Chapter 179

I'm going to kill them for this.

How many hours had Carlie already screamed? Was it days since she'd last enjoyed a pain free existence? Couldn't she just hurry up and die already? Anything to stop the agony, an agony caused by a poisoning she still didn't understand even as she'd used the act to distract herself from the worst moments of her life.

Why keep her alive, feed her, bathe her, and arouse her to the point she would have begged them for their touch only to kill her slowly with some jungle potion? When none of her screamed curses to that query earned her answers or oblivion, she dreamt up ways of killing the two bastards who betrayed her. For some reason, though, those violent fantasies tended to always end up devolving into some erotic orgy where she bit and rode them like a cowgirl out of control. Some punishment.