Page 3 of Daddy Brigadier

He doesn’t even attempt to wipe the spit off himself. Instead, he seems to savor it as if it were a prized trophy. He clamps his hand around my throat, his fingers digging in as if he intends to take my very last breath. “You’re going to pay for that.”

He releases my throat, and I gasp, my chest tightening on a deep inhale.

With a menacing laugh, he nods at the man behind me, who then delivers a sharp kick to the back of my knees. I crumple to the ground, yet the man behind holds me in place, his grip still firm around my wrists, pinning them behind my back.

I fight to pull my hand away, but he holds my palm right there, grinding against it. His gaze seems to burn over my shoulder, and his breath is hot, reeking of liquor.

“Hurry, I want my turn,” he complains, making my skin crawl.

“You got the other girl. This one is all mine,” the older man replies, licking his lips as he runs his thumb over my mouth.

I wince at his touch, and a wave of revulsion washes over me.

My hands curl into tight fists against my back, a strong urge to kill this guy swelling within me. If only I could break free from the man behind, the one whose strength is beyond mine, while we’re in this position.

The man unbuckles his belt and pulls down his slacks, slipping his hard penis from his underwear. It’s big, straining at the skin, and pointing right at me. Staring at it, I’m frozenin shock, trying to scream, but my voice has become trapped somewhere in my chest.

This can’t be happening. All the fucked-up things I’ve done, the predicaments I’ve managed to escape from, how the hell did I walk into this one?

The man before me strokes himself, bringing his penis to my mouth.

My eyes close, my mouth shaking in defiance away from the head of his penis. He pulls my hair, jerking me off the ground. My eyes open, welling with tears like some pathetic girl.

He rubs his tip against my mouth. “Be a good girl. You might enjoy it.” His words meant to humiliate me, framed as if he were helping me. But his every touch makes my stomach twist painfully, roiling. I bite down, pressing my lips tight together, desperate not to let him inside my mouth.

He takes his time, his arousal hovering in front of my lips. Then he opens my mouth with this thumb. “I want to see those pretty lips around my dick.”

There’s a sharp knock on the door. “Run!” I yell desperately, unwilling to let Robyn get hurt too. “Run!” I plead, urging her to escape.

The blond guy releases me, running over to the door.

“Are you okay in there? I’m calling the cops!” the maintenance man yells through the door. He tries to force the door open, but the blond guy slams it shut, blocking his way.

The man looming over me is momentarily distracted by the commotion, giving me a second to reach into my pocket. As he turns back, he snarls, “I guess we’ll need to take a rain check.” His voice is menacing, each word dripping with a promise.

He’s preoccupied with zipping up his pants, completely unaware as I flick open my knife. Gripping the blade firmly in my fist, I swing my arm around and cut across his cheek.

“Bitch!” he shouts, slapping my cheek hard.

I crash to the ground, clutching my face, tears brimming for the second time.

He grabs my cheeks, squeezing them tightly enough to leave marks, pulling his face unnervingly close to mine. “I know who you are,” he warns, an unmistakable threat lacing his words.

That’s when I notice the golden ring on his finger, showcasing a symbol I recognize all too well.

The man edges away from me, heading toward the door. My gaze lifts, and I see the maintenance guy walk in, a gun barrel pressed against his head, his hands lifted high in surrender. As the men sweep out into the hall, they vanish in an instant, leaving an eerie, overwhelming silence.

“I’m calling the police.” The man grabs his phone from his pocket, his eyes wild and panicked.

“No! Help me get her out, and I’ll make sure you get $5,000 for staying silent.” He looks over me, seeing Ruby lying on the floor. He slips the phone back into his pocket, rushing over to her.

I reach for the table, relying on it as a sturdy support to help me rise to my feet. Immediately, I recognize the drugs on the table by their distinctive logo. I know exactly who the dealer is.

Robyn rushes through the door, her eyes falling on Ruby, silent in shock.

“Help!” I shout, desperately trying to wrap the nearly dead body in a robe.

Robyn shakes off her confusion, wrapping her arms tight around Ruby as we desperately try to carry her out of the room.