Free All the Pretty Ghosts (The Never Alone Series Book 1) by Jamie Campbell

girl. You may as well get used to it. You’re our pet now, I can do whatever I like to you.”
    He eyed me for a few more moments until my eyes dropped to the floor. It was really going to happen. This horrible, evil creature was going to do whatever he wanted with me and my body.
    A part of me wished he would just get it over and done with.
    “Okay, let’s try this again,” Taz said as he leaned in. He pulled my blouse up so it sat on the top of my breasts, exposing my white bra. “I was hoping for a bit more volume.”
    “Sorry to disappoint you,” I scowled back.
    “Itty bitty titties. I hope the rest of you is equally as… tight.” I wished my hands were tight around his neck. That would have been a good end to the situation. I would have done it, too. If my hands were free, I swear to God I would have strangled the life out of him before he could lay one more finger on me.
    His large, dirty hands skimmed around my waist, exploring lower until they reached the top of my jeans again. It was like he was unwrapping a present slowly, enjoying the thrill of the anticipation just as much as the actual gift inside. I felt every touch with disgust and a growing sense of panic that he wasn’t going to stop. He was really going to go ahead and hurt me.
    “This is nice,” Taz sighed, more to himself than me, I’m sure. “Have you done the nasty with anyone before? Am I going to be your first?”
    Nothing in the world would force me to answer his question. I did not want him to have the privilege of knowing he would forever be remembered as the first guy I had sex with. Never in this world.
    “Shy all of a sudden?” He cocked his head to one side with the question. “I guess that’s a yes then. Don’t worry, they say the first time is always painful. Probably more painful for you, of course. I’m very experienced in this area, I know what I like.”
    “Do all girls have to be tied up before you can have your way with them?”
    “It’s more fun that way.” That smirk really needed to be removed from his face. I really wanted to be the one to do it. He got my zip all the way undone, exposing my pink panties. At least they were the grandma type, nothing remotely sexy.
    I pushed my bottom hard onto the seat, making it as difficult as possible for Taz to remove my jeans. He struggled for a few seconds before looking at me again. “That’s not being a good girl.” He held his hand above my thigh, threatening to inflict that awful pain again. “Do I need to remind you how to be good?”
    I shook my head fervently, desperate not to experience that kind of hurt again. If those were the kinds of skills they used when out raiding for food, my heart went out to the poor people currently on the receiving end.
    “Okay, let’s get back to it then.” He leaned forward but had changed tactics. He wasn’t going for the grope this time, he was actually moving in for a kiss. His lips approached mine while I reeled, disbelieving what was happening.
    His chapped lips met mine as his arms tried to encircle me for an intimate embrace. Now was my chance to inflict some serious pain back on him.
    I bit him.
    My teeth sank into his lips until I tasted blood. He instantly jumped back, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth. “What’d you do that for? Bitch.” He spat blood onto the floor, looking at it with his own disbelief.
    Apparently he had underestimated me.
    Before I could revel in my small win that I would no doubt pay severely for, Taz was on me. Except there was nothing sexy about the way he was touching me this time. His balled fists pounded into me, landing blow after blow everywhere they collided – my ribs, my arms, my abdomen.
    Pain shattered from every blow as I bit my own lip to stop myself screaming out. He grunted from the effort of every impact, calling me every swear word under the sun.
    I couldn’t breathe when he struck me square in the chest, knocking all the wind out of my lungs. I gasped as I tried