Chapter Forty-Seven:
Rudd stood at the side of the bed and ran his eyes along Cloey’s child-like body, his chest puffed with the sense of ownership. She was helpless and had no choice but to yield to any depraved s*x-act he might care to think up. That thought, the realization of the power he held over her, was mind-altering.
Blood hammered in his brain and he became volatile. “You’re a fuckin’ mess,” he sneered, looking between her splayed legs. He reached for the bed sheet on the floor and balled it up in his hand. “A real fuckin’ mess.” And he hooked Cloey’s leg in the crook of an arm and lifted her bum from the mattress. He scrubbed her crotch with the sheet. “You need to learn to keep yourself clean for me.”
Cloey seethed. She was as raw as ground meat and it felt like Rudd was sco
