Marcus swore, abandoned me on the filthy mattress, and stomped over to the folding table.He jabbed a button on the phone, then turned back, half-dressed and entirely revolting.‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘I’m not letting anyone disturb us. Now, get on your knees.’I sat with my knees drawn up and shrank back, pretending to be scared, while I inched closer to the iron rod.‘I said, get on your knees,’ he repeated, stepping closer. His crotch was now eye level. Perfect target practice.I stayed still. I was trembling, yes, but it wasn’t from fear. It was adrenaline, pure and savage, burning through me.Just one step closer, you bastard. One step, and I’ll headbutt you so hard your balls would ascend back into you.‘Don’t make me repeat myself,’ he said, tugging down his boxer briefs.I wanted to gag.His phone rang again.He glared at it. ‘Who the hell’s cockblocking me?’He walked away to pick up his phone, scowling at the screen.Could it be Kai? Lochlan? Someone from the factory? Maybe
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