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A look back at Ms. Emoryâ€™s first exposure.
She calmed his rage, his craziness, his monsters. He bought her dresses and played her songs and imagined bending her over the foot of the bed and fucking her, that muscled little ass bouncing against his cock. Sometimes they played a little rough-he had to, with all that aggression building up. A man can only wait so long. Especially a man like him. And usually she'd liked it. She liked being choked till her vision faded, liked being spanked over his lap until his handprints turned from red to purple. But he wanted more than that. He pushed a little. And one day, he'd pushed a little too far.
And she'd ran. And then the police had arrived. The charges read, Assault. Battery. Rape.
But he hadn't raped her. He'd done a lot of things, but that wasn't one of them. And it had ruined his life. He'd watched her stand there in the courtroom and lie to everyone, her mother and father a half-dozen lawyers behind her. Dressed in a sweater and skirt that he'd never pictured her in. She was usually dressed in leather pants and mini skirts, with tight, cropped shirts.
She'd stood there, and met his eyes when they sentenced him. And then her parents had bundled her away. He hadn't seen her since then. All the time he'd been in jail, he never heard from her. When he'd been released, he started planning. And now, here they were. Here she was. Finally.
"You lied," Jack Doherty's steely eyes were glinting. He had grown over the last years. He had been to prison. His body was hard and muscled. His face didn't hold a single trace of softness. His skin was scarred and covered in tattoos. When she'd known him, he'd had just his family crest and a Celtic cross. When she'd known him, those green-gray eyes had been wild, but not like this. Nothing like this.
"I'm sorry," Cassie said, her voice on the edge of pleading. "I didn't understand things then. I was pressured. But I shouldn't have done that to you. I know that. I'm sorry."
"You're going to be." Jack was smiling, but it was a terrifying smile. Cold and sharp and predatory. "I went through hell because of you."
Cassie's eyes were becoming more and more frightened. He held up a hand to silence her when she tried to speak. It was his time now. Hers was over. "You know something, Cass? It's hard to find work when the world has labeled you a rapist. I've had to be a little creative with my work."
Cassie's pupils were saucers in those dark eyes. "What have you done? What are you doing?"
Sean and Alex were laughing. "Darling," drawled Sean, "your man here goes by another name now."
"Many names," Alex singsonged. "Ace. The King. Big Jack."
Cassie's eyes were getting larger and larger. "You're one of them, aren't you." She said at last, the news articles from the last eight months flashing before her eyes. People killed. Henchmen everywhere. Drugs, pouring into the cities. All run by three men. The Colonel, the Captain, and the General. Hundreds of men followed their orders. People disappeared weekly. Everyone was afraid. And Jack was one of them.
"Captain Jack, at your service," he said with a grin. "It's funny, what prison does to you, Cass." He cracked his knuckles. The message was clear.
Cassandra was twisting her hands unconsciously, rubbing the skin raw against the rough rope that bound her. "Are you going to kill me?"
Jack shrugged. "Maybe. Probably. But not just yet. Not anytime soon. I'm going to break you, Cass. I'm going to beat you and fuck you and humiliate you and use you until you can't even scream. Until you don't even beg anymore. Until you're just quiet. Until you don't even care. I'm going to make you feel like I felt when you fucked me over, and all these months since."
Cassandra's mouth was dropped open, her terror abject and obvious. She moved her lips as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out. Her body trembled so much the chair began to tap against the cement floor.
"Oh, and baby, you made a liar out of me.