Page 61 of Tainted Truth

“No more going in my office.” It’s not a request. It’s a demand. He’s letting me know his word is law, and I better fall in line.

I nod my head violently, hoping he interprets it as enthusiasm. Right now, I’m praying that agreeing with anything he says will keep me safe. That’s what they say to do in the movies, right? Play along.

Pushing my luck, I turn over onto my knees and crawl to him. “I promise. No more going into your office.”

“Do you want to know why we shot him?”

Shaking my head, I swallow the lump in my throat and answer him. “No. It’s none of my business.”

“Damn right, it’s not.” Pierce appears next to Anthony.

“You’re going to have to prove it to me, Flower.”

Dread floods my heart. “H-how?”

“I’m so glad you asked.” Anthony smirks down at me then turns. “Pierce.”

In a flash, Pierce lifts me up by my arms. He pulls me over to the countertop and slams me down on the cold marble. My head spins when it makes contact, and my breath is knocked out of my lungs.

I move to sit up, but Pierce holds me down by my shoulders. Kicking out my legs, I squirm and try to break free of his hold.

Anthony undoes his belt as he approaches me. The clink of the buckle echoes in my ears and draws my attention.

He’s hard.

Oh God. Please no.

“What are you doing? Anthony! Stop!” I already know the answer, but this can’t be what I think it is. He’s a good man. A loving man.

“You’re going to give me exactly what I want.” The zipper is loud and reveals his red silk boxers with the head of his dick poking through.

I thrash with more vigor, but Pierce holds firm.

This isn’t right. This isn’t the man I know.

“Stop moving!” A sting rushes across my cheek as my head is thrown to the side. I gasp in pain, and a metallic taste floods my mouth.

“I said to stop moving!” A gun is thrust into my mouth, and I freeze. Sobs freely leave me, along with more salty tears.

Anthony leans down and licks the side of my face. “This is happening, Flower.”

The gun leaves my mouth, and another slap on my other cheek forces my face to the side. A knife cuts my clothing to pieces, revealing my skin.

“You’re going to be with me forever.”

Thrust.

“You’re going to have my children.”

Thrust.

“You’re going to do anything and everything I say.”

Thrust.

“You’re going to marry me and be my good little wife, giving me this cunt whenever I want it.”

Thrust.

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