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“Oh fuck.” I grunt as her lips wrap around me, her tongue lapping at the slit, trying to get more. “Look at you, little dove. So fucking perfect. And so fucking ours.”

She moans around me as Reid begins fucking her harder.

Her tits bounce and her eyes begin to water, but that’s nothing compared to when I reach out and collar her throat.

“Fuck, she just gushed.”

“You like this, don’t you, Dove? You like being at our mercy.

“Being our filthy little whore.”

She nods frantically, or at least tries to when I’m only a second away from fucking her throat.

“You want more?” Reid asks.

“Of course she does. Our girl always wants me. She’s perfect like that.”

39

MAVERICK

The second I wake, the only thing I can think about is getting up.

My stomach hurts from lying on it for the past… fuck knows how long, and there’s a crick in my neck that I’m sure I’m going to be stuck with for a while.

Pushing myself up so I can sit on the edge of the bed is easier than it was the last time I tried, and mostly failed, to do it alone.

The pain is still there, but it’s bearable. I’m light-headed, but thanks to Reid’s pizza last night, the room doesn’t spin quite as badly as it has previously.

It still takes monumental effort to get to my feet, though.

But as hard as it is, I don’t back down from the challenge.

With my sights set on the bathroom that holds the promise of relief for my bladder and a toothbrush to fix the state of my mouth, I continue forward.

Now isn’t the time for wallowing and drowning.

The other people in this house need me. I need to be an asset, not a hindrance.

I already know that I’m the reason we’re hiding here.

If I weren’t in such a bad state—if I were able to fight those motherfuckers off instead of being a weak little bitch and falling victim to their torture techniques—then we would be out there right now trying to find those spineless pussies to finally put an end to this, to them.

But as it is, we’re the ones in hiding, I’m sure, appearing to be the weak and spineless ones in the situation.

My muscles scream by the time I get inside the bathroom and come to a stop in front of the vanity.

Sucking in a deep breath, I take a moment before looking up.

When I was in here with Alana yesterday, I didn't look.

Just feeling the pain of what they’d done was enough. I wasn’t strong enough to look at the evidence as well.

But I can't hide any longer.

Lifting my head, I hold my eyes, wishing that I could see even just a hint of strength in them.

But there is none.