“You ready for me?” Nix pants, and I barely have time to register the question before he shoves me down hard, grinding my nose against his base and cutting off my air an instant before filling my mouth and throat with cum. There’s so much going on at once that I can barely keep track—I can’t breathe. I’m choking. I’m gagging. I’m going to throw up. He won’t let me breathe! My muffled, panicked groans make James breathe harder than ever, and I can hear him grunting in the final moments before he comes, too, with a growl that echoes in my ears, even over the sound of my pounding heart.

It’s a relief when Nix lets me up for air. I’m still choking and gasping, but I did it. I made it through. And now it’s over, thank god. And I want more than anything to stand in the shower for the rest of the day, even though I know it will do nothing to erase the filth all over me.

James groans before chuckling, patting me on the head like an obedient dog. “Good girl. You made Daddy very happy.”

Without saying another word, James stands, whistling softly as he walks up the stairs. I slump a little, my head hanging low, my shoulders heaving as I fight to regain my breath. I barely register the guys getting up and walking around me. One of them releases my wrists before running their fingers over the tender skin where the belt cut into it. I don’t know which one because I don’t want to turn around. I don’t want confirmation that we just shared this experience.

We stay this way for a moment, silent until finally, I whisper, “Let me go. Please. Let me walk out of here. I will never come back. I swear I won’t tell anybody about this because I just want to forget it. You can’t force me to stay here and do this. You want to be rid of me? Here’s your chance. Let me go.”

When they don’t shoot me down right away, a glimmer of hope sparkles in my chest. Maybe they’ll actually listen. Maybe they’ll actually give me what I’m asking for.

Who am I kidding?

“It’s too late for that now,” Colt informs me in a flat voice. “This will be easier if you do what we want.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Nix confirms.