Page 81 of Smoke and Shadows

“What’s going on, Stark?”

Silence for a beat, and then, “They have Marissa.”

“What do you mean?”

“Her cover’s blown,” Nathan bit out. A painful pressure started to form in Viktor’s chest, radiating out to his extremities. “They have her bound and gagged. They took her inside the outhouse.”

“Fuck,” Viktor whispered. “How long ago—”

“They’re loading crates into the truck. What do you want me to do?”

“How many are you up against?”

“I’m counting eight men. I have a feeling they’ll be bugging out soon, Viktor.”

Think, Baran. Nathan couldn’t go in alone. It would be suicide.

“Follow the truck. Keep me informed if they take Marissa with them so we’ll know how to divvy up,” Viktor said, and hoped to God they wouldn’t kill Marissa.

Fletcher crouched down beside her,running his fingers along her side. He grabbed her hair and hauled her to her knees. Tyrell was behind her cutting her bindings.

“We’re going to have fun with you, Olivia—or whatever your bitch name is.” Fletcher's eyes were manic with lust. Marissa fought the nausea that was forming in her throat. Rape was not how she envisioned her end. At least, she hoped they’d kill her after they’d abused her body. She heard them talking about how they were going to fuck her. Tyrell was anxious to fuck her in the ass. Fletcher had second thoughts about shoving his cock into her mouth for fear of her chomping it off. The man had a brain after all.

They yanked her to her feet and tied her hands in front. They backed her further into a room and lowered a pulley that had a meat hook on the end.

Looping her bindings on the hook, Tyrell rotated some gears so the contraption would lift her off the ground. Her shoulders screamed in agony, but Marissa bit back her cry and held back the tears.

Through the pain she felt hands on her, unbuttoning her jeans and dragging them off her. That was when shescreamed and kicked out, and was satisfied when she heard a grunt.

“Give it up, woman!” Fletcher shouted as he grabbed her legs and wrapped them around him. He moved forward and buried his face in her heaving breasts, biting her nipple through her shirt and bra.

“Ow!” Marissa yelled and tried to wiggle out of his hold.

“Stop fucking around,” Tyrell groaned behind her. “Let’s fuck this cunt, shoot her, and bury her.”

The bigger man nodded as he took a knife to her shirt and slashed it open. Marissa winced when she felt a nick on her skin. He slid the knife under her bra and split it open. Her breasts sprang free, and that was when she panicked. “Don’t touch me, you filthy bastard! Get off me!”

She continued to struggle, but her arms were almost numb. She was worn out and losing hope that she could get out of this.

“What a waste,” Fletcher said in awe as his hands reached out to squeeze her breasts. She felt Tyrell’s face on her ass through the thin cotton of her underwear.

“I want to take these off with my teeth,” Tyrell mumbled, his teeth grazing the waistband of her panties.

Fletcher stepped back, and Marissa flinched at the bulge in his pants. He lowered his zipper and pulled out his erection, palming it with a leer. “Let’s get this done. Oh, yeah.”

Tyrell grunted in agreement and stood away from her. Marissa closed her eyes as she heard another zipper lower.

Fletcher moved greedily toward her and yanked her legs apart. She screeched at the top of her lungs, determined to go down fighting. She pulled her legs out of her captor’s hands, swung back, and knocked Tyrell out of the way. Then swinging forward, she wrapped her thighs around Fletcher's neck and squeezed hard.

Fletcher's eyes widened in shock, his fingers digging intoher thighs, trying to release the strangle hold she had on his neck. Tyrell joined in to help his friend, cursing Marissa.

“You bitch! You bitch!”

Just when Marissa felt like the two men were going to break her legs, the doors to the outhouse flew open, and an unholy roar filled the room.

He heardher scream of terror and desperation. It was a cry of desolation Viktor never wanted to hear again in his entire life. When he burst into the room, the sight before him flooded him with a killing rage. Marissa was strung up like a piece of meat, naked and fighting against two men with their pants around their ankles. It didn’t take a second for Viktor to figure out what was going on.

A howl of fury tore from his throat as he charged into the room. Yanking the skinnier guy off Marissa, he threw him clear across the room.