Page 80 of Justyce
“Get used to it. It’ll only get rougher,” he declares, the sinister glint flitting through his eyes.
I want to cry out, lash out and run as fast as I can. Looking over his shoulder I notice the door is open. Unfortunately there is another barred one after it so there goes my escape plan. I’m trapped, or in other words, fucked.
Draconis smirks and I’m guessing he knows what my eyes are fixated on. Slowly his hand moves lower and I hear the teeth of his zipper hiss as he lowers it. Refusing to lower my gaze to solidify what he’s doing I keep it on the barred door behind him.
Trepidation bleeds through my entirety. He’s going to rape me, or worse, kill me, and there is no one here to rescue me.
Sweat trickles down my back and goosebumps prickle over my exposed breasts. He’s watching me, scrutinizing my every nuance and I stupidly looked down to seeing him pull his dick from his pants before returning my eyes to the door.
My teeth clench so tight I feel the impending headache creeping in. I need to think of something, anything to get out of this. A desert sits in my mouth and I hate that he’s taken my voice from me without even trying.
This is not who I am. I am not the girl who allows herself to be raped, but I’m also not naïve to think I stand a chance at escaping his wrath, especially when he has a gun.
I don’t look down, but from the way his arm is moving I know he’s stroking himself. The grin on his face widens, his blue eyes piercing through mine as the crease in his forehead deepens.
“I took you for the type who’d want to watch,” he pants. “Look down, little one. Have a taste of what having you at my beck and call does to me.”
Defiance settles deep within every cell and I withdraw further into myself, refusing to capitulate to his command.
“I’m going to enjoy breaking you,” he grinds out again then I feel his cum splash all over my belly.
Hot tears form behind my eyes but I won’t allow them to fall, won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing how he’s affected me.
Draconis tucks himself inside his pants then reaches forward and rubs his cum around my navel and onto my breasts. “Next time,” he chuckles. “Next time I won’t be so kind. Don’t fuck with me, Kenzi, because you won’t like what happens to broken little girls when they do.”
His hand moves lower and I don’t even let out a breath. Draconis dips his fingers into my waistband and I realize he’s not done with me. His greasy hand slides over my pubic bone and I shrink back as far as the wall will let me.
The fear swallows me and I can tell by the way his eyes are shimmering he’s enjoying it. Just as he’s about to reach my clit a voice bellows out.
“Draconis? Where the fuck are you?”
My blood runs cold, and I know if I was to see my reflection in the mirror I’d be whiter than a ghost.
“Georgie,” I choke out and Draconis smiles wide.
“You’ve met I take it.”
Images come crashing back like a tidal wave as I remember a much younger Georgie and my insides flip flop at the memories. A shudder takes over my body when I remember the way he used to look at me when I was a teenager.
Rounding the corner, I’m not at all surprised that he looks exactly the same, minus the lanky frame. Instead, he’s filled out and I recall Bianca stating that he was a steroid junkie. I repress the urge to giggle in his face, thinking of how small his dick must actually be.Not the time, Kenzi!I’m clearly losing my mind.
A grin sits smugly on his lips as his eyes leisurely roam up and down my body. Realization blooms and I cover my boobs with my forearm, cringing when it swipes through Draconis’s cum.
Georgie sinks deeper into the cell, as he assesses me further with now heated blue eyes.
“I’ve always wondered what those tits would look like. Such a pity it’s not my cum coating them,” he jeers.
I ignore his jab because I don’t have time for his bullshit. “What the fuck are you doing here, Georgie?”
He laughs, causing the tattoos on his face to dance along and his voice triggering a memory. It was him. He was the one who kidnapped me. Fury festers inside me like a wound bubbling over and I snap, “Why the fuck did you bring me here! What have I ever done to you for fuck sakes!”
Draconis tuts. “Such a filthy mouth. I’ll be able to fix that.”
My eyes dart between the pair of them, their eerie eyes flickering with danger and mischief. I really need to learn to shut my mouth.
“No need. She’ll behave. Won’t you Kenzi Bear?” Georgie mocks.
The sound of the nickname he called me as a teen has my anger at boiling point and somewhere in the process I lose my mind. I’m standing in this cell with my step-uncle and a Mafia Boss who has gun, yet I can’t stop the stupidity as it explodes from within. I launch toward Georgie only to be flung back and slapped across the face by Draconis.
