Q, my master, wanted to use his belt. And I wanted him to.
Brute shifted, nudging me with his cock. My body revolted, stomach snarled, and tears flurried down my cheeks. No, no, no.Brute grunted, forcing his way inside. My flesh rejected him, burning with violation.
Hips thrust, burying himself deep. His head dropped as he shuddered, grinning at Driver. She’s f**king tight. You’ll enjoy this one.Driver growled. Hurry up. He forced horrible fingers into my mouth, tasting of sourness and metal.While Driver f**ked my mouth with fingers, Brute thrust his hips, bucking with violence. Heavy breathing rained on my face, horrid, rancid.
I tried to shut everything off. I wanted to bite Driver’s fingers—I wanted to fight. I’d been reduced to a piece of meat.My ears rang, and the room swam with delirium. Mirrors reflected Brute’s na**d ass as he f**ked me. My eyes were haunted, and Driver loomed with a manic look on his face.
A loud bang sounded from somewhere in the house; Brute faltered in rhythm. I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t want to see if more men arrived—if I’d be subjected to endless purgatory. I never wanted to open my eyes again.
Another bang, then empty air. Brute’s horrible c**k disappeared and his weight flew off. My hair jerked, then released as Driver screamed.No, Clancy said, moving around so he was sitting on the edge of the desk in front of me. He wants to make arrangements to leave and take you with him. Don’t try to cover for him, Ruby. It’s the same for everyone. I don’t doubt for a second that he’s desperate enough to tell his parents the location of this camp.
He would never, I said, getting riled up on Chubs’s behalf. Really.You were there when we had intruders a few weeks ago. You saw how easy it could be for someone to slip past our defenses. What if they hadn’t triggered the alarm? We would have been in serious trouble. Clancy’s face was dark, worried. If Charles wants to contact his parents, tell him he needs to fill out a request with instructions on how to do it, just like everyone else. I have to base my decisions on what might threaten the camp’s security—no matter how much I want to help you help your friend.
It was no good. Chubs would rather not contact his parents at all than grant a stranger access to his only means of safely communicating with them.Though, Clancy said after a moment, sitting down next to me and kicking his legs up on the desk. There is something that could persuade me.