Page 134 of Jagged Souls
But Sunny’s palm slaps across my mouth, and the V runs back down my throat. He pinches my nose closed with his other hand. I thrash my head, struggling to free myself so I can breathe. I slam my fists into his sides, try to reach for his face to claw out his eyes, but his reach is longer than mine. He hisses in pain as I crack one of his ribs, but he doesn’t move off me, so I slam my fists into the crook of his arms instead, trying to get him to drop towards me so I can reach the soft parts of his face and neck. I wasn’t prepared to hold my breath when he poured the V into me though, and I can already feel my lungs burning. My limbs losing their strength along with the oxygen in my blood.
Reaching between our bodies, I search for his balls. I’ll rip them off him like I did Sadist.
He jerks off me, and I suck in air on a wild gulp. The V slides down my throat on an instinctive swallow. I cough as I scramble to my feet. “Dayne!” I half-shriek, half-wheeze. Yelling for help isn’t a ‘damsel of distress’ move. It’s a damn good tactical decision.
I try to shout again, but Sunny barrels into me, and the word disappears into a grunt. His arms wrap around me, but expecting him to try to lift me off my feet, I’m unprepared for when one of his hands slips between my thighs.
The potion has me reacting instantly, my knees buckling, my breath catching. I straighten my legs, digging into my assassin training, my need to escape this nightmarish hel, to fight the effects of the V. Twisting in his embrace, I slam my elbow into his ribs. He grunts. I pivot further around, then lift my knee towards his groin.
He dodges it – just.
He shoves me back hard enough to make me lose my footing. I try to correct my balance, but with one leg in the air, it takes me too long, and he drops low, then takes out my remaining leg with a sweeping kick.
I crash to the ground and immediately try to roll onto my feet, but he’s on me too fast, pinning me down on my belly.
“Stop it,” he snaps as he wrestles my arms behind me so I can’t use them to push off the ground or keep fighting.
Jerking my head back, I try to headbutt him in the nose, but his fucking eyes give him too much of a warning. He leans back and bends one of my thumbs the wrong way. My head falls to the ground as pain radiates up my arm. I lie on the hard floor, seething.
But I don’t give up. Varius or Dayne will come for me. They’ll be here any moment. Then I’ll kill this fucker on top of me.
“No one is coming for you,” he says.
My heart skips a beat. “You’re lying.”
“The screaming you heard was Bear attacking Tim.”
No.
No.
He’s just trying to get me to stop resisting so he can turn me into a better hostage. Tie me up. Make me weak. Then ask to trade me for his own freedom. “Varius is going to kill you,” I grit out.
“Probably, but not today.”
The honesty in his tone is starting to freak me out.
“You’re lying.”
“You’ve said that.”
I shake my head, trying to hold on to my hope even as my heart starts pounding against its cage, screaming to be let out. “Bear wouldn’t go against him,” I try.
“Not normally, no. But then you went and told him Tim was still raping you. Now, Bear might be a bit of a coward, but he likes to think of himself as a good guy, and well, he couldn’t just stand back and let you get raped when the big old Boss told us to take care of you.”
I tremble, my hope fracturing in my chest.
“So he waited until Tim was coming to see you tonight, then he attacked him in his werewolf form. He’s currently breaking his arms and legs and then he’s going to tie him up somewhere because he knows Antonio won’t punish him for this. He might even reward him for handling Tim and his crazy in his absence.”
Shit. Shit! That all sounds too believable.
No.
No!
He has to be lying.
Dayne is coming for me.
