At the bewitching hour of midnight the casino was invariably at full swing. Tonight being Saturday, it was even better, Silk Weaver thought, looking about him at the multitudes of elite who had come to be swindled… expected to be swindled. The gaming tables were jammed, and the din of the slot machines in long rows lining the walls, coupled with the human roar and the even louder pitched voices of the stickmen chanting their litany in response to the fascinating dance of the red celluloid cubes, all blended in a wild conglomeration of fantastic action.
He moved among them, smiling tightly to him self. Tonight was his night, as the luscious Lily Vance was going to find out. He'd already given his orders to Pete, the bartender who poured drinks for the girls. Lily was getting constant doses of Quebrachine in her Cokes, a tasteless version of the aphrodisiac that Max liked to use occasionally.
Wafts of music coming from the stage behind the bar in the open adjacent lounge across the room drifted his way, interspersed with the clicking roulette wheel and the croupier's voice announcing: "Eighteen on the red," his distant tone obliterated by the nearest stickman droning: "Six! Six a number. Let's have odds the hard way. Get'em down… come and field bets. Here we go. Shooter coming out. Four! Four… six the number. You're looking for a six, sir. Six'll do it. Let'em roll… seven! Seven the loser! Next shooter. All bets down. The dice are coming out…"
Silk continued to smile to himself. The lounge was packed and the voluptuous, red-headed, naked doll that was perspiring beneath the spots in a frenzy of measured writhing, undulating movements to the loud, rocking, recording music, had just picked up her prop from the nearby little table… an eight-inch facsimile of a hardened prick made of flesh-like plastic. She was Rose O'Fara, a real colleen, one hell of a fuck, and before she was finished her male audience would be doing everything but actually laying their broads on top of the tables.
Her jutting, full breasts swayed heavily from side to side as she moved with the powerful rhythm of the music. She held the dildo in one hand while the other slowly, languorously, moved lovingly over her hot flesh until it reached one breast and held it out, nipple jutting toward the near-mesmerized audience. Then, slowly she turned, rotating on her toes, allowing herself to be seen in profile… a lovely S-shape, Silk thought momentarily, with the beauty of her breast lifting before her and the voluptuousness of her buttocks hollowing out behind… then, her back was to them, the whole of her luscious naked ass, wobbling and tensing at the audience, a full, bursting smoothness of flesh that moved and wiggled as if it searched for something, some beautiful invasion that could make it squirm in a complete, cooperative delight.
Silk watched her as she gradually bent her slim back forward, leaning away from audience that was gaping at her almost breathlessly, until the breadth of her lush buttocks was jutting toward them and rotating gently as if in obscene invitation. Her strong, shapely thighs were spread slightly and as she leaned down her copperish, hair-lined vaginal lips were presented head-on to the spectators, the thin, pink, dividing slit yet unopened to them. She lay the dildo on the floor in front of her, then reached back with her white, slender arms and gently pulled apart her buttocks with her fingers, disclosing in an even more lewd gesture her tiny pink wrinkled anus between, as if she were welcoming a sodomizing attack.
Around her little, revealed rectum, a few silken, almost golden hairs fringed to taunt the onlookers even more-so while her bottom rotated as if on its own axis in time to the stimulating music. Then she moved her hands away from her anus and back over her satin-smooth buttocks down her thighs to the floor where she slowly retrieved the stimulated prick from where it lay.
Silk ran his tongue over dry lips, his cock jerking inside his shorts as he watched Rose O'Fara straighten and gradually face the audience again. It was almost as if there was an atmosphere of slight relief in the room, but he knew that wouldn't last long. Her specialty was coming next. She was good, but she couldn't set the crowd off like Lily with her naked cunt and her double-dildo routine… Then Rose was opening her legs wide, spreading her feet firmly on the floor and lowering herself backward in a lithe, double-jointed posture, until her hands reached the floor behind her head, the long plastic prick clasped firmly in one, and once more her vaginal lips were presented head-on to the spectators. With a gymnastic dexterity, she moved her head forward between her legs until she was practically looking the crowd in the face, concentrated… and finally, her cunt lips opened and her vagina was wide and moistly smiling at an audience of bulging, transfixed eyes. It was then that she performed the impossible… slowly raising her right hand containing the thick, long phallus; she eased the smooth round head between the damp, pink open lips of her cunt, and while the crowd stared with feverish, salacious eyes, she slowly, tantalizingly, pressed the heavy white shaft into the small, elasticized mouth of her vagina, the coral-hued ring expanding across the lounge, the massive cudgel continued to disappear inside her swallowing moist pink hole almost to its entirety.
