Chapter 51

Nichole was on her knees in the middle of the cabin, both men standing above her, laughing at something. Devon had just smacked her, making her ears ring. She wanted to show him that she wasn’t afraid of him, but she was.

They were talking about how to beat her so she couldn’t run. She wanted to show them what it felt like to be hit. Of course, they could control her with her hands tied behind her back. If they let her go, she would make sure they felt the pain of her wrath.

They were laughing again, and she hadn’t caught what they’d said. A part of her didn’t want to know. Whatever they were talking about had to be disgusting.

She didn’t think of herself as a violent person, but if she had Jesse’s strength, she would be beating the hell out of them. The more she fought her bindings, the worse the pain got. Her efforts to get free were useless.

The stranger, the man who wanted her as a sex slave, moved closer and put his hand on her head. She jerked away, and he laughed before grabbing her hair, pulling it so hard pain sparked so hot she cried out.

Then his face was in hers, his dark eyes more snake-like than human. “You will obey. I have no problem taking strips of your hide. Do you know how much it hurts to have a toe cut off?”

A sob she couldn’t squelch escaped her lips. Fear and pain twisted together, making her wonder how she would survive this. He wasn’t from the United States. There was an accent, not thick, maybe English. She didn’t care where he was from. She wanted him to die.

Devon chuckled. “She’ll learn.”

“Oh, I know she will. I’ve broken stronger women than her. The best was a politician. She went from a radical feminist to a bitch who would do everything I asked, even allow animals to have her. This one will bend, too. If I tell her to lick my shit from my ass, she will, eventually.”

The anger inside of her was so hot that if she could shoot lasers from her eyes, she would blast the man. Of course, if she could do that, she wouldn’t be in this situation.

“Now then, let’s finalize this deal, and I’ll take her off your hands.”

Devon nodded, his gaze still on her. “Sure. Any chance I can sample?”

The man laughed. “If you get close, she will kill you. No, it will take a while to tame this wench.”

At least she wouldn’t have to suffer Devon. Maybe she could find a way to end it all. She didn’t want to be a slave to this man.