Page 56 of Corrupt Desires

“Not yet, though, I’m expecting him to show up soon seeing that Emilia has been brought back to the bedroom.”

“Is it bad?”

“She has a few more cuts on her body, the biggest across her abdomen and a few cuts to her arms from what I could see. They’re still keeping her naked, James. You all should probably plan on bringing clothes for all the women to change into once the men are taken out.”

“Yeah, good point,” I reply, my hands gripping the arms of my chair with punishing force.

“Already thought of it. My men have sweats and shirts for all the women. We counted four of them in addition to Emilia,” replies Kayden from his seat at the other end of the table. “In five hours, we’ll get geared up, loaded up, and join my men so we can be ready for night to fall. Everyone should rest up before we head out, we all need to be in peak form to make sure this mission goes off without a hitch.”

“Ten-four,” Aleks and Donovan reply in unison, excusing themselves from the table so they can rest before it’s time to go.

I level Kayden with a look. “I just woke up from sleeping twelve hours, Kayden. There’s no possible way I could sleep more, I’m too high strung to get any rest.”

“I didn’t expect you to. Instead, Franklin here is going to go over the plans with you, we added a few touches to the original plan, and it’s crucial you know what to expect.”

Nodding my understanding, I look to Franklin to get the details I missed.

“Wait, what about me?” asks Matteo, sitting up in his chair and slapping a hand onto the table.

Kayden levels Matteo a look that would send the strongest man running for the hills. “You would be a liability, Matteo. Your face is so swollen you can barely see anything.”

“That’s bullshit. I can see just fine. You just don’t want to bring me. It’s because of Emilia, isn’t it?”

“You know as well as I do that Emilia would cut off my balls if something happened to you. She didn’t trade herself in to endure this torture just to have you get killed trying to rescue her.”

Matteo sits back in his chair and crosses his arms. “Fine, but I’m not happy about it.”

Now that it’s settled, I turn back to Franklin so he can fill me in on all the information needed to pull off this rescue mission.

We’re getting Emilia back, and the plan ensures that none of those fuckers make it out alive.

Thirty-Six

Emilia

As I’m shoved back into the bedroom, Jess wakes with a start from her position curled up on the cot.

“Stupid fucking bitch. I can’t wait to have another lesson with you once you’re stitched up again,” spits Vincent, eyeing me hungrily where I’m sprawled on the floor, the cut on my stomach dripping blood all over the place. It makes the floor slick and difficult for me to push up into a sitting position. I’m a complete mess, blood smeared all over my body, Vincent’s cum dried on my chest, and my sex pounding from the abuse I’ve endured at his hands. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

“The doctor should be here soon, then, princess, we’ll see if you’ve learned anything from your lessons,” he says as he turns, shutting the door behind him and turning the lock, eliminating our only means of escape.

Jess peeks over at me, pity in her eyes as she takes in the sorry state of me. “They really did a number on you this time, didn’t they?” she asks.

“You could say that again… Lorenzo showed up mid-lesson, the fucking bastard.”

“You know him on a personal level, outside of this hellhole?”

“He was like an uncle to me growing up. I never would have thought that he held such hatred for me and my family,” I respond, grimacing as the blood still runs in rivers down my body. I’m worried I’m losing too much blood.

“That’s really fucked up. But hey, the doctor should be here soon. I’m sure he’ll get you patched up,” she responds tentatively. It’s evident she’s trying to lift my spirits.

“Yeah, just so those bastards can have another go at me,” I spit out, not necessarily meaning to take my anger out on her, but starting to feel defeated is making me lose my temper.

She winces at my response, knowing I speak the truth. Those bastards will just get me sewed up and ready to go for another lesson, intent on breaking my spirit and my body. I plan on pleading my case with the doctor today, hoping there’s a way he can get us out of here. Or at least Jess, if not me. I swore a promise to get her out of here, and I’ll keep my word, if it’s the last thing I do.

We stayed up late, long after the cries and screams quieted as the men settled down for rest last night. Jess told me about her life as an aspiring model. It’s how she met Anthony, actually. He pretended to be a photographer helping new-to-the-industry models build their portfolio. He drugged her at their photo shoot, and she’s been here ever since. The women are all kept apart so she doesn’t know the names of the other women, but she thinks they may be from similar situations as they are all beautiful, or at least they were before the abuse at the hands of the men.

“You said Kayden and James were going to get us out of here, right? We just need to hold out long enough to get rescued. We can do this, Emilia.”

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