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I
shouted.
    “Do exactly as you’re told, Emily.” Logan’s
words were stiff and controlled. I wasn’t even sure it was Logan.
Was my mind playing tricks on me? I couldn’t understand why he
wasn’t coming to help me.
    I heard the slither of leather sliding
across the floor and then the whoosh in the air.
    I tensed. Neck tight, eyes closed.
    The whip came down hard again and I jerked,
arching my back as it struck. My arms took the weight of my body as
I hung limp from the chains ... sobbing, chest heaving, tears
running down my cheeks.
    Silence.
    I heaved in and out, my back raw and feeling
like a blow torch had been brushed across it.
    “You speak only when you’re told to or
you’ll feel the cut of the whip. Understand?”
    The whip came down hard on my back again,
and I gasped, throwing my head back as my body swayed back and
forth. “Yes. Yes, I understand.”
    The sound of the guy laughing made my
stomach churn, and the water threatened to come back up. I started
breathing heavily through my mouth, desperate to keep the precious
water in my stomach.
    I heard the glide of leather on the tiles.
“Please, no more.”
    My plea was ignored as the whip crackled and
slashed into the back of my legs. I shrieked and tried to get away,
yanking on the chains and moving my body back and forth.
    Again it came.
    Then again.
    And again.
    I lost count of how many times he whipped me
over and over again, my skin searing and throbbing from my
shoulders down to my ankles. I swung back and forth on the chains
limp and unable to fight anymore. My mind kept crying, but I was
silent, afraid to scream, to cry, to do anything that might make
them continue hitting me.
    Then it stopped.
    “We leave in two days. Take her to the
transporter’s location. He will crate her and meet—”
    “No,” Logan said. “That won’t be necessary.”
Inside I was begging him to hold me, take me in his arms and tell
me everything was going to be okay. That he was going to take me
away from here.
    “Do you think I trust you?” I heard the
scrape of something heavy sliding over the floor.
    “She dies in transport then you have
nothing. And I have nothing. The girl stays with me.”
    Silence.
    “Very well, but Dave and Jacob will
accompany you. Logan ... no mistakes. Compendia? ”
    Suddenly I felt a body behind me, and I
panicked as I smelled the gym-bag scent of Alfonzo. A hand slowly
slid down my back over top the welts and then stopped on my
stinging ass. He squeezed, and I winced as his fingers cut into the
welts. I could feel his body against mine, his hard cock pressed
into me.
    I moaned and shook violently causing my body
to sway on the chains. He laughed in my ear, his breath wafting
across my cheek. His hand slid further down, hesitated, then cupped
me hard between my legs.
    I cried louder, pulling my bonds, blood
dripping from my wrists. “Please don’t touch me. Help me ...” I
stopped myself from saying Logan’s name, afraid they’d whip me
again.
    “He won’t help you anymore. No one will,”
Alfonzo whispered in my ear. He pushed aside my panties and slipped
a finger inside me. A part of me died that moment. It was like all
the crying, the thirst, the pain was nothing compared to the
violation of my body while Logan stood behind me and did
nothing.
    “No. Please no. Why are you doing this?”
    How could Logan do this? How could he watch
another man hurt me? I sobbed quietly while his thick finger
pressed in and out, his heavy breathing next to my ear. I heard his
clothing rustling as if ... I couldn’t think. My mind was in a haze
with disbelief smothering out any hope that Logan was going to stop
this.
    I heard sharp angered voices behind me. I
couldn’t make out what was being said, and really, I no longer
cared. I was so hurt and humiliated, and all I wanted to do was
curl up and die.
    I felt cold. Alone. And unable to stop the
predator from violating my body.
    Alfonzo made a low groan, stiffened, and
then his finger