Author: T.L. Swan
Category: Christian
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“We do,” Mike replies. “She’s good to go. You’ve already finished with her.”
I turn my attention to the annoying little fuck. “Give me a reason to kill you. Make my fucking day.” I growl.
He narrows his eyes at me.
“Let her go.”
They stand and let her up off the floor and she practically jumps onto me and throws her arms around my neck for protection. She’s wet and cold and shaking in fear. My hand instinctively snakes around her waist.
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I glare at my crewmates. “Next person who touches this girl is going to fucking die. Do you all hear me?”
“Is that a threat?” Ian sneers.
I grab him by the throat and squeeze hard as I slam his head against the metal wall behind him. “That’s a fucking promise, cunt.”
The men all step back and glance at each other.
“Do not fucking piss me off!” I growl.
They take another step back and I open the door to throw her into my room just as Ian makes another desperate grab for her. I close the door behind her and then I turn and punch him hard and he doubles over in pain as he clutches his face.
I then turn to Mike. “Who’s next? You want to fucking go at me. Let’s go?”
The wimps all back down and begin to walk back up the hallway. Just as I thought they would… soft cocks.
I walk into my room, closing the door behind me before I turn to see her lying on the bed in the foetal position, crying.
I close my eyes in annoyance.
Fuck this shit.
* * *
Roshelle.
I pant and shake uncontrollably. I’m lying on the bed and the tears won’t stop.
I have never been so frightened in all of my life.
He walks back in and stands at the end of the bed for a moment as he watches me. Then he disappears into the bathroom and turns the shower on.
I shiver and shake, unable to control it. I’m so cold.
He reappears and watches me for a moment. “Get in the shower,” he demands.
I can’t get up, the shaking is so violent.
After watching me for a moment he picks me up and carries me into the bathroom and I cling to his neck for protection. The tears are running down my face.
“Stop shaking,” he snaps, annoyed.
“I can’t…I can’t help it,” I stammer. My teeth are chattering and the shudders through my body are violent.
“Christ,” he mutters to himself, and with an exhale of breath, he walks in under the water with me pressed against him. Both of my arms are around his neck and he is holding me like a bride.
He doesn’t speak, and for a long time we stay under the hot water as I cling to him. Eventually my shudders subside. I don’t know if it’s the shock or if I’m so physically exhausted from fighting, but I am struggling to stay awake. My eyes keep closing by themselves.
“Can you stand?” he asks as he puts me down.