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JESSICA

Riot is not dead.

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I am sure of that after I overheard some of Theo’s men talking about it. The walls are not thick enough to conceal their ns for me.

Damn it. I need to get out of here.

I lick my lips–dry, cracked, bloody–and stare at the only window in this shithole. Too high, too narrow, but if I could just get my hands free, if I could stand without my knees giving out, I could maybe–fuck.

I jerk myself higher, half–dragging a useless leg, hoping I’ll fucking reach the only window in this ce. Theo must’ve shoved me in some hole no one can smell me inb–/bsmart bastard.

If I can just–fuck–reach that goddamn window….my eyes snapped open and I quickly went back to the corner side when I heard some footsteps outside.

He’s here.

Theo’s here.

No.

No, no, fuck no.

“Stay the fuck away,” I hiss, low and hoarse, barely sound. My fingers tighten around the rusted pipe I dragged from the corner–my only weapon. My only goddamn chance. It’s shaking in my grip. Or maybe that’s me. Doesn’t matter. I’ll split his fucking skull open before he have me.

“Let go of the pipe, baby,” Theo purrs, throwing a stack of tes against the far wall.

The sound makes me jump in an instant, and I’ll be damned because everything in me has been sensitive ever since he bit meb–/bskin too raw, ears too sharp, blood too hot and crawling.

He’s doing this on purpose. That sick, grinning bastard.

I don’t let go of the pipe.

Theo steps forward, and I keep on stepping back so the bastard won’t reach me.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he croons, cocking his head like a predator pretending to be curious. “Scared I’ll bite again?b” /b

I tighten my hold. My back hits the far wall.

No more space left.

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His eyes drop to my chest–watching it rise too fast, watching me breathe wrong, shake wrong, exist wrong.

“Careful, Jess. You’re leaking fear.”

He says it like it’s delicious.

I shift the pipe in my grip, angle it toward his face. “Come closer,” I croak. “See what else I’ll leak.”

“God, I missed your mouth.”

One step closer and I’ll swing. I swear to fucking moon goddess. I’ll rip his skull and feed it to his men. outside.

“You smell like heat,” he says, voice soft, almost admiring. “It’s driving me insane.”

I bare my teeth. “Good. Rot in it.”

But my thighs are slick.

Betrayal, right there between my legs.

Theo tips his head, tongue grazing the inside of his cheek like he can taste it from here. His boots drag slow across the concrete, calcted,zy–he’s hunting me without moving fast

“You want to kill me so bad, don’t you?” he growls, eyes zing with that fucked–up hunger. “All that rage, all that heat… I can smell it dripping off you. It’s making me hard.”

I spit in his face.

He grins–sharp, feral, bloodthirsty–and wipes it off with the back of his hand.

I swing the pipe hard. Miss his skull by an inch and hear it crack into the wall–dust rains down.

Theo lunges. I twist to dodge, but he’s faster. Grabs the pipe mid–swing, wrenches it out of my grip like it’s a toy, and throws it across the room with a ng. I m back against the wall, breath knocked out of me, my useless leg folding.

Still, I snarl. Still, I wi. /i

He pins me anyway–chest to mine, mouth at my throat, hands braced hard against the wall like he’s caging a rabid thing. Which I am.

“I love ying with you, Jessica,” Theo snarls, and before I can spit another curse, he ms me down–hard. My back hits cold concrete, skull bouncing once, and his weight pins me like a kill. His palm grips my throat -not tight, just enough to remind me he could crush it. “But fucking cat,” he growls against my jaw, breath hot and rank with blood. “We’ve got somewhere to be.”

He drags the tray across the floor with his boot and kicks it closer–meat still steaming, still bleeding. My stomach twists. My mouth waters. The scent–iron and marrow and kill–hits me so hard I almost moan.

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I shove the tray away.

“I’m not your bitch.”

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Theoughs. He leans down, tongue dragging up the shell of my ear, slow and taunting.

“But your body is starving like one.”

I twist, dig my nails into his ribs, try to bite his cheek but he jerks backughing, fucking howling, and the sound tears through me–wrong, right, I can’t tell anymore.

“I’ll be back by five. Eat or you’ll die starving in the fucking road. I don’t fucking care.”

Theo’s right.

I don’t want to fucking die.

I stare at the meat. Bloody. Raw. Still steaming. The fucking nerve–he knows what this does to me. He wants me to break.

Wants me to crawl.

My fingers twitch.

No.

No.

Fuck him.

But my gut twists like it’s trying to fist itself, and saliva floods my mouth so fast I choke on it. My nails dig into my thighs–hard, deep, enough to tear. I bite my tongue to keep from whimpering. I feel like I’m vibrating, my skin too tight, breathing in sharp and wrong.

Meat.

Animal.

Mine.

“Fuck,” I whisper, and crawl. On all fours like a fucking starved animal,

I snatch the meat and sink my teeth in–ripping, biting, chewing like it insulted me. Like I’m punishing it for being what he gave me. Warm grease drips down my chin, soaks into my shirt. I’m chewing so fast I can’t breathe. I gag once. I keep going anyway.

I’m not crying. I’m not crying.

But my whole body’s shaking like it’s been wrung out, and my lungs are working double just to get air through the fucking stench of shame.

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He’s not even here and I can feel him smiling.

That sick, cocky bastard.

Probably stroking his cock thinking about this.

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I swallow a chunk too big and nearly choke. m a fist into the floor to ride it out. My stomach snarls like it’s alive, my spine sparks like it’s trying to shift under my skin.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and taste blood. Mine, maybe. I don’t care.

I fucking hate him.

And I’m going to kill him.

After I eat everyst bite.

True to his word, he’s back five minutester. Maybe less. His eyes sh hunger when he sees me crawling back on the corner of the ce.

“Good girl,” he sneers. “Told you, we’re going to have so much fun if you’re just obedient, Jess.”

I don’t answer. He’s already stalking the window, checking the bars like he’s locking up a fucking stray. I stay crouched, blood in my mouth, meat still rotting on my tongue.

After some time, he grabs me by the arm and yanks me up. I did not question where he’s taking me. I’m busy trying to make sense of the whole ce so I can n my escape.

I lurch forward and he shoves me again, harder, until my shoulder clips the edge of a broken sink and I snarl. “I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Strip,” he says.

My eyes snap to him. “Do it,” he growls. “Or I’ll do it for you.”

“Where are you taking me?”

He tilts his head like he wants to savor the words crawling up my throat. Then heughs–low, ugly, hungry. “I’m taking you to Grayson.”

H–He’s…taking me to?

“W–What?”

He yanks me forward, close enough that his breath hits my mouth. “Thought you’d like a little reunion,” he says, “Plus, I have a surprise for him.”

Surprise? What surprise?

I don’t know why but I’m starting to get scared for Grayson.

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JESSICA