Dungeon

My eyes looked back into his. Quin or Aurora would never give any of us up and I wasn't about to do it to her. She'd been through enough already. "I already told you...I won't say anything."

"Suit yourself," I said and used my knife to slowly split her shirt up the middle, my eyes not leaving hers.

"Could you at least have the decency to take me into another room?" 

"Does it look like there's another room down here? And I'm not about to untie you, so... tell your bubby over there to turn his head if he doesn't want to see."

"You have my brother and one of my best friends. I wouldn't do anything stupid to jeopardize either of them."

"But you already have. You won't talk, and I already had to stab them. Besides, like I said, there's not another room down here," I said, moving my knife down to the top of her jeans. "Sorry," I said with a smirk.

"You could take me somewhere else."

"I could... but I'm not going to. Quit trying to negotiate with me, it's not going to work. You had your chance," I said and undid the button on her jeans.

"Am I allowed to atleast know your name then?" I asked, growing nervous but attempting to hold myself together.

"Rhett. You don't have to tell me your name. Lea. Dean's talked about you more than once. Poor sap thinks he's in love with you," I said and laughed.

"I guess the joke's on him, right?"

"And why do you say that?" I asked, forcing her legs apart with my knee and sliding my hand into her panties.

"Be honest, would you want to be in love with me? You've been watching. I'm not exactly sweetheart material."

"Maybe not. But I bet you taste sweet," I said and rubbed her clit slowly, using my other hand to push her jeans and panties down.

"I thought you weren't going to touch me?" 

"I guess I changed my mind," I said with a smirk. "I guess I could just get started. It'll hurt more for you though. You don't seem to care much about that though."

"I care. I just thought I would ask, is all."

"If you care so much, why didn't you just talk? It would've stopped all of this. What are you, trying to be a hero?" I asked and slid my fingers inside her, holding her legs apart with my knee when she tensed.

"Not at all." I muttered.

"Then what are you holding back for?"

"Because sometimes you make sacrifices for the ones you love."

"And how's that working out for you?" I asked with a smirk, moving my fingers deeper into her. "