Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Carla set the bag down by the door, then closed it and locked it with the key and bolt before turning her overly tanned, wrinkled face toward me.
“Help you?” she asked, then grinned, showing her two missing teeth. One on top and another on the bottom.
“Do I have to do everything around here?” she shouted, then shook her head with disgust. She made her way to me and shoved me so hard in the chest that I fell down on my butt. “Get him in here. If she’s going to be difficult, we will hold her down while he fucks her. He can look at it as a bonus.”
No!
I started to get up when Carla straddled me and sat on my chest. Her hand slapped down over my mouth, and I kicked and tried to buck her off me, but she outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds. Billy walked over and grabbed my ankles, then pinned them to the floor.
“She’s ready for you to take,” Billy said.
I turned my head to see a man who didn’t appear to belong in this trailer park. For one, he was clean, and his clothes were nice. At least, I thought they were. He looked to be in his twenties and had blond hair not much darker than my own.
Then, he smiled at me. The depravity that shone in his eyes made me whimper against the hand still covering my mouth. There was a scar on his right cheek, but otherwise, that was his only flaw—other than the evil that clearly lived in his soul.
“She’s as lovely as you promised. But you will only get the full amount if she’s a virgin. I only fuck virgins.”
Tears ran down the sides of my face as I stared up at him, begging him with my eyes to please not do this.
“Go ahead and stick your fingers up her and check. I am positive her hymen is still there. Go on,” Carla told him with a smug smile on her face.
He winked at me, and I felt sure I was going to throw up. Billy jerked my legs open wide, and the man walked over to stand beside me. He dropped to his haunches, and the moment I felt his hand reach inside my panties, I closed my eyes. I couldn’t watch. I searched for an escape. Maybe I could stop breathing and die.
The painful thrust of his fingers hurt, and I wailed against Carla’s hand.
“It’s there. Nice, tight, untouched little cunt,” the man said. “Take her to the room. I want her tied down so I can fuck her without the two of you holding her.”
Carla moved off me, and I gasped for air and started to scream in hopes that someone would hear me. The blond man appeared in my face and covered my mouth with a rag. I inhaled, and then the world went to black.
Thirty-Five
Fawn
Present Day
Staying at the camper this week had been hard. I didn’t want to be away from Garrett, but I also felt bad, asking Gypsi to go over there. She’d enjoyed staying the other night, and when we had found her and Trev watching The Godfather in the theater, I had been relieved to see them getting along as friends. Still, I couldn’t just ask her to go over there every night for my sake. We had managed to keep our normal schedule with work. Although Garrett spent the entire evening at Morii with me as his personal server. Working there seemed pointless.
He wasn’t going to allow me to serve anyone else. His possessiveness had only gotten worse this week. We needed to discuss me getting another job, which I already knew was going to be a battle. I glanced over at Gypsi as she stared out the window of the Bentley Garrett had sent for us.
She had suggested we stay here tonight, which was odd, but I’d been so thrilled about seeing Garrett that I didn’t question it. I was wondering if I should or if this was my daughter knowing I missed being with Garrett. My phone lit up, and I looked down to see Garrett’s name.
I slid my finger over it to read the text.
I’m waiting, pretty baby.
I smiled down at his words. When I had told him about Gypsi’s suggestion, he’d offered to give her his Amex so she could go shopping as a thank-you. I’d laughed and assured him she would never accept that.
“Garrett?” Gypsi asked.
I nodded, still smiling from his text. “Thanks for staying tonight. I miss him.”
The car pulled through the entrance to Hughes Farm, and I turned to look out the window for a glimpse of Garrett. I’d seen him last night at work, but every moment I was away from him was starting to become more difficult.
When Six stopped the car, I didn’t wait for him to open my door. I swung it open and climbed out, anxious to get to Garrett. Hurrying up the stairs, I left my overnight bag in the Bentley, figuring I’d go get it later, when the door opened up and Garrett stepped out. His brown cowboy hat sat on his head, and I smiled at the cowboy version I was greeted with today.