Chapter 104

Poppy

I made a bunch of angry, muffled noises, but it was no use. Riley was too far gone. She was a moaning, thrashing, c.o.c.k-drunk mess, her eyes all glassy and unfocused, and she had no idea what was coming.

But I did.

My own eyes were wide and glued to watching as Uncle Ian knelt next to her writhing body. His big hands went for her little t.i.tties, cupping them possessively before he held up one of the shiny silver clamps.

He opened it, the little jaws gaping like a tiny metal mouth. I held my breath as he brought it closer, closer, closer to her pointy...