chapter 15(4)

Abbie Kade climbs onto the bed, settling between Lacey’s legs. His hands run along her thighs, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. She winces but doesn’t move, doesn’t cry out. I wonder if she’s learned, like I have, that showing pain only makes it worse. He leans down, pressing his mouth to her neck, and she lets out a soft, forced moan. I can tell it’s fake, that she’s trying to give him what he wants so he’ll get it over with quickly. “Louder,” he commands, his voice low and dangerous. Lacey obeys, her moans growing louder, more exaggerated, as his hands roam her body. I can’t tear my eyes away, no matter how much I want to. Every second feels like a knife carving into my soul, each moment a reminder of how powerless I am. Tears stream down my face, but I don’t dare blink them away. The man holding me would notice, and I know he’s waiting for any excuse to hurt me further. Kade’s movements grow more aggressive as he positions himself, forcing himself into Lacey with