The words slammed into me.
Āsshole.
Opened up.
Finger fück.
No. No. Not there. Never there.
I had never been touched there before. How would my āss handle it? My stomach twisted at just the thought of his finger pushing into my tight āss. Bile rose in my throat.
I shifted on the table, having no idea what to do or how to stop him.
I stared at Charles in alarm as he pulled on a black glove. “Open your mouth.”
I gulped and once again felt helpless. Maybe it wouldn’t be painful and…
Charles pressed his fingers to my lips. So many thoughts ran through my mind. I could bite his fingers and run.
But I was weak. Would I even go far?
I should have told my driver to call the police if he didn’t hear from me in a day. I had told him not to disturb or show up at Jared’s house.
“Margaret,”
