Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The fury was too much for my body to bear.
My vision went black–and I passed out.
When I came to, I was lying in a dark, damp storage room. My entire body was freezing. My clothes were still soaked, and a pool of blood had dried beneath me.
I didn’t know how long I’d been out.
At some point, another splash of ice water hit my face.
I jerked weakly, only to see Mila standing over me, smirking with that same sickening gleam in her
eyes.
I hadn’t eaten in four days. I was too weak to lift even a hand. My throat was raw, every breath like dragging sandpaper through my lungs.
“Tsk. Look at you. How pathetic.” She said mockingly.
She pressed her toe beneath my chin and tilted my head up. “Beg me. Who knows, maybe I’ll have
mercy and let you go.”
I coughed, pale and feverish. The heat radiating off my body reminding me I had a fever.
Still, I bit down on the pain. My whole body trembled, but I refused to give her the pleasure of
watching me break.
Instead, I looked up into her eyes and forced a grin. “No wonder Carter loves you. You’re just as vile
as he is.”
Her expression twisted. She grabbed a fistful of my damp hair and yanked my head back viciously.
“You’re still so damn proud,” she hissed. “You think he gives a shit about you? He doesn’t.”
“You’re just a toy to me. I do whatever I want with you–and he helps, because he loves me.”
She leaned in closer, her breath hot with spite. “If you want someone to blame, blame yourself–for
getting in my way.”
“What way?”
The voice that interrupted us came from the door, and Mila’s face went stiff with panic.
Carter.
He stood in the doorway, watching with a frown, brows slightly furrowed.
Mila stumbled for composure, then turned to him, eyes wide with faux Innocence.
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“I was just checking on Harper,” she said with a trembling pout. “But she called me a filthy whore.”
At that, Carter’s entire demeanor shifted.
He pulled her protectively into his arms, glaring down at me.
Then without warning–he kicked me. Hard. Right in the stomach.
“I’ve said it before,” he murmured with chilling calm. “You’re not a whore, Mila. You’re the only one I call sweetheart.”
“If she’s still being this stubborn, it just means she hasn’t been punished enough.”
I coughed up blood on the spot, the pain so sharp it made my stomach convulse.
But they weren’t finished.
Carter snapped his fingers. “Bring me that dress.”
One of the guards returned moments later with a skimpy, skin–baring slip dress.
They forced it onto me–stripping off my wet, torn clothes like I wasn’t even human—and then clipped a silver collar around my neck. A leash followed.
I tried to fight. I really did.
But I was too weak.
Carter dragged me to the back of his car and chained the leash to the bumper like I was some stray animal.
“Let’s take this bitch for a walk,” he said, sliding into the front seat with Mila on his arm.
The car rolled out of the pack house and into the city streets, and I stumbled behind it, forced to keep up or be choked by the leash.
People stopped and stared.
Phones came out. Laughter. Whispers.
Some even pointed, recording my humiliation with delighted smirks.
A pack of leering men pressed closer, fingers pawing at my bare skin as if they had every right.
I tried to escape, but the chain pulled tight, cutting off my air.
The car window rolled down. Mila poked her head out, putting on a mock–worried tone.
“Don’t you think this is a little too cruel?”
Carter chuckled. “You’re too soft, babe. After everything she did to you, you still feel bad?”
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He leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“Look at her. Whoring it up like that. Drawing all this attention.”
The car slowed at a red light.
That’s when a homeless man in tattered rags crept forward, eyes lighting up at the sight of me
He reached for me–then pounced, groping at me with filthy hands, pawing at my thighs and tearing at the dress.
“Get off me! Stop!” I screamed, kicking wildly.
“Help! Someone help!”
The man laughed, yellow teeth bared in a disgusting grin.
“Nobody coming to save you, sweetie.”
He pinned me down. I screamed again, kicked harder, but I was losing the fight.
In the car, Mila was laughing.
Clapping.
“Carter, this is too funny!”
Through the side mirror, I could see my own reflection–bloodied, trembling, stripped of all dignity–while that monster climbed over me.
Carter didn’t even blink.
He just glanced at me once, then turned to Mila with a soft smile and said: “As long as you’re happy.”
Just as the homeless man reached to undo his belt, the leash jerked violently.
The car had started to move.
