Page 63 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

“Good enough for me.” His fist connected with my face and everything went black.

“Come on.” Tap. Tap. Tap. “Time to wakey-wakey.” A woman’s voice filtered into my ear.

My arms felt like they were being pulled up off my body and my feet? I moved them around and could only stand on the balls of my feet.

Why am I cold?

I blinked my eyes a few times and slowly things came into focus. The Bishop woman stood before me with a smile on her face.

“There he is!”

I looked down and saw why I felt cold, and she laughed.

“About now is when you should realize you’re at a distinct disadvantage.”

I gave my arms a jerk, which sent my body into a swaying motion, moving my feet from the floor and pulling harder on my shoulders.

“Tsk-tsk.” She shook her head. “It’s the first thing everyone tries and since I know what a bastard you are, I’ll let you in on a little secret.” She giggled and stepped closer. “It makes me laugh every. Single. Time.”

I snarled at her and tried to lunge, which humored her further. “Bitch!”

“Now, Sean, who do you think will make sure you eat every day?” She gave me a wink. “I can feed you good things or I can feed you shit.”

“Anna?” Dom’s voice came down the stairs, and I smiled at her as I heard someone coming down the stairs.

“He’ll let me go, you crazy bitch.”

She turned and ran into his arms once he took a step into the room and he embraced her. “I see he’s awake.”

“I tired of waiting and gave him some love taps.”

He lifted her chin up and kissed her. Their mouths were open, showing me how their wet tongues played together.

“Hey! Dom!” I growled.

With his tongue still twirling with hers, he glanced at me. “Wha?”

“She’s got me locked up! Let me go!” I pulled at the chain again and swayed more.

Dom’s laughter filled the room, and he stepped away from his whore to come to me. “Oh, Anna, you were right!”

“I’m telling you, it’s as if they lose their minds.”

I heard footfalls on the steps and I cried out. “Help! Help me!” The weird guy that worked here at the inn came down the stairs with a metal bucket in his hand and the old man from the diner on his heels. “Help!”

The old man looked over, and an evil smile spread across his face. “I brought something special for you.”

Dom turned away from me, linked his hand with that bitch’s and they left the room. The creepy guy stood behind me and held me in place while the old man went to the bucket and moved something in it before pulling it out.

“Got him?”

“Yes, sir.” The man behind me wrapped his arms around mine and held my head still. “He’s ready.”

“This is for every sweet girl you hurt.”

“Wha? What are you?” I saw the red metal of the branding iron as it passed my eyes and lined up with my forehead. “No!” I could feel the heat coming off of it in waves and I tried to move, but the weirdo had some unnatural strength to him.

I felt tears falling down my cheeks. “Stop! I’ll be good. I’ll….” The searing iron came closer until it connected to my forehead. I heard the sizzle of my flesh before I felt the intense pain which made me scream until my voice faded away and everything went black.

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