“I wouldn’t worry about the kid,” he replies. “I’d worry about yourself.”
“I don’t care what happens to me.”
“You will when his cock is jammed down your throat.”
I set my jaw and look him right in the eye. “I hope he does. Because I bite.”
A twinkle sparks in his eyes and he smiles at me as though I’ve just won his respect.
“Now that’s something I’d pay to see,” he chuckles.
“Let me go,” I plead. “Please.”
“Maybe I will,” he says, leaning in closer.
There’s an encouraging spark in his eyes. Like, maybe “finding his humanity” isn’t such a reach after all…
Then he finishes, “If you blow me right now and promise not to bite.”
Any hope I had dies instantly.
He won’t let me go, no matter what I do for him.
None of them will risk their necks to save mine, or my son’s.
We’re on our own.
Except for Artem.
His name reverberates around inside my head like a prayer, but I can’t bring myself to really think about him.
What if I never see him again?
The thought scares me more than anything else has. Next to the fear I have for my son and what will happen to him.
“Well…” the blonde soldier says, leaning in and running his nose along my cheek. “What do you say? I promise I have a delicious cock. You’ll love sucking it.”
I slap his hand away as I stare daggers at him. Phoenix has just quieted down, but I can hear him start to whimper again, as though sensing that something is wrong.
“In your fucking dreams.”
“Bitch!” he snarls at me. “I’m gonna teach you some respect.”
He grabs a fistful of my hair and I gasp with pain as he twists my head back, forcing me to look up at his face.
Phoenix squirms and grasps at my shirt with shuddering cries as he prepares to scream.
“Please,” I say, even though the word hurts as it exits my mouth. “Please don’t.”
I cannot allow him to hurt me with my son in my arms. Holding onto my pride could cost my son everything. He is so helpless, so dependent on me for his safety.
So even though I hate myself for doing it—I have to beg for mercy.
“Say you’re sorry,” he orders.
I just stare at him, wondering if there’s any chance of me getting out of this unscathed.
It strikes me all of a sudden: I can leave with physical scars or with emotional ones.