Page 13 of Liberated By Sin

“You know that’s not allowed. Naughty girl.”

“What if I begged?”

He chuckled. “You know what I like, don’t you.”

I nodded. “I do.”

Sometimes, we didn’t know what we were asking for. And when he flipped me back around and lifted my ass in the air, I instantly regretted the sacrifice. But as he plunged inside with just a drop of saliva for his benefit, it became clear: my suffering was a means to an end. His end. There was no guarantee he’d keep his word, but I had four miserable days to convince him.

I had always taken the act of scratching my nose for granted, but on that morning, or day, or night, or whatever the fuck time it was, that small, once trivial gesture was a godsend. Metal cuffs lay on the nightstand beside me, no longer rubbing my skin raw.

Mr. H was asleep, his arm around my waist.

With a steadying exhale, I maneuvered onto my back and slid off the edge of the bed as stealthy as I could manage. Once I hit the floor, I rolled onto my hands and knees, fighting the effects of the drugs still lingering in my system. Having spent the last two days in bed, my leg muscles ached when I stretched to my feet. Once fit and curvy, the ghastly sight of my rail-thin body and sunken eyes in the mirror made me pause. Magda fed me just enough to keep me alive…or whatever this existence was considered.

I snatched a key card and his black comb from the dresser, breaking its teeth from one end.

Hesitating, my gaze fixed on the door. All I had to do was walk out and take my chances. Attempting to kill him in his sleep with a plastic tool was dangerous, and I ran the risk of getting caught and overpowered. But letting him live wasn’t an option.

When I straddled his abdomen, his hands found my thighs, and alight smile formed on his lips.

“Good morning to you too, sweet girl.”

“It’s a good morning to go to hell.”

The moment his eyes popped open, I sunk the comb’s sharpened edge into his jugular. His first instinct was to grab at my skin, but my hand came down again, then two more times until the plastic snapped under the pressure. By then, I was covered in his blood spatter, and he was gasping and gurgling through the new holes in his neck.

But it wasn’t enough. He’d violated me and been inside my body without my consent. Desecrated my blood for his enjoyment. It was only fair that I paid him with the same disrespect. Mr. H didn’t deserve a quiet, suffocating death on the floor of this godforsaken place.

Pale blond brows hit the top of his forehead when I reached inside his ruined throat and tore away pieces of flesh as he shuddered beneath me.

He wasn’t deserving of mercy. But maybe his death would bring a more peaceful existence to his wife and children. When the light in his eyes faded, the feeling was damn near orgasmic. During my time with Ares, my marks were just names on a contract, and I was numb to their dying breaths. But the significance of this moment fractured something inside me.

An unnerving sense of deja vu took over when I shuffled toward the door and twisted the knob. But there was no turning back. My fate was freedom or death, only I wasn’t sure which of the two I desired more.

Bloodied and naked, I trudged down a dim hallway, making a left turn toward a pulsating red light above a metal door. With cameras mounted on every corner, I knew it was only a matter of time before I was spotted. The muscles in my legs were still weakened, but sober enough to push my body into a slow sprint until I crashed through the door and into a torrential downpour.

The slanted rain was thick, slicing through the night sky and against my skin. Dropping to my knees, I let the storm wash away his blood and the imprint he and so many others hadleft on my body.

But it was in vain. Their hands still muddied my soul, and their voices had found a permanent home inside my mind.

She’s too far gone.

I collapsed and hung my head, wet hair falling around me, and cried.

“What the fuck are you doing out here?”

Strong arms plucked me from the mud. Despite the wet strands plastered against my face and eyes, obstructing my vision, I knew that voice.

“You’re supposed to be with Mr. Halstad.”

“He’s dead.”

She squeezed her fist around my throat. “Come again?”

“Fuck…him,” I choked out, thrusting my forehead into hers. “And fuck you too.”

The impact caught her off guard, and she released me and stumbled backward into the mud. Unfortunately for me, my ankle twisted when I fell on the unsteady ground. But I’d be damned if I’d gotten this far and let her drag me back to hell.