Silk felt his own organ swollen to a near-aching hardness as he watched Rose O'Fara's licentious performance before the hot, flushed faces of her half drunk, lust-aroused audience that seemed to be shifting nervously with overwhelming itches and urges. Shit, he'd had about all he could take, too; his entire pelvic area had begun to throb in his mounting need. But Lily had one more show to do before Lou Freed was to bring her up to his small apartment, next to Max's on the top floor. Hell, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to wait that long.
He swung around and weaved his way across the casino toward the elevator, trying to estimate the night's take and get his mind off his throbbing prick. He'd developed the habit of mentally computing Max's ill-gotten flow of income, little ideas of his own formulating more strongly in his conniving brain with every passing day. He hardly thought of it as greed… his wanting what the big-man had. It was natural enough, he'd long ago decided; and wasn't that the way Max had gotten up there… by taking from someone else? That was the law of this Godamned jungle, wasn't it?
Silk Weaver didn't intend to be on the stooge-end of the stick too much longer, he was thinking as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the top button, thankfully leaving the din of the casino behind him. He had his plans… Max Bovino had built the perfect little empire for him. Max had Parksburg right in the palm of his hand, in fact, the whole damned county, all the way to the state capital. How else could he get away with running a crooked gambling casino on a wide-open basis, say nothing of the Godamned filthy sex-shows he put on before the public eye without bringing an enraged society of do-gooders down on his head? It was that Godamned filing cabinet of information he kept locked up in his study, that was how; volumes of compiled, scandalous data on every important figure in the city and county… closet-skeletons the blind-man had patiently dug out while he planned his siege of the city, then used along with a little financial juice to set himself up as the invulnerable kingpin… and all of that was going to belong to him, Silk Weaver… when the right time came.
Inside his own neat little quarters, Silk made himself a drink. He couldn't keep his mind off Lily. He owed that bitch and he intended to pay her in full that very night. Snake, was he… well, that was just going to make it all the easier for him, once he got at that luscious, soft white body of hers. He walked nervously around the room, his cock pulsating with lust-incited anticipation, so much so, that he unzipped his fly and let it burst out of his pants like a long, heavy lance, its purple head glistening as he reached down and stroked the heavy foreskin back and forth over the rubbery knob.
Shit, he couldn't wait any longer! He went to the house-phone and called down to Lou Freed.
"Bring Lily up here," he ordered, unloosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
"She ain't come on with her last performance yet, Silk," the other replied.
"To hell with her performance. She's coming up here to put on her last show," Silk said, his throat tight with desire. "Tell Rose to take over for her, and don't waste any time. I want that little cunt up her now!"
"Okay, Silk… whatever you say," Lou Freed replied and hung up, while the pitted, hawk-faced man stripped the clothes from his thin body as he walked to his bedroom and slipped on a cheaper version of Max Bovino's dressing gown.
Lily couldn't imagine what had come over her. She sat alone in the dressing-room only her sheer peignoir around her, endeavoring to fathom the source of the tiny sensations tingling through her body… erotic little titillating prickles that were filling her belly and loins with an indistinct excitement. She hadn't had a thing to drink all evening, except the Cokes, of course, but at the moment she found herself wishing that she was going-on instead of Charmine, so that she could enjoy the release her dildos would bring her… but she had at least another thirty-minutes; Rose was just finishing up.
God, what was happening to her, anyway? If-if only Max would send for her. Her brain swam giddily and that, neither, could she understand. It was almost as if she'd shot a light dose of smack, she was thinking vaguely, yet knowing that it couldn't be so. She'd never touch the stuff again, nor any other drug…
Lily barely heard the knocking, but was not surprised when the door opened and Lou Freed stuck his head inside.
"You're wanted upstairs, baby," he said. "Right now, come on."
"B-But I've got another show."
"Forget it. Upstairs, and on the double."
Max wanted her, Lily thought delightedly. God, her little wish had come true. She didn't try to contain her smile as she got to her feet and unhesitantly followed the heavy-set, lumpy faced, ex-pug along the narrow corridor to the staff elevator.
