Page 139 of Merciless

ALANA

“ARGH,” I cry out, my back arching and my hips grinding as the vibration hits its peak.

The cell is almost clean. Only splashes of blood remain beneath the cot the almost dead man is lying on and I’m really hoping I don’t need to get that close.

Since the second I started on the floor, the torture with the vibrator has only gotten worse.

Pretty sure that’s partly my fault though, seeing as I’ve been crawling around on my hands and knees with my ass and pussy on display for them to enjoy.

I’m wrecked. Fucking destroyed.

My muscles quiver violently, my skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, and I’m pretty sure the stench of the room is never going to leave me.

“Please,” I cry out when it stops for a few seconds, just long enough to make me lose the very fragile grip I had on a possible release, before starting up again.

“You’ve done such a good job, little dove,” JD praises, while Reid stands there like a statue.

“I’m done, please. I can’t do anymore.”

Every movement is hard work. Painful and exhausting. My muscles are like stone.

“What do you say, Boss? She completed your task?”

The vibration stops again and I fall back on my ass, the jolt making the vibrator graze my G-spot and I cry out. But it’s not enough.

My hair hangs limply around my face as my entire body trembles with need and exhaustion.

Silence falls, allowing me for the first time to hear the rattling breaths of the man in the cot who’s only a few feet away from me.

“What did he do?” I ask, unable to keep the words in.

Reid nods once and looks me dead in the eyes.

“The sick fuck has been grooming and abusing his niece and her friends.”

His words slam into me like a freight train and my arms give out, sending me crashing back to the floor.

I cry out as my elbow collides with the hard concrete, but I don’t have time to focus on that because my need to get to the toilet is stronger.

I dry heave, my stomach muscles screaming in pain as nothing comes up.

“What did you say?” JD barks, rushing to my side as if he cares.

But Reid doesn’t answer him.

He knows.

Reid knows.

I heave again as the warmth of JD’s palm rubs down my back.

“So, what do you say, Pet? Does this sick fuck get to live or—”

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I push to my feet and stalk over to the man on wobbly legs.

For the first time since I was thrown in here, I really focus on his face.

Sobs wrack my body as recognition flickers in the depths of my mind.