Chapter Forty-Five:
When Rudd came to visit, shortly before lunchtime, he wasn’t alone.
Cloey had been lightly slumbering when she was jolted by the sound of the side door closing. There was a murmured remark. A man laughed.
It started as a chill at the nape of her neck which raced down her spine, spreading a wave of panic through Cloey’s chest. Her eyes wavered in disbelief as the three of them moved to her bedside and eyed the sheet, the look of lusty intent twisting their features. Cloey braced herself for the unimaginable. She had read the horrifying accounts of women who had suffered the trauma of multiple r***s and now she shared the room with three men. She braced herself against the cold reality: She would be forced to avail her body to each of them.
She’d heard the term before