As they ascended silently, she couldn't help but feel Lou Freed's eyes raking her thinly covered nakedness with desire-filled eyes and the temptation to provoke him sensuously with maybe just a touch of her hand on his prick, or… but they were there then, and the door automatically folded open.
"This way," Lou said, taking her arm and leading her in the opposite direction from Max's entrance.
Something wasn't right, Lily reasoned in her glazed mind and she hesitated, reluctant to accompany him. She looked up into his red-rimmed eyes, shaking her head negatively. "Wh-Where are you taking me…"
"Come on, come on!" he snapped, yanking her roughly, his big hand gripping her slender wrist firmly as he dragged her to Silk Weaver's door.
Too late, Lily realized what was happening. There was no time to struggle, even to scream; quickly he opened the door and shoved her inside, following close behind. She started to scream out then, even knowing the futileness of it. This whole floor was sound-proof, every room a sound-sealed chamber of its own; no one could hear her if she shrieked her lungs out… Then… then, she saw Silk Weaver, in his dressing gown, enter the room from his bedroom doorway, a drink in his hand, and the tented, pole-like protrusion below his belt line indicating his already erect penis.
The horror of her situation struck her immediately. At the very least, he was going to rape her… and whatever else, she could only surmise in growing terror.
"M-Max will kill you for this!" she rasped, struggling to free her wrist from Lou Freed's powerful hand.
Silk's thin face twisted into a fiendishly evil mask of raw salacious lust. "Sorry, cunt… but this time you're wrong," he hissed. "Max gave you to me for my pleasure… and that's just what I intend to have with you… pleasure… only my kind of pleasure, eh?"
Lily could barely breathe; she was that frightened. It was as if all the air in her lungs had suddenly lumped into her throat. She gasped, then managed: "Y-You… you lie! Max loves me! I know he…"
Silk sniggered and drained his glass, setting it on a small casual-table where several slender, hand-carved ebony figures were displayed. Thoughtfully, he picked up one, a bizarre replica of a nude young African native girl, obviously in advanced pregnancy; he studied it. It was perhaps a foot long and some two-inches in diameter at its widest point… the girl's belly. Then, he looked up at the beautiful blonde, fear-stricken girl. He said: "Max wouldn't piss on you now, baby. He's got his new Su Lyn. You… you belong to me… as you're damn sure going to find out in a very few minutes." Then, to Lou Freed, he added: "Take her in the bedroom and tie her face down spread eagle."
Lily screamed then, again and again, neither man trying to stop her, and as she saw Silk turning away to make himself another drink, the powerful Lou Freed dragged her into the bed room, stripped her peignoir away with two vicious ripping motions and threw her face down onto the bed, climbing on top of her back to pin her securely while he tied both of her hands to the bedposts, and then her feet.
Lying as she was with her face pressed into the silken coverlet, her legs apart, feeling more naked and shamed than she had ever felt, even before a lust-filled audience, Lily didn't try to stop the tears rolling down her face. Her heart was pounding with a mixture of feelings. Her armpits and loins were hot and moist… and then, she felt Lou Freed's big hand smoothing over her buttocks and down through the crevice toward the hairless, open flesh of her shaved vagina.
"That's enough!" Silk barked. "Get out!"
The big man grunted, muttered something under his breath and left. Silk followed him to the door, then closed and locked it. He finished his drink, picked up the ebony statue once more and re-entered the bedroom. He walked to the bed where the voluptuous blonde lay securely trussed in her obscene position, completely at his mercy, then, he took off his robe and looked at himself in the mirror, his scrawny, wiry frame with his long, heavy-veined, rigid shaft. He massaged it gently, and looked back toward the bed. Lily was staring at him and now there was unquestionable fear on her lovely face.
He grinned down at her sadistically. "You called me a snake, Lily… remember?" he said with hardly a movement of his lips.
She didn't speak and suddenly he leaped on top of her, straddling her thighs as he began to slap her lush, full white buttocks again and again, then her ribs and back, again and again and again, bringing out hot, red marks on her soft, satiny flesh. He could hear her crying into the coverlet and he hunched down, his hands wedging beneath her on either side to clutch at her breasts… to squeeze and twist them cruelly, finally pinching the elongated hard nipples with demented viciousness and she wailed loudly from the pain.
"Oh God, no… please no!" she begged, but her words only served to incite him more.
