Trigger Warning: Violence, sexual assault (memories of a past life).
I tried hard not to let my guys know how terrified I truly was. I knew it was a fruitless effort; their connection to me was so strong that they could easily feel exactly what I was going through. This… man, Reaver, the monster in front of me, was the one who took the most pleasure in hearing my screams.
I could still feel his hand pinning both of mine above my head, holding me in place while he did whatever he wanted to do. His rough voice beside my ear telling me in great detail about his plans for me. His thoughts on whether or not that would be the night I died.
But I needed to play my part. This was my plan, my mission, and I would see it through to the end.
