astrid wanted toplay?No, I reminded myself, Jared had thrown up after being coerced into pleasuring her. He didn’t like her, but that didn’t mean I enjoyed it any less the way he had looked before walking away. He had something planned, and the adult Jared possessed a way of asserting control that often involved baring it all.
I sighed and averted my gaze from the door. Time continued to slip away, evident from the slow disappearance of the sun, yet it did nothing to calm my anxious heart. The longer I waited, the faster my heart raced. What if he didn’t return? What if he left me here all night? But just as these worrisome thoughts consumed me, I heard footsteps drawing nearer.
A smile crept onto my face, relieved that Jared was making his way back. However, the footfalls seemed to echo strangely, hinting at the presence of more than one person. The door suddenly swung open, but it wasn’t Jared who entered. Instead, all of Astrid’s cousins filed in, closing and locking the door behind them.
“W-Where is Jared?” I stammered, my mind jumping to the conclusion that something terrible had happened to him, momentarily ignoring the dire predicament I now found myself in.
However, the men merely chuckled as they encircled me. One of them, the cousin I had only seen at dinner at Astrid’s house, had a severely bruised face, but the wounds didn’t appear fresh, leading me to believe they were not inflicted tonight.
They formed a half-circle around me, trapping me on all sides. I glanced between them, finally comprehending the gravity of my situation. One of them reached out, gripping my hair with a painful hold. I couldn’t recall the bruised man’s name, but his grasp elicited a whimper from me.
“How did he manage to capture someone as sweet as you?” he taunted.
I glared up at him. “Don’t let my appearance deceive you. I can be quite the icy bitch.”
Their laughter intensified as the bruised cousin began to undo his pants. I squeezed my eyes shut, my thoughts consumed by Jared’s whereabouts and well-being. Had they done something terrible to him? Surely, he wouldn’t have allowed them to come here, would he?
“Look at me,” the bruised cousin ordered, seizing my jaw and forcing me to meet his gaze. I reluctantly opened my eyes, tears stinging as he exposed himself and began stroking his cock in front of me. The others watched me with hungry eyes, and I knew they would all take their turns. He pulled me closer, but I began to resist, attempting to turn my head away.
“No!” I yelled, struggling to escape. But as I attempted to lean to the other side, he simply seized me by the collar and yanked me back.
“What is this, pretty thing?” he chuckled.
“Master’s Slut.” He ran his thumb over the letters, making it feel as if he were somehow touching me, filling me with disgust.
“Are you?” he mocked. “A slut?”
“Go to hell!” I growled before he slapped me forcefully, causing my head to whip to the side. This was not like the pain inflicted by Jared. There was sheer malice behind this slap, and it left me disoriented and in pain. However, he immediately pulled me back, his eyes revealing nothing but ill intentions.
“Your little Master may think he has a say in how things go, but he’s merely an outsider for show,” Finn remarked as the bruised man pushed me toward his erection and then forced it between my lips, causing me to gag.
The world spun around me, and I struggled to regain control of myself as he forced himself into my mouth with rough, relentless intensity. His thrusts were powerful, driving as deep as possible, climaxing abruptly and pulling out just as he did,filling my mouth with his release before spurting the rest onto my chest and collar.
Amidst their laughter and a shift in positions, Noah spoke up, his tone a mix of amusement and caution, “I can’t believe you risked placing it between her lips like that, Michael. She could have bitten it off.”
Michael let out a chuckle, seemingly unfazed by the near-consequence. “I like to live on the edge,” he quipped, though I couldn’t help but think I would have bitten him had he not nearly rendered me unconscious earlier.
Finn drew closer, lifting me from the floor only to bend me over the bed. I kicked out and screamed for him to get off, but my hands remained bound, and he overpowered me easily. He pressed my head into the mattress, stifling my cries. I continued to scream and squirm, but he used his strength to keep me in place, spreading my legs apart and pushing down on them. Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed into the bed, my protests futile.
Where was Jared? I strained to hear their voices as they conversed around me, their words echoing in my disoriented mind. I feared this torment was far from over, and the thought turned my stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to brace myself for what lay ahead. I felt more of Finn’s weight pressing down on me, and the head of his cock pushed inside me, but then he abruptly tensed above me. Their murmured conversation faded as I retreated deep within myself, seeking refuge from the impending violation.
Barely registering the sound of the door being kicked down, I felt the hand on my head release its grip, and I turned to see Jared standing in the doorway. Relief washed over me as I whispered, “Jared...”
For a brief moment, everyone remained still, but then Jared transformed into a side of him I had never witnessed before.I knew he was capable of violence, but this was an entirely different level. He retrieved a knife from his jacket and hurled it at Noah, impaling his shoulder, prompting a painful scream. Jared then launched himself at Michael, toppling him to the ground in a chaotic struggle that knocked over a large chair.
