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“Jordie.” Kain’s panicked voice pulls my attention to the cell in front again.
“I’m okay,” I say. “Blake, Asher, Cassie?” I call out, but no answer comes.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
They’ve captured us. They fucking got us.
How?
A clang echoes throughout the room, and hollow footsteps fill the chamber along with a yellow light.
A hooded shadow walks closer from the hallway beside mine and Kain’s cells.
Several hooded shadows.
They finally stop and face my cell.
“Hey, asshole!” Kain’s angry growl bounces off the walls.
They don’t move.
Chains clatter and wet footsteps echo.
The figure moves, unlocking a padlock on my cell, and letting themselves inside. I back away to the corner of the room, as far as the short chains will let me, which isn’t far at all. They stand next to me; the air colder than it was. The other figure goes into Kain’s cell and stands next to him. I can see him clearer than I could a few moments ago and his face is filled with pure rage.
“Do. Not. Touch. Her,” he snarls. “Do it to me, instead.”
My breath shakes as I keep my eyes on the statue standing next to me.
Kain’s person grips his chin with a gloved hand while Kain thrashes in his restraints, but they have too firm a grip on him as he keeps Kain’s face tilted towards me.
“Fuck off,” I grit.
“Jordie!” Kain barks.
A gloved hand reaches out towards me and I kick my leg out, narrowly missing it.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Kain shouts. “Get off me!”
Leather grips my stomach and I freeze, my breaths coming out in short, panicked pants. I pull on the cuffs, but to no avail, all it does is bruise my wrists.
“Get off!” I scream, attempting to jerk away, but the hand only tightens, pushing me against the cold stone.
“Get your fucking hands off—” Kain’s growl is muffled by a hand covering his mouth, before his head hits the concrete floor.
“Kain!” I shout as the hand begins travelling lower and across the hem of my panties. “Stop!”
My forehead breaks out in a cold sweat as nausea coils in my stomach.
My body.
They’re touching my body.
The glove works its way to my hip, gliding down, almost pulling my panties with it, but I jerk again, making them snap back into place. Kain’s distressed and frantic mumbles still ring around the room as I kick my feet out at the hooded person.
“Touch me again and I will break your fucking kneecaps,” I threaten, but what am I actually going to do when I’m powerless against them?
The figure bends down in front of me, grips my ankles and yanks me down. My ass hits the hard concrete, making pain radiate along my spine, causing me to cry out. They tilt their head to the side before exiting, and I’m left with the sound of our heavy breathing.
