"Want a closer look, my darling? He's not so pretty now that there's hardly anything left of his face."
I trembled all over, my mind trying to refuse it, but the evidence was clear. A switch flipped in my head and I ran at Ramon with a shriek, slamming into him before anyone could get near to me and gouging scratches across his face as I went for every bare piece of skin I could find. I uprooted him and he hit the deck with a yell beneath me. I grabbed hold of his head, pushing my thumbs against his eyes as hard as I could. I was shaking and full of hate and despair. I didn’t care if his death equalled mine. I’d pay the price.
Before I could do nearly enough damage, Antonio dragged me off of him and I kicked and thrashed.
He swore as he fought to hold me still and more men came to his aid, two of them catching my legs as I battled them with every ounce of strength in my body.
"You fucking whore!" Ramon roared as he got to his feet. "Take her up to my cabin. I've had enough of this." He strode after us as the three men hauled me upstairs and I managed to leave marks on all of them by the time they carried me through a fancy lounge then into a large room beyond it with shiny wooden walls and a king sized bed at the heart of it. White satin sheets adorned it and the scent in the air was as crisp as newly printed dollar bills.
"Tie her hands in front of her," Ramon instructed and Antonio yanked my wrists together and slid a zip-tie around them, apparently always prepared for every fucking occasion.
"Leave us," Ramon growled.
"Okay boss," Antonio said as I continued to fight him like a feral cat.
"And don't disturb us until we're in Mexico,” Ramon added.
They shoved me onto the bed, bowing their heads obediently and walked out the door. Ramon moved to lock it with a key which he promptly tucked into his pants’ pocket.
He reached for his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it from the loops and I hurried to get up off the bed. "I'm done playing nice." He strode toward me and I lifted my chin defiantly.
He caught my hair, shoving me down onto the mattress again face first and I fought hard as I tried to get up, but his hand pressed firmly down on my spine. He ripped the back of my dress open, tearing through the zip and his legs clamped around mine to keep me in place as I tried to kick him. I growled into the sheets, tugging hard at the zip-tie around my wrists as I tried to snap it, my pulse thundering in my skull.
Ramon suddenly whipped his belt across my shoulder blades and my skin flared with fire. I didn't give him the satisfaction of screaming. Even when he did it again and again. I bit down on the comforter and took every whip as my skin burned under each strike. But it didn’t matter. He could flay me alive and I’d still come for him. I’d still be his death.
Ramon was panting when he stopped, leaning down and resting his mouth against my ear, the slick sweat on his face making his skin stick to mine. His hand roamed down over my hips to grip my ass as he groped me. "I will break you, Sasha. You will learn to be an obedient wife again. If pain doesn't do it, there are other ways..."
We sat in the dark engine room of the enormous yacht, waiting for the thing to pull away from the shore with the blood of our enemies staining our skin. We’d only had to kill two guards to get onboard and with a boat this big and a crew this large, we were fairly confident that their absence would go unnoticed for a while.
Besides, it wasn’t like there were any bodies to be found. We’d tied them to a couple of heavy crates that had been left out on the deck and dropped them overboard for the sharks to enjoy. A tasty snack of stupid motherfucker to eat before bed. I was a damn sealife hero, providing food for hungry creatures and saving them from the trials of having to hunt it down themselves.