Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,2
I know if they got the chance they would fuck me.
“Yes, sir,” I grit out and march away. I hear them congratulating him on landing such a well behaved slave. Fucking arseholes.
When I reach the bar a man blocks my way. He’s big, his eyes are sharp and filled with anger, and his body almost vibrates with hate—for who I don’t know and I don’t want to.
I sidestep him and he mirrors my movement, blocking me again. Without speaking to me, he reaches forward and fondles my breast. I step back, wanting to murder him, and he just laughs and wanders away. Fuck it, his drink can wait. I’ll pay for it later, but I need a moment or I will explode.
Striding away, I slip around the corner and into the bathroom in the hallway, hiding for a moment.
I swipe at the useless tears tracking down my face and hang my head, looking down at the sink. How I wish I could go back in there, steal one of the guns they’re all packing and just kill them all. I was once a good girl, I did as I was told, I followed the law—fuck, I didn't even speed. I enjoyed sex and men, but who doesn't. Now? The darkness is almost overtaking me, I would do anything—be anything—if it meant they got to pay for their sins.
The door opens and I freeze, swinging my head around to face the wide-eyed waiter. Shit, did I not lock the door? Stupid, Dawn, real stupid. Straightening, I try to pretend he didn't just witness me having a breakdown, but I see his eyes soften and his face fill with concern. He slips inside and shuts the door gently, holding his hands up when I step back and meet the wall.
“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you. Are you okay?” He steps forward again, his young face filled with determination and concern. I wonder what it’s like to be that innocent. “I saw you earlier and I can see the bruises, do you need me to help you?”
“You should go before someone sees you,” I say softly, not wanting to be responsible for another man's death. Because if he’s caught in here, that's what it will mean—hell, he killed a man for looking at me funny once.
“I can help you,” he urges, lowering his voice like I’m cornered animal.
“Please, leave!” I beg, looking around desperately. I can’t, I can’t have anyone else's blood on my hands.
The door opens just then and my heart sinks. He hears it and spins, standing in front of me like he can defend me. Tim’s man from before looks from me to the waiter with a grin. “Well, well princess, lookie what I found. He’s going to be so mad, I wonder if he will let me punish you again.”
The waiter puffs up in indignation at his words, even as I go numb. “You can’t just talk-” His words cut off in a gurgle as Tim’s man darts forward and cuts off his air.
“You are coming with me. I can’t wait to see what he does to you.” The man laughs and drags the choking waiter from the bathroom. I hesitate before following, each step pounding into my head with finality. When I reach the living room, I spot Tim standing with a frown. When he sees the waiter in his man’s hand, and me lingering behind, his face turns molten. He excuses himself from the conversation and strides towards us.
He doesn’t stop until he grips my arm, hard. “Bring him with us,” he growls before dragging me down the corridor and throwing me into the bedroom. I fly onto the floor before quickly getting to my knees. A thump sounds next to me and I turn to see the gasping waiter his face purple, is on the floor next to me. Looking over my shoulder, I spot the door closing as another of Tim’s men slips inside and stands in front of it with the first. I’m trapped, and I have a bad fucking feeling.
“Sir, I-” My words are cut off as he backhands me, sending me sprawling to the carpet. I hear his men laugh, even as I spot the waiter trying to get to his feet, anger still seeping to his expression. This kid really doesn't give up, you’ve got to admire him for it.
“Stay down and you might live,” I whisper, knowing it’s a lie. They will kill him, they have to.