“He does,” I agreed. “And until the police finally have evidence or a case against him, this is the best we can do.”
Kenna blinked slowly. “It’s not enough.”
“No, it’s not. Do you want to stop?” I asked.
“Definitely. Not,” she said vehemently.
“Why don’t you give me the knife, and you get the pills. Okay?” I outstretched my hand, palm up.
She watched Carter for longer than I would have liked, wasting precious time. In the end, she lowered the raised blade, flipped it around, and held out the handle for me to take, which I did quickly.
While Kenna dug out the sleeping pills, I faced Carter. I didn’t want Kenna to have to touch him, not that I was thrilled about putting my fingers anywhere near his dick, but I also had never been forced to have it shoved inside me. If I could save Kenna the trauma, I would.
Before I lost the balls (pun intended), I fumbled with the waistband of his sweats, looping my fingers around them. I grazed the lower section of his abs, and they quivered at my touch.
“Careful, or you might get me excited.” He wiggled his hips, thrusting said dick toward my hand.
It caused a different reaction within me—repulsion like I’d never felt. “God, you are disgusting.” I shuddered, gritting my teeth as I jerked back. “Just shut the fuck up.”
He threw me a wry grin. “Let's not pretend like you haven’t been trying to get your hands wrapped around my cock since you moved in.”
“You must have a listening problem, because I am sure I heard Josie tell you to shut up,” Kenna seethed, her head snapping up.
“You want a piece of this too?” he taunted, knowing what buttons to push.
“God, I should gag you,” I grumbled, my fingers itching to slap him.
“That’s not a bad idea.” Kenna grabbed a piece of his discarded shirt. “Open wide,” she baited sweetly.
Carter clamped his teeth tight. If she didn’t want to risk getting bitten and possibly contracting rabies, getting the gag in his mouth would be difficult, but just the prospect of holding the cloth near his mouth was enough to shut him up… for the time being.
“Did you get the pills?” I asked, drawing her focus back to me. It was clear we needed another tactic to finish the job.
“Yeah, I got them,” she replied with a smirk. She was enjoying this.
I reluctantly handed her back the knife.
Kenna crushed a few white pills with the back of the blade, pouring the powder into the water I’d brought. She recapped the bottle and shook it up. “Too bad these aren’t the same shit you used on me,” she said to Carter. “You should know how it feels to be helpless, to barely remember what happened, but have it come back in fragments when you least expect it.”
Carter laughed, a sick and cruel sound for someone tied up. If we hadn’t tased and maced him, the prick would have enjoyed this immensely. “I’m not drinking that.”
“You will if you want to keep your balls attached,” I retorted.
“You don’t have the guts,” he spewed.
I cocked my head as I crouched down to his level. “You’re right. But Kenna does. I wouldn’t test her.”
“Bottoms up,” she said, swinging the laced water in front of his face.
“Go fuck yourself.”
Holding my ground, I let him see the anger smoldering in my eyes. “You messed with the wrong family.”
I gave Kenna the nod and together we moved in. She pinched his cheeks with her thumb and index fingers as I held his head steady, trying to pry his mouth open just enough to pour the water in. Stubborn, he clamped his teeth together and fought against our hold, but he was still weak, a blessing that worked in our favor.
“What was it you told everyone at school about me the next day? That I begged for your dick.” Kenna unleashed more than two years of pain and emotional damage.
Unable to stop himself, Carter spewed, “The truth hu—”