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“Why do you think I’ve been starving you?” he says as he steps into my space. I raise my hands but he’s quick to grab the chains close to the cuffs and pins them above my head. He’s much stronger than I am currently. “You’ll drink the first blood I put within your reach.”
I’m scared of how true that is as the thoughts of satiating my thirst overtake my mind again. I hate how much I’m aware of how close he is to my mouth, my fangs, and how much I want to sink my teeth into his flesh.
Adicious dips, running his nose up my neck, I shudder away from the touch and he chuckles again. I step away as far as my pinned arms will allow. He simply pushes closer, one of his thighs stepping between my legs to pin me to the wall, and to stop me wiggling from his grasp.
“Get the fuck off her,” Ty’s shout echoes around me. I hear his chains clang like he’s pulling against them but I can’t take my eyes off the predator surrounding me.
“I’m not sleeping with you either,” I spit out, which makes him still.
“I won’t be giving you a choice in that either,” he says into my ear but it's loud enough I know Ty hears. My breaths startcoming in panicked pants and my heart is beating so hard it's banging against my ribs.
His hand moves to my bare thigh, his fingers stroking up and over the boxer shorts, under the hem of the loose shirt. He hooks them into the waistband and gives a tug. Sweat breaks out over my body as I squirm away from his touch.
He’s going to force himself on me. Rape me and bite me and force me into a bond I’ve learnt to be so strong only death breaks it. Bile rises in my throat.
I start to fight in earnest. I don’t remember any of the self-defence sequences I have practised for years, or the ones Ty has been teaching me. I kick out in uncoordinated swings, my arms uselessly pinned above me. I even try to headbutt him in my panic but it's not enough. The more I try, the more desperate I become, the easier Adicious is able to block my blows.
“Why did you think I kept that traitor alive?” Adicious whispers in my ear, ignoring my attempts to destabilise him. “I want him to watch. I want him to see how his little rebel attempt failed. I want him to smell the bond which ties you to me. Only then will I kill him so he can die knowing how spectacularly he threw his pathetic life away.”
I know his words are intended to frighten me, and they do, but they’re the fuel I need to stoke the anger, making it rise up over the sheer terror currently in control of my body. He can do what he likes to me but I won’t let Ty be put through that.
I thrust my hips forward in an attempt to unbalance him as I can't get a good swing with my limbs. For half a second I feel Adicious’s balance waiver. He recovers by pushing his hips forward, grinding into me and letting me know how aroused he’s become.
I’m so repulsed I freeze.
Adicious takes advantage, using one hand to rip the boxers down from my hips, over my legs. He gets them to my knees, the fabric adding further restraint to my already limited motion.
Echoes of screams bounce off the walls. It takes a while to register they’re mine. I’m screaming and sobbing. Desperate pleas of “no”, and “stop”, are ripping from my lungs. It makes no difference. I’m trapped and he’s too strong.
Somehow he turns me so I’m facing the wall, my cheek scraping the rough surface. My arms are twisted painfully as the chains are pulled to their maximum. My shoulders feel like they’re being ripped apart. I scream with the hot searing pain.
Through my sobs, through the loud screams filling the room, I hear the sickening but unmistakable sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothing.
I start praying for death, it's my only escape. If death takes me I won’t be forced into this.
CHAPTER 37
TY
“I’m not sleeping with you either,” Red spits in his face. I stand frozen in fear, anger molten in my veins.
My heart still beats for her even if it's been in pieces for the last ten days - the length of time we’ve been shackled in the basement of the ranch house.
For ten days I’ve been living…No, it’s not living. I’ve been witnessing my worst nightmare. I’ve been suspended in a hellscape where I can’t help the female that owns me, heart and soul.
I’ve even been parted from my shadows, their absence grating on my skin like road rash.
Then Adicious walked into the room and hell got so much worse.
“I won’t be giving you a choice in that either,” he whispers in her ear but loud enough to ensure I hear it.
He’s going to force himself on her and force the blood exchange. It's medieval and barbaric. Forcing a mate bond has been outlawed for centuries. If there were a council left Adicious would be put to death for it.
Nevermind, I’m going to end him for even trying. I need to get these fucking cuffs off me.
I do the one thing I’d thought of but hadn’t resorted to until now. I swing my left hand as far out from the wall as I can and throw all my strength into the punch. Pain explodes down my arm as my hand makes contact with the concrete, I barely feel it. My two outermost knuckles have shattered. It's not quite enough. I swing again and this time angle my hand so my thumb takes the most impact. I hit true. I wrench my arm down in a quick action, my broken knuckles making even more sickening crunches as my hand slips free of the cuff.
I hear Adicious say something else to Red but my focus narrows in on Ronan. Until this point he’d been standing, like a fucking statue, against the door to the basement cell under the ranch house. The prick moves towards me as he notices my hand slip free.