He jumped off her and grabbed up the ebony statue from the bedside stand where he'd left it, then threw himself back onto her. He planted himself between her full white thighs, resting on his knees, the delicious slit of her pink, naked cunt open to him, and he stretched her soft buttocks apart so that he could see her rosy anus. Then, all of a sudden, he began to wield the long sleek statue down her buttocks with fury, letting it sink in, raising thick ugly welts across the soft white flesh of her ass.
"Snake, am I? You bitch! You cunt! You cock sucking slut!" he screamed wildly. "You'd rather be dead than have me, you said! All right! Now, we'll see… because you're all mine to play with, you miserable dog-fucker! All mine… you hear? You hear? Mine!"
And then in a frenzy, he pressed her legs as far apart as they would go with the bonds securing her ankles and jammed the head of the statue at her tiny, defenseless anus. She screamed and writhed furiously… but vainly as the wooden figure's head popped inside the strained, pink raised ring of her sphincter and began to penetrate with the heavy pressure he was applying. His teeth clenched and a savage grin contorted his hawk-like face. Her half-muffled grunts and moans hammered against his ears like pleas for more, and he gave it to her, his eyes blurring in his crazed frenzy, the ebony figure reminding him of a blackman's great cock as he plunged it savagely in and out of the pink, clinging hole between her luscious white buttocks, watching the incredible stretch of the slit in her behind with eyes that blazed.
At last, when she was nearly out of her mind from the barbarous attack on her anal passage, he bent over her and grabbed a pillow, stuffing its size and weight between her spread thighs and wedging it against the protruding base of the statue growing out of her lewdly stretched ass-hole, so that she couldn't, by straining, force it from her passage, then he crawled to the head of the bed and faced her, forcing his feet and legs down beneath her outstretched arms until his crotch rested below her face, and entwining his hand in her long hair he jerked her head upright until with clenched, tear-filled eyes, she was facing him.
"All right, you filthy pig!" he spat. "You like to play with double dildos, but your final act to night is going to be the real thing. Suck that prick, damn you, and eat it like you've never eaten cock before!"
Lily had never known such horrifying agony in her life. She was no angel; she'd had pricks in her ass before… but dear God, there'd never been anything so demented, so shamefully torturing as this degrading act he was committing upon her. She felt the hot tears gushing from her eyes as the pain spread and made her stomach convulse with a sickness that rose in her throat. She had stopped jerking and struggling, realizing in dazed panic that her only respite from the torment was to lay deathly still, for it was useless to resist the depraved attack of this lust-crazed animal whose only desire was revenge and satisfaction of his warped passions. The pain was almost unbearable from the huge object he had thrust and locked into her rectum, and if she moved but the slightest it only served to force it deeper into her, expanding the tight resisting channel to more inhuman widths.
At first, when he tried to force himself beneath her, she endeavored to fight him, but that, too, was useless. She was nothing more than a lowly slave… all she'd ever been really, since she'd come to work for Max Bovino… only now she'd been tossed to the slave-driver for his plea sure… and there was nothing in God's world she could do to help herself… only try to please this sadistic reptile… Resigned, she let him open her lips with his fingers and slide his heavy cock into the warm, wet sanctuary of her mouth. She felt it slither up the length of her tongue, filling her mouth completely with its fleshy hardness. He held her head firm with his hand wound in her hair and began to fuck upward into her face viciously, causing her to gag as he rammed and forced her head down until his rod went half way into her throat, its full-length almost disappearing between her soft, ovaled lips. She struggled for breath and he laughed brutally as she managed to desperately catch small gasps of air on her every upstroke.
Oh God! she moaned inwardly, the very helplessness of her position racing through her half-drugged mind as the earlier, animal excitement she had felt, weirdly began to trickle through her once more, causing an unexplainable masochistic hunger to start churning in her belly, and a low animalish moan escaped from her lips around his cock that she suddenly found herself sucking with enlivened ruttishness. Subconsciously, she began to undulate her lewdly impaled buttocks, pressing back against the wedged pillow between her thighs as she clenched and unclenched her rectal and cuntal muscles at the hard, foreign shaft boring deep into her obscenely gaping anus.
