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that he had really fucking broken the rules this time.

Chapter Twenty-Two - Draco
    I let the water spray my face and I wondered what the hell my plan was. I shouldn't have taken her, I was risking too much by doing this. My life was over. The moment I walked out of The Shell with her passed out in my arms, I knew I was a dead man walking. I couldn't do what Rahul needed me to do, and if I refused I knew he would do it a lot worse than I ever would.
    Rahul was such an arsehole. He told me I had to make Aimee comply sexually for her own good. He told me that she had not been completely explored and if she won’t do it for me, then she wont do it for the purchaser at The Lights show. I had thought about it, and I knew that if he did it instead, he would hurt her, so I ended up raping her mouth. I hated myself in that moment. I had never had to do anything on that scale before, and I felt too much for Aimee as it was. I didn't know why I felt more than I should for her, but I almost felt responsible for her, I felt like I had lead her here and I had to protect her like I had promised her sister. So when he made me do that to her, I reached a new low.
    After I sexually assaulted Aimee, I had to act calm and casual with Rahul. He patted me on the back and told me he was proud of me. We had less than a week and then she would be sold and the days screamed in my head like a countdown, Rahul asked too much of me...
    "Good work, although I did order you to cum down her throat, which you did not do. How was she?" His voice had sounded slimy and dirty.
    "Yeah I thought my cum should be a treat, not a punishment. She was okay. Nothing special." I lied through my teeth. I knew she wasn't even trying but her tentative licks were actually pretty mind-blowing, that's what made it harder to feel guilty.
    "Well, we take it up a notch tomorrow. Tomorrow night, my friend, you will finally be like me. Tomorrow night, you're going to hold our little Aimee down and fuck her until she begs you to stop. I know you'll love it. She will be completely yours."
    I remember his eyes in that moment , if he had licked his lips as he said it, I wouldn't have been surprised. He was hungry for it and his dark eyes made me twitch. I knew she would end up worse off if I refused, but watching her sob on the monitor that night made it impossible to do what he had asked. I thought for all of five minutes and suddenly she was in my car and I had her mixed CD playing, driving miles with a mix of Michael Jackson's Man in the Mirror and Queen’s Somebody to Love mixed with modern songs, and reaching some dingy motel.
    So now what? I have no idea. In about two hours Rahul would realise we were gone and he would come looking for us. Where do I take her? I've defied Jethro too, I had no ideas and no plans. I just had a girl who I had to save from myself.
    I got out the shower and heard her moving the cuffs that confined her to the bed. This place was pretty tragic, the shower was mostly cold with mold on the tiles, the flooring was half-missing and the main room consisted of a bed and a TV. I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. I looked over at her, her bruises were slowly healing and her face looked a lot better. Despite all that had happened to her, she really was stunning. Her hair was greasy and disheveled her skin dry and cracked, her body wasn't clean, but underneath the dirt and the old ripped t-shirt that I had thrown on her when I escaped; she was beautiful. Her eyes sparkled so bright and her lips were a lush pink. I had noticed that a woman's lips were usually a similar color to her nipples and this was definitely the case with my fair skinned Aimee. Her complexion was so unusual for her dark hair colour. She pulled on the cuff and looked at me, I watched her eyes wander over my pecks and my subtle abs, her pupils dilated and I smiled at her. She didn't smile back.
    "What th e fuck is going on?" she asked, pulling her cuff