Page 68 of Emmy's Ride

“Now,” he said, “touch your breasts. Imagine it’s your lover’s hands. Pinch your nipples. Make yourself ache for him.”

The rush of nausea I felt was overwhelming, and I didn’t move.

“Disobedience has consequences,” he warned.

Tears burned in my eyes.

I forced myself to think of Austin. His touch. His voice. The way he held me like I was his.

I let my hands move, not for The Ghost, not for his sick enjoyment—but to survive.

I kept my eyes closed, picturing Austin’s rough hands instead of my own. I thought of the way he whispered my name against my skin, how he made me feel safe, worshipped.

“Good girl,” the voice murmured. “Now, between your legs.”

I froze.

“No?” He chuckled malevolently. “Then perhaps my men will assist?—”

“No,” I whispered. I couldn’t let them touch me.

Teardrops slipped down my cheeks as I obeyed, my mind a battlefield between shame and survival. I focused on Austin, on the memory of his mouth on me, the heat of his body, the way he made me feel like the only woman in the world.

My body trembled as I reached the edge, and when I shattered, I bit my lip to keep from screaming his name.

But he heard.

“Oh,muñeca,” he sighed, satisfied. “You please me.”

I collapsed against the bed, my body wracked with silent sobs.

“Get some sleep,” he said. “We’ll play again soon.”

The speakers clicked off, and the room was silent once more.

But inside me, the war raged on.What had I just done?

The next morning, it happened again. He wasn’t pleased until I’d gotten myself off to thoughts of Austin. I felt like an online hooker.

That afternoon, he directed me through another deranged act, pushing me further. My anger grew with every demand, every twisted order.

That night, when a package was delivered to my room, I knew what it was before I even opened it. A vibrator.

My hands clenched into fists.

The voice purred through the speakers. “Use it for me.”

I lifted my chin, fire burning in my veins. I had obeyed to survive. But this?

I gritted my teeth. “No.”

A sardonic chuckle. “No?”

I met the camera with steady eyes. “You’ll have to kill me.”

The man hummed as if he found my declaration funny. “Oh,muñeca. I’m not done with you yet.”

I didn’t know what consequences would come. But I did know one thing. I wouldn’t break.

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