Page 49 of Complete Me
I turn my head and look away as he grabs his length over his stained jeans.
“No, not gonna look? Fine, darlin’, you’re just gonna sit there while I get myself off then.”
Oh, god, no. Please. I squeeze my eyes closed as I hear the zipper of his jeans slide down and then the noise of him spitting. Please don’t let this happen. I dig my nails into the palms of my hands, hoping with all my might that he stays over there, that he doesn’t touch me. The noise of him beating his dick echoes through the room, his loud, labored breathing and heavy grunts.
“I’m gonna fuck your ass until you split in two, darlin’. You’re gonna be chained down and forced to take all of us. You’re gonna look so fuckin’ good when your skin blooms with purple and red. Fuck. Oh fuck.”
His grunts get louder and louder until they finally stop, and I hear him shuffling around, the noise of his zipper, and then finally the opening of the door.
“You’re gonna beg for me when Prez gets his hands on you. You’re gonna wish you had never told me no.”
I gasp for a breath as I bat away the tears streaming down my face.
“Can I take a shower? Please?”
Reid looks at me with the saddest, most desperate expression I’ve ever seen in my life. His eyes are pinched in pain, his bottom lip jutting out with a slight tremble, as if seeing me this way is breaking him, too.
“Of course you can. I have some clothes you can wear when you get out.”
I nod my head, letting Reid grasp my hand and pull me to stand. Together, we walk to the bathroom, where he flicks on a harsh fluorescent light.
“There’s no girlie soap or anything, but you can use whatever is in there. I’ll get you some better stuff from Rolo’s old lady for you to use next time.”
I just nod my head, sure that the adrenaline crash has started, my body becoming very numb, reality setting in. Reid opens the glass door and reaches in to start the shower for me, and then retreats to the doorway.
“Thank you, Reid.”
“Anything for you, Kins. I’ll get you a clean towel.” With that, Reid leaves the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. I strip out of my soiled clothes, avoiding the large mirror in front of me. I can only imagine what I look like right now, and it’s the last thing I want to see. I just want to get clean, scrub my body to within an inch of my life to get their hands and eyes off my skin.
I step into the shower, welcoming the spray of hot water as it cascades down my skin. I reach for the soap, pouring some blue gel into the palm of my hand. I start at my neck and work my way down, using the pads of my fingers to scrub at my skin. When that doesn’t feel good enough, I start to scratch, leaving heavy red marks down my arms and chest. I heave in a choked sob, gasping for breath as I drop to my knees on the cold tile floor. My cries come out uncontrollably as I roll onto my side, pulling my knees to my chest.
I’m safe.
I’m safe.
“I’m safe.”
“Kinsey?” Reid’s voice breaks through my sobs, but I can’tanswer him, I can’t think about anything other than being locked up in that room with those evil men leering at me, their hands reaching out and grabbing, their voices in my head, the threats, the feeling of pure terror that stuck with me like a terminal disease. The desperate way I clung to hope that I would find a way out. The anger and embarrassment over being taken in the first place.
“Kins, sweetheart, you’re killin’ me. What can I do, baby? Tell me and I’ll fix it for you.Please.”
When I don’t answer, the shower door opens, and I barely register it. The next thing I know, I’m being picked up and put into his large lap over his denim jeans. Reid covers my body with a towel as the water jets down on us, soaking him as he sits at the bottom of the shower. He doesn’t seem to care as he holds me to him. I curl in as close as physically possible, my arms wrapped tightly around my knees, my head under his chin. He holds me against his massive chest, his hands rubbing up and down over my now towel-covered back.
“Shh. You’re safe. I’m here and I’m not letting you go. Do you understand?”
God, I hope with everything I am that he speaks truthfully. I’ve never felt safer than I do when I’m in his arms. After a while, my sobs slow, my tears dry up, and my breathing comes at a more regular pace.
“Thatta girl. Just breathe for me. Deep breaths, baby. Just one at a time. You’re so strong. So fuckin’ brave. I’m so proud of you.”
I can’t bring myself to say anything back, because what is there to say?
“I would hold you in here until you’re ready to leave, but the water is getting cold, and I want to get you warm.”
I nod my head against Reid’s chest as he stands, making it look so easy as he barely jostles me against him. Once the wateris turned off, he steps out of the shower with me in his arms, bridal style.
“I just need to switch out your towel, sweetheart, hold on.”
Reid sets me on my feet for a brief moment as the towel falls off my body with a wet plop at our feet. Within a split second, I’m surrounded by the warmth of an extra-large, plush towel and pulled back into his arms. It doesn’t even cross my mind that Reid has clearly seen me naked now, and I can’t even be bothered about it.
