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How dare he take her? I fucking told him that she belonged to me. If he lets anyone harm a hair on her head, I’ll cut their fucking heads off.
The mansion looms ahead, every window a reminder of the man who shaped me into the monster I am. I can almost hear his voice, smell his whiskey.
Soon, it’ll be over. One way or another.
I can see guards patrolling the grounds, their silhouettes stark against the bright lights.
The SUVs come to a stop just outside the mansion’s sightline, their engines dying in the silence of the night. One by one, the doors open, and Jasper’s men slip out like shadows, theirmovements smooth and soundless. Dressed in black from head to toe, they merge with the darkness, their weapons glinting faintly under the moonlight.
I step out of my car, the cold night air biting at my skin. My heart races, but my breathing remains steady. I nod to Jasper, who motions for his men to fan out, covering every angle of approach. They move like phantoms, their footsteps barely a whisper on the gravel path, blending seamlessly into the shadows cast by the towering trees.
No words are spoken. There’s no need. They’ve done this before—each man knows his role, slipping through the darkness like the trained predators they are.
As they approach the house, they hug the walls, bodies pressed against the cool stone, disappearing into the cover of the shrubbery. The guards, oblivious, patrol the perimeter, their gazes sweeping the grounds but missing the danger lurking just out of sight.
The group halts at Jasper’s signal. He raises two fingers, and half the men peel off, moving swiftly and silently toward the back entrance. The others creep forward, their eyes locked on the guards. Every movement is calculated, every breath controlled.
Like ninjas in the night, they close in on the house, invisible to the men who are about to meet their end.
I turn to Jasper, who has a feral look in his eyes. “You ready?”
He grins, his eyes gleaming in the light. “Let’s do this.”
He tosses me a gun, and I catch it, the cold metal a familiar and reassuring weight in my hand. I check the magazine, then chamber a round, the click echoing in the tense silence.
As we approach the house, the voices in my head start to scream again. But this time, they’re not telling me to run. They’re telling me to fight, to kill, to destroy. They’re telling meto embrace the darkness, to become the monster I was always meant to be.
I’m coming, Luella. I’m coming for you. And God help anyone who gets in my way.
Chapter 34
Luella
The pain is excruciating, but I force myself to disconnect, to drift away. I’m not here, in this filthy basement. I’m somewhere else, somewhere safe. I’m with Sophia, before everything went to hell. We’re laughing, running through fields of wildflowers, the sun warm on our faces. I can almost smell the sweet scent of the flowers, feel the grass beneath my feet.
But the illusion shatters as a sharp, brutal pain tears through me. I bite back a scream, tasting blood in my mouth. The men grunt and laugh, their hands rough and cruel. I want to fight back, to scream and claw and bite, but I know it’s useless. I have to save my strength, wait for the right moment. Their voices echo around me, and my stomach churns.
“God, she’s tight.”
“Fuck her ass, that’s even tighter!”
There’s a shift in the weight on me, and for a second, I can breathe. The next beast shoves himself into me, and I close my eyes as the other drops to his knees before me, the dick he’s just used to fuck my ass pressing against my lips. I can’t help but wretch, and he grabs my hair, leering down at me.
“I’ll rip your fucking hair from your scalp if you even fucking think about it,” he warns as I’m shoved forward by the bastard on top of me.
“Fuck! And that’s after you’ve had it!” The one behind groans, filling me all the way until tears stream down my cheeks.
It’s just physical. You can get through this.
“I can’t believe the old man let us have her first.” The man shoving his dick between my pursed lips chuckles. The stench of my own shit and his come fill my mouth as he rams it in, his thumb pressed above my cheekbone in warning.
So, if I bite him, he will crush what’s left of my cheekbone and rip my hair out.
It’s worth it.
I bite down hard as he screams, slapping me hard across the face and as promised, yanking my hair so hard he pulls out a fistful of it.
“You fucking stupid bitch! She made me bleed!” he yells, staring down at his now flaccid dick covered in blood. I beam at him as he punches me in the mouth, dislodging one of my teeth. But he’s not done. He hits me again as his friend bulldozes into me from behind, before striding over to a table.
