Page 15 of Kings Fear No One
I squeeze my eyes shut and listen to the words Logan breathes in my ear.
“It’s going to be alright,” he says. “Count the days.”
My lips move, repeating him, though no sound comes out.
Count the days.
“We’ll get out of here.”
We’ll get out of here.
“You’re going to be alright.”
I’m going to be alright.
“Harder!” growls the Leader. “Believer Logan, you have more passion for your bride than that. Show us.”
I wince as Logan grips me tighter and his thrusts become rougher. I tell myself I’m swimming. I’m making my escape. The fantasy blooms in my imagination and lets me wander away from the moment.
My mind elsewhere, my body responds on its own. I’m hit with a shudder that racks through me, starting in my sex. I’ve been bent over the table as Logan half collapses on top of me and buries himself deep.
Our heavy breathing fills the room for seconds to come.
Everyone’s waiting on the Leader’s reaction. His grin has gone nowhere. He’s more pleased than ever.
“Bravo, Believer Logan. Guards, take them back to their cabin. They’ve entertained enough.”
Amos and Brody flank us before we’ve even had a chance to right our clothes. We’re escorted out of the dining room in the main house and returned to our cabin.
“That was quite a show you put on, girl,” says Amos. “All that panting and shaking.”
The insides of my stomach knot up as he bursts into laughter and slams the cabin door shut. His laughter echoes until he’s disappeared into the main house.
I feel sick enough to spew what little is in my stomach.
Logan’s turned his back on me. He’s reached for his workman boots and the rag he shines them with.
I’m a shaky, emotional wreck. I hang by the door wondering if he’ll notice. He’ll offer the same comfort he did in the dining room as he…
I swallow down more nausea.
My first night as a captive I had my virginity stolen from me. I hadn’t consented to being tied down in a bed and taken in front of a room full of people by a man I didn’t know. No matter how loud I screamed or desperately I fought, it happened anyway.
I was broken. I was damaged.
As the distraction I found earlier fades away, it’s sinking in. I’ve been broken again, damaged again.
The only solace I can find in a situation so dark and disturbing is that I was with…
“L-Logan,” I sputter. I take a couple steps forward.
He doesn’t look at me. He scrubs harder into the boot’s worn leather. “What?”
“I need…” I choke on the next sob that bubbles up.
“Lay down. Get some rest.”
The coldness confuses me. The security I felt earlier, wrapped in his arms, no longer exists.
