Page 16 of Her Unflinching Warrior (Omega Sky)
The door to her cell, room, whatever she wanted to call it, opened. She couldn’t see who was in the doorway, they were backlit.
“What’s all the ruckus about?”
It was the man who’d copped a feel. Scratch that, he’d copped more than one feel. Both of her breasts were going to end up bruised.
Jada didn’t respond.
The wiry guy walked further into the room and started crooning to her.
“Did you miss me? Is that why you started making noise?” he asked in a low, sing-songy type of voice.
Jada kept silent.
“Girly, I asked you a nice, pleasant question. I want a nice, respectful answer,” he said as he crouched down beside her.
The bastard wanted a response. Wanted some sort of sign of weakness, but he’d have to beat her bloody to get it out of her. No way was she giving in to this piece of shit.
As he smoothed his hand over her curly hair she kept perfectly still.
“How do you feel about foreplay?” he whispered at her temple.
She gave him nothing.
Hot, moist breath hit her as his tongue wormed its way into her ear.
“Akk. Akk.” Jada tried to stop gagging, but she couldn’t.
“Awww, is your tum-tum upset?”
His hand snaked around her body and she felt his oily touch reach up under her t-shirt and mash against the flesh of her stomach.
Bile rose.
Jada slammed her lips together and her eyes watered. His fingers twisted and pressed into her stomach. She gasped. Before she heaved she turned her head so she was facing the monster, then vomit spewed.
“Bitch!” he roared.
Jada’s head hit the cement floor hard as he let her go. She heard him scampering backward, muttering obscenities.
Fucking asshole deserved it.
Blinding, unimaginable fire burst up her thigh.
“Fucking bitch!” he screamed as he kicked her again in the same place on her thigh, so hard that the burning pain blasted red fire that ran up her body and into her brain as she screamed.
“What’s going on in here?” a woman yelled as Jada’s world went from explosions of red and orange to almost daylight where she saw her tormentor swinging his foot toward her face before she rolled.
The blow to the back of her shoulders was fierce, but it could have been so much worse.
“Butch, what the hell are you thinking? If you kill her, the director won’t be able to question her. If one of us fucks up, we’ll all die.”
“She puked all over me,” Butch whined.
“Butch, have you damaged the merchandise?” another woman asked softly.
“N-n-no,” Butch stuttered.
“I don’t believe you, Butch. Come with me.” Her sweet, kind voice scared the hell out of Jada. These people were all whacked. She didn’t even want to think about how bad this director person could be.