She found herself sucking more hungrily, if hatefully, at the hardened prick in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating lewdly with his vicious up-sawing moves, while her tongue began to explore its ridges and wrinkles, licking wildly and swirling about the blood-engorged head, the tip probing uncontrollably into the tiny seeping split at its end. She couldn't conceive of what was happening to her… the driving carnal desire in her befogged mind was without basis… yet to suck and lick at his continually expanding cock until this vile pig whom she hated with prodigious loathing, pumped his lascivious hot sperm down her throat was all that she could suddenly think of. Just that singular thought alone had instigated a mounting pressure in her own loins, as if she were sadistically going to draw the very sap of his existence from the core of his foul being in punishment for the hate-filled, sweet, agonizing, pleasure-torment be was subjecting her to… and then, he was abruptly pulling away from her, jerking her head upward by the hair and drawing his glistening rod from between her hungrily clinging lips.
"Wait you fucking bitch!" he hissed, slapping her face hard when she refused to let go.
The blow did little more than rattle her already jumbled brain. She whimpered at the loss of his prick in her mouth, feeling a sense of denial at vengeance, and she spat at him, then showed her clenched little teeth in an expression of vicious hatred.
"You filthy snake!" she hissed. "You filthy fucking snake!"
Silk wiped her spittle from his face and squirmed from beneath her, half-grinning, half-enraged in his lust. He went to the foot of the bed and untied one ankle, then one wrist on the same side, holding it so that she couldn't reach down and extract the long, bulky statue that protruded obscenely from her unbelievably stretched rectum. He rolled her to her side and jumped onto the bed once more, lying inverted before her, so that his cock was again shoved at her face while his own mouth was perfectly situated before the pink hairless slit between her legs.
At first, Lily started to kick at him with her freed leg, but he quickly subdued the effort by slipping his arm beneath it, forcing her leg up over his side where he could hold it securely, the move exposing her whole crotch area to him and causing her cunt to flower open, the moist coral hued flesh a scene of delight to his blazing eyes, while the salacious sight of the ebony figurine growing out of her wide stretched rectum and up between her luscious white buttocks, offered a contrasting color spectacle that set his perverted lust-twisted mind into a spasm of depraved glee.
"Now, you bitch… you filthy dog-fucking cunt," he spat, "I'm going to drive you out of your Godamned mind! Snake, am I? Godamn you! We'll see… we'll see!"
Furiously, he ground his face into her crotch opening his mouth wide and gluing it to the open lips of her moist, naked cunt slamming his tongue into her, thrusting it stiffly up into the smooth velvety sleeve of her vagina, and feeling the lubricated walls of raw flesh begin an immediate opening and closing around it as a shudder passed over her whole body and she groaned aloud.
"Oh… oh, you… you slimy cunt-licker!" she hissed through clenched teeth down at him, while uncontrollably, her hand reached out and clutched his thick pulsing cock poised before her face.
She stared at the heaviness of his hair-covered balls, then cupped them tightly in her one free hand as if to appraise the quantity of hot sperm bloating them, wild sensations of sadomasochistic pleasure beginning to rage frenziedly through her once more as the vile creature whose mouth was locked fiendishly to her cunt started to lick and suck, then nibble and bite at the elongated bud of her clitoris, while simultaneously he began to saw the impaling huge statue in and out of her tortured back passage.
The sounds that emitted from her own throat from the debased and ecstatically tormenting punishment he was inflicting upon her were unrecognizable to the lovely blonde prisoner in her mind-drugged state, and all of a sudden, she grasped his long, thick, jerking pole of flesh, ripped back its heavy foreskin and slipped her already sucking mouth warmly over it.
Silk groaned against the warm raw flesh of her opened moist cunt as he felt her hot mouth around his prick once more, sucking voraciously while her velvety tongue licked and swirled and immediately he began a thrusting hip movement, driving his swollen, aching rod deeper and deeper toward her throat while he chewed and sucked viciously at her clitoris and continued to ram the ebony statue in and out of her undulating ass.
The luscious cunt, bitch, whore! his lust-demented brain screamed. She was going out of her mind… loving every minute of it… even as she hated him! He was smashing his cock into her face, its knob slithering right down her throat and she wasn't retreating an inch… only coming forward to meet his every plunge. He could feel her nose and lips against his testicles at the apex of every thrust, and now she had them cradled in her hand, cupping, squeezing, milking them as if to force his load into her mouth and throat!
