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I shake my head vehemently, and he reaches down and grips my chin.
"Oh? You charged them?"
Tears flow from my eyes, and I curse myself. How thefuckdid I get into this situation?Again?!
"No! I haven't fucked anyone!"
"Such a lying whore, isn't she?" Lawson bares his teeth before glancing into the darkness behind him. "Do you like lying whores?" My body starts to tremble when Lawson slaps my cheeks lightly. "Because I don't."
"Please…"
Thiscan'tbe it. This can't be the rest of my life. I won't be a prisoner, a victim…Ican't.
"So, luckily for you, one of those little rich boys has paidheavilyto fuck you. It didn't take long to find one."
I bow my head, knowing that the little rich boys he's referring to are boys I've gone to school with. It will be someone I've seen in the hall, passing by them as we both head to our respective classes. Who?
Does it matter who?!
But then Lawson waves behind him. "I'm going to record this." He sighs and looks at me with disappointment. "Do you realize how much money you've made me lose?"
I can't answer. I try to scramble for my strength, but it's gone. I'm back to being the weak little girl in Lawson's flat all those years ago.
"Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"
I can't speak.What does he want me to say?
"Maybe start with an apology."
I can't help but laugh, and his hand stings my cheek, so suddenly I gasp. Blood spurts from my lip, but he doesn't stop—he reaches down to my throat and squeezes.
Someone curses behind him, and Lawson frowns, leaning closer. His disgusting, familiar breath makes me retch. "Maybe I can charge them to fuck your corpse. Some prefer that."
I try to fight him, my fingers scrabbling at his, but to no avail. He finally releases me, and I gasp at the air, desperately trying to breathe.
I'm going to die here.
He rips my bra from my chest, the back of it snapping and clawing my skin as he drags it off, squeezing my nipples until I scream in pain.
Next are my panties, and I fight him with everything I have. He punches me in the side of the head, and I feel dizzy, vaguely aware of my panties sliding down my legs.
"She's all yours. I'll record everything; you get a copy if you want to pay extra. You can buy more for your friends if you want." Lawson is speaking to someone, and I try to lift my head when I feel a weight dip onto the bed.
"Please," I whisper, trying to focus.
The white light dims a little, and I stare at the man on the bed above me, the familiar emerald eyes making me scream in terror.
His hands circle my wrists, and his head dips down so his eyes are directly above mine. His cologne invades my nostrils, and I gag, praying this is a fucking nightmare.
"Hey, Molly." His voice sounds…empty. Sad, almost. His eyes skirt over my body, and he licks his lips, but it doesn't meet his eyes.
What's going on?
"Jagger…" I rasp, wincing when he tightens his grip. "Please help me!"
Jagger doesn't even look up at me, his gaze locked on my body.
"Please. Jagger,please."
