Let’s Play a Game #2
Eyes trained on hers, he lifted the cigar to his mouth, inhaled off it, let it simmer, then exhaled. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. His pace suggested he had all the time in the world to wait her out.
Minutes passed. She stared back, unflinching.
At some point, he was going to burn her with the cigar.
That was a given. Otherwise, why this little show for her benefit?
He might even resort to the lantern, or even to lighting the camp stove, to burn her in other ways.
He was a great improviser, but he usually worked with methodical precision and purpose.
Terrified, she might be, but she would do everything in her power to keep it from him. Would she break eventually? Most likely. Everyone had a breaking point. But she would hold out until she absolutely couldn’t anymore. He wasn’t worth her fear.
He leaned forward, forearms on his thighs, cigar held between his knees in one hand. Apparently, he was done waiting.
“Guillermo is missing you, Gigi.” There was no emotion in his voice.
“He can’t be that disappointed by my absence.
After all, he tied me up and held me captive in one of his safe houses.
That’s not exactly the action of a loving fiancé.
” The words might be those an ex-girlfriend might say, lamenting the end of the relationship, but she mirrored Cesar’s own lack of emotion.
“That was for safety.”
“Really. Mine? Or his?”
Cesar’s nostrils flared slightly. If she hadn’t been watching closely, she might have missed it. Interesting. She’d hit on a truth. Knowing who she was now, Guillermo was afraid of her.
“You really don’t have room for defiance. If you think this situation ends well for you, then you’re fooling yourself.”
“I have no delusions about my situation, Cesar,” she snipped.
He leaned back in the chair again and raised the cigar to his mouth. After another drag in and blow out, he nodded at the two men holding her, and they propelled her between his legs and onto her knees.
“Oh, I think things are much worse than you suspect them to be. ‘Little spy,’ that’s what he fondly calls you, isn’t it?”
Her heartbeat tripped over itself. Fuck! How did they know? Was one of the men a plant after all?
Steel was the most obvious choice. He was Guillermo’s brother. They might be half brothers, but he’d worked for the cartel. She’d seen some of what he was capable of. He could have lied about how he felt toward the man and his family.
Demon? She couldn’t see how that was possible. What would he get out of it? Money was always a motivator, but somehow, it didn’t feel right.
Triumph? Instantly, she felt her heart cracking. She knew reaching out to him was dangerous. Could he have turned her in to Guillermo? Or could he have notified the CIA and then been convinced to reel her in? That would mean one of her contacts, probably her handler, had been touched by the cartel.
All her insecurities rushed to the forefront of her mind and heart, but she knew that letting any of that show on her face would make things much worse for her than they already were.
Her brain replayed words from the top of the hill over the village.
“I don’t expect you to believe overnight.
Hell, you may never believe one hundred percent, and I get that.
As many times as you need to hear it, I’ll say it.
It doesn’t help that we’ve skipped quite a few steps in the whole relationship sequence, but doing so suggests you trust me, at least a little bit. ”
No. He wasn’t a spy for Guillermo. It didn’t matter that the situation was dire. She could not accept that he had brought her through all of this just to hand her over. She would never accept it as the truth.
Demon’s voice rattled in her head. “All you have to do is stay alive. If you get caught, do whatever it takes to stay alive. I mean it. Whatever it takes.”
On its heels was the confirmation from Steel. “No act is unforgivable to give in to.”
None of them were responsible for Cesar’s presence.
Something else had tuned him in to where she was.
Right now, what or who it was didn’t matter.
She needed to get through this. Survive.
She needed to trust—something she had never done in her life before—that she would get out of this alive, and that Triumph would too.
“Now, little spy…”
The nickname she’d once found so endearing caused stomach acid to rise from her belly into her throat.
“We’re going to play a little game. You’re going to use some of those superb oral skills I’ve witnessed.
You get five minutes. For every minute you have to go beyond that to get me off, that’s how many bullets I’m going to put into your boyfriend next door.
So make it good. Maybe I won’t even fight coming. ”
Oh fuck. What did she do? Rape she could survive.
Balancing between giving him enough fear to convince him to keep playing with her so she stayed alive and keeping them from killing her through whatever pressure points they chose to use was a horrifying game to play, but she needed to do it right now.
Not only that, but there was Triumph to consider.
If she went too hard at Cesar to get him off, he’d know how desperate she was to keep Triumph from being hurt. Go too weak, and he’d suffer worse.
There was nothing for it. She’d have to finish Cesar quickly and hope he kept his word.
Highly unlikely.
In the space of her thoughts, he’d unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.
Gripping it at the base, he aimed it toward her, and the two men holding her pushed her in its direction.
Before she could open her mouth for him, he pulled himself back just out of reach.
“And no biting, little spy. Those teeth come into contact with my cock, I will shoot him in every one of his extremities, then slice his dick off and feed it to him while you watch him chew every bite. Understand?”
“I understand,” she ground out.
With a violent shove, one of the men pushed her head down so her mouth enveloped Cesar’s cock, and they taunted her with every swipe up and down.
He kept a count. Every thirty seconds, between grunts, he reminded her how long it was taking.
Inside her head, she tried to divorce herself from the actions.
Stay alive! Stay alive! Stay alive! She just kept repeating it over and over, possibly her last ever affirmation.
Because if she wasn’t alive, then Triumph had very little chance of staying alive as well.
The man must have really been fixated on her because it took him very little time to erupt into her mouth. As he came, his two henchmen shoved her down further so she choked on his cum, but as soon as they let up, she reared away and spat what she could onto the dirt floor.
Gasping for breath, his cock lying semihard against his upper thigh, he laughed, and his hand caught her by the throat, squeezing just enough to restrict the air but not stop it.
“Still fiery, I see. That’s what I figured you would be.
Such a fucking tease all these years. Well, I get my turn now.
Guillermo is finished with you, little spy.
You’re mine until I get bored. And while I do get bored quickly, it won’t be easy on you.
“Again,” he barked. “And it may take a little bit to get me hard, so if you want to keep Mason Zelinski lead-free, you’d best do even better this time.
” He squeezed just a bit harder and brought his face within centimeters of hers.
“And if you spit me out on the floor again, I will fuck you on top of his dead corpse.”
She’d never hated anyone like she hated this man.