The ravaging enchantment taking place at her crotch, rippling through her loins and belly, was almost more than Lily could bear. She was either going to lose, or had already lost, her complete sanity. All sense of control seemed gone. She couldn't get enough of his depraved, sadistic tormenting of her lust-incited body. He was chewing like an animal at the tender, sensitive inner-flesh of her cunt, his reptilian teeth nearly devouring the inflamed nerve-plexus of her clitoris, while the barbaric instrument of torture he continued to batter into her rectum with demoniacal frenzy all the way to her bowels had made a raging inferno of mind-shattering, ever building pressure that had to burst soon or she would surely go insane… stark raving mad!
Oh the vile, slimy, vicious, cunt-eating bastard! her mind screamed in passion-hate. I'll suck the Godamned marrow from your slithering bones! I'll drag the lining out of your balls, you filthy snake! Damn you! Damn you! I despise you! I… I… I love you! Oh shit… oh fuck, cunt, cock…! Suck me! Eat me like a cannibal you filthy whore's son! While I chew the life-juice from your prick… Oh… Oh… let me have it! Give it to me! Shoot your hot cum into my mouth… down my throat… fill my belly… you cunt licking, evil snake!
And all of a sudden, she began to sink her teeth into his prick as he rammed in and out of her face, leaving tiny white half-painful furrows along its lengthy shaft, while her hand squeezed with exerted pressure his already aching, bloated balls, and in response he brutally plunged the ridged, ebony statue up her ass, biting and sucking at the same time with animal-like fury at her wet, grinding cunt, the sudden, piquant salty taste of blood the necessary ingredient to spill his over flowing reservoir of heated sperm.
It struck him with the sharp sweet pain of a million needles being driven into his loins and belly simultaneously. He was going to cum! Christ! His asshole was beginning to unravel…
His prick jerking in her mouth telegraphed his pending climax to Lily's passion-contorted brain, and the anticipation of his ejaculation was enough to trigger her own orgasm. She clutched at his throbbing balls and drew his bony loins as close to her face as she could while she thrust his straining cock down her throat, her lips ovaled and sucking tightly at its thick base, her tongue rubbing and licking wildly at the pulsating shaft…
And then the heavens ripped open and she grunted and moaned around his pumping cock in her mouth as the orgiastic upheaval deep in her own quivering belly burst in a stream of blissful sensations of release and thick white fluid filled Silk Weaver's gaping mouth and began to dribble out to saturate her feverish crotch. His pulsating cock began to jerk and squirt into her then, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy pungent liquid into her mouth and throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed to keep from choking on the great continual spurts issuing from it. She swallowed in thick, hungry gulps, as if fearful of losing a tiny drop of the precious fluid. Small dribbles seeped from the corners of her mouth as the spent prick began to deflate, yet, she continued her sucking, vacuuming every last drop of his warm, slippery sperm from his now limp, flaccid cock.
When she did let it slip from between her semen-coated lips, Lily saw that he was raised up on an elbow and glaring at her fiendishly, the black statue of the African girl in his hand, the latter surprising her for she'd been unconscious of its removal. She was surprised to see hate and lust still raging in his eyes, yet aware that her own repugnance of him was once more rapidly over-coming her.
"You filthy slut," he spat. "You dog-fucking cock-eater… you loved every minute of it, didn't you? Went out of your mind like the cheap, broken-down bitch that you are." He chuckled lewdly. "Well before this night's over you'll be able to take an elephant prick in that cunt and asshole, slut… because that was only the beginning." He grinned evilly, his eyes burning with licentiousness. "I'm going to make you beg for mercy, you bitch… beg, you hear?"
Lily sensed a feeling of new loathing horror racing through her tortured, near-exhausted body, but she steeled herself. She must never let this despicable creature know that. With great effort, she held back her tears and curled her lips back at him.
"Piss on you, snake!" she hissed. "You're not man enough to make me beg for mercy… not tonight, not any night…" She saw his thin, hawk-like face turn an ashen-grey, then, he was on top of her once more, slashing at her face and breasts and his hands… and mercifully, that was all she remembered.
Much later, when she awakened, Lily was hardly certain of anything, except that she lay across the bed in her own little apartment, a blanket wrapped around her naked body. She had no idea how she had gotten there, but could assume that Silk had brought her, or he had Lou Freed bring her. Her body ached from the brutal beating he had given her, but that was nothing compared to the pain she felt within for what Max had done to her. Dear God, what was going to become of her…? The tears rolled freely down her cheeks and she began to convulse with tiny child-like sobs… until finally, she slept again.