The Biker's Plaything (Straight to Hell MC #1) - Sam Crescent Page 0,19

she was about to give up, the abuse ceased, and she heard a horrible sound that made her cringe.

Glancing up, she was shocked to see Lord standing there. The look on his face was pure evil.

He’d humiliated her. Nothing she’d felt for him had been reciprocated.

The woman who’d brought her some clothes had told her she was going to have to earn her keep. Rats didn’t get a free ride. The skimpy clothes were bad enough, but as soon as they’d pulled her out of the room, the men had mocked her fat ass and horrible tits.

If this was Lord’s idea of belonging to him, it sucked. This reminded her of being back in high school—only worse. She never dressed like this and now she was so utterly humiliated. And never so alone.

Death would be preferable about now.

He bent down toward her and she tried to scramble away. When she did, she whimpered as pain exploded from her ankle and wrist. She stopped and stayed perfectly still, panting as he glared. How much more could she endure?

“Ally, don’t.”

Tears traced down her cheeks.

“Look around you,” he said.

She frowned. He wasn’t going anywhere, so she tentatively glanced around her. The men who’d been laughing were no longer smiling. In fact, their faces were averted. The women who’d gathered around her and started to hurt her, they were on the ground. One appeared unconscious. She knew without a doubt Lord had put them there.

Staring at him, she felt sick. “I think I’m going to throw up.” She tried to stop it but then she leaned over and threw up the food she’d eaten last night, some of it going on Lord’s boot.

She sniffled and pressed her hands to her face, trying to compose herself, but it was impossible to do so. Nothing could be worse than this.

Pain.

She hated it. Memories, dark, horrible memories swirled within her mind.

Lord’s hand went to her knees and the other went to her back. She wanted to fight him, but she didn’t have the energy. This was the last time she’d trust anyone ever again. He lifted her without effort and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on to him, hoping he wouldn’t drop her.

“I’ve got you.”

She pressed her face against his shoulder, trying not to lose it. She was so close to losing it. That very morning, she’d been sobbing in the shower. Lord was like an entirely different person. One moment hot, the next cold. She didn’t know what to think anymore.

Last night, he’d been laughing, joking, making fun of her while she watched that horror film. She hadn’t had a carefree night like that in ages. Then this morning, she’d gotten whiplash from the change in him. It wasn’t something new for her, but she just hoped Lord was different. Her father had been a classic example, as her mother had been. The drugs and gambling were a perfect reason for them to be constantly up and down.

She couldn’t stand it, and this morning, it made her feel like a child. Ally wanted off the rollercoaster.

Lord didn’t take her to his bedroom. This time, they entered his office and he gently put her down on the sofa. It was nice and soft. With her good hand, she tried to pull the base of the skirt down, but it was way too small. The woman had also said she wasn’t allowed to wear underwear. Could there be anything more humiliating now? Those men had seen her personals.

She’d gone down with a thump to the floor. She’d never been a violent person. All her life, she’d learned to take the punches, the nasty words, the pushing, shoving, all of it. She thought could take it.

Lord stood close and he removed his shirt, exposing his very scarred, but muscular body. She pulled away as he tried to put it on her. She wanted to cover her body, to help soothe the pain, but all those cruel words had hurt her more than the punches.

“Baby, I’m trying to help you.”

“I … it hurts,” she said.

He glared and she tried to get the sofa to completely swallow her up. Lord captured her face and held her still. “I didn’t order this. I want you to know that.”

She didn’t believe him. He was the leader.

“Ally.”

“My hand hurts. I think it’s broken.”

She lifted it up for him to see. His gaze didn’t waver from hers but she didn’t stop holding her hand up for him to see. She could barely