As soon as Phoenix walks out the door, Joel slams it shut and flicks the lock.
He looks at me with a sadistic grin. His eyes turn fiery, and he cracks his knuckles, preparing to hurt me.
“If you touch me, Langston is going to kill you,” I say, warning him.
He laughs. “You still think after everything Langston has done to you that he cares about you?”
No, Langston doesn’t care about me. Not anymore. But he wants information from me. And he doesn’t like sharing me while he waits for me to spill my guts.
“Yes,” I lie.
That makes Joel laugh harder as he walks toward my prison bed.
My wrists are tied together and then to the headboard just like before. My ankles are bound, but not to anything else. I can move my legs, just as one unit.
Joel eyes my legs.
“Kick me, and I’ll shoot you again,” Joel says, pulling his gun out and aiming at me.
I force my legs to remain still.
“I thought Amelia was the one who shot me?”
“Nope, I did. Amelia doesn’t have the guts I do.”
I’m sure.
Slowly, with his gun pointed at my chest, Joel climbs onto the bed and then eventually straddles me until he’s crushing my stomach with his weight. My legs are now basically useless. I could kick him in the back, but not hard enough to force him off me.
He grabs my chin and holds me still, lowering his head toward mine.
“Langston is going to kill you,” I say again.
“Keep dreaming.” Joel forces a slobbery kiss onto my lips.
I try to squirm away, but he’s stronger.
He chuckles. “What? You don’t like that? You didn’t seem to mind before.”
Wait…before?
I search my mind. Did he rape me last time I was tied up?
He laughs at my quizzical expression and then holds up a finger to my lips.
“That’s right. You enjoyed my fingers in your cunt. This time, you’re going to enjoy my cock.”
Oh.
My.
God.
It was Joel whose fingers I rode, not Langston. Was it Joel’s cock that I fucked too?
I squirm hard, my fingers go
ing to work to untie myself. The pain in my shoulder is exploding with every move, but I won’t let this man touch me.