“Ma said dinner will be ready in twenty,” another guy announced as he walked into the barn. The dirty gun Goggles had been wielding back in Phobos was grasped in his hands.
“Good, let me search them and then we can go help her.”
“Search us?” the redhead questioned, her voice low and somewhat slurred. They must have given her something.
“We can’t have any of you trying to hurt one of us or using anything to escape.” Goggles removed a swiss knife and forced the redhead to take a step forward.
“But you already took—”
“Still gotta check you.” He sliced through the maroon fabric of her shirt, straight down the middle. Beneath it was a bra a size too small.
With a perverted inhalation of air, he placed his knife between his teeth and grabbed each of her breasts. She shut her eyes and turned her head as his fingers kneaded them through the fabric of her bra.
What the hell kind of weapon did he expect to find there? But then, it became apparent this wasn’t about us having weapons at all when he dropped his hands to the waistband of her shorts and dragged them down.
It was plain to see she wasn’t packing anything beneath them. They didn’t even have pockets. This shrimp dick fucker still ran his hands over her ass, down her thighs and back up. Her jaw clenched, but she didn’t beg or plea for him to stop.
“No faction markings,” he noted after lifting her hair and checking her back. “I think it’s lucky we were the ones who found you then.” He took both of her hands and extended them so that she was making the shape of a T.
“Jacob, Tyson, what do you two think a this one?”
“She’s too old to be a filly,” the man with the Stetson replied.
“She’s no heifer either, look at that ass,” the other man answered.
Heifer? Filly? Were they seriously comparing us to farm animals?
“Mare then,” Goggles confirmed, pushing her arms down. He had the decency to lift her pants back up before pulling her forward again and all but shoving her into one of the empty stalls. He locked her in with the heavy padlock hanging on the exterior.
Once she was secure, he turned back to us.
Skipping right over me and Takara, he went to the blonde, giving her almost the same treatment.
The man who’d joined us and announced their supper would be ready soon stepped up on the blonde’s other side and ran a hand through her hair. It was nearly the same color as his but a shade lighter. She flinched, causing him to grin wickedly.
“Can I keep this one, Knox?”
Goggles turned his head. “Why in the hell would you want it?”
“Doesn’t she look like Danielle?”
“Ty, our sister would be mad as hell if she showed up and saw her.”
“She won’t get a chance to. I only need a day.”
The certainty with which he said that was disturbing.
“Come on, Knox. She’s clearly a heifer, not as valuable as the others.” He poked her right breast as if to prove his point.
“Plus, you’ve got these two still, the redhead, and that big guy. That’s four extras ahead of delivery day.”
“There’s that skinny gelding as well,” Jacob, who I’d determined was the guy in the Stetson, said.
“Fine, fine. But she better be gone before Dani gets here.”
Ty nodded like a child that had just gotten his way. When he went to reach for her, Knox knocked his hand away and dragged her forward, shoving her into the stall beside the redhead’s. “After Ma goes to bed, you can play. Not a minute sooner.”
He locked her up like he had the redhead and then moved to Takara. I sent her some strength, steeling my spine as she straightened and readied herself for him to touch her.
“You’ve got some beautiful silky-smooth skin,” he murmured, ripping her tank top in half. “Chest is on the smaller end though.”
“Pig.”
He glared and grabbed her jaw hard enough to make her lips pucker. “Watch your mouth.” His head dipped and he smiled, placing a kiss on the center of her chest. “It wasn’t an insult.”
I bit my tongue and looked at the ceiling. Tackling this asshole and kicking the shit out of him probably wouldn’t get me all that far, though it would surely make me feel better. I waited for him to find her insignia, but he completely missed it amongst all her other tattoos. Idiot.
Knox placed Kara in another of the stalls and locked her up. She was immediately at the rusted window grill, peering out to watch.
“You get to be last,” he said, stepping in front of me with a smile.
“Does that make me lucky?”
He smiled bigger, slicing down the front of my tank like he had the others. I remained stoic, not letting on how much this bothered me. Thank Satanas I wore a sports bra.