Panic consumed me, my heart beating so fast as I tried to fight it back, but the mistrust from years of hatred and condescension came to my mind. I trembled at the idea that I was walking into a trap, before there were lips on me again.

A warm mouth covered mine and I knew it was Braxton. He was harsher when he kissed me than the other two.

“Calm down, we’ve got you,” he whispered against my mouth, then kissed me again, the rope secured to my neck and connected to my bound wrists.

“I’m nervous,” I breathed, and Braxton kissed away my words, finding my tongue, sliding his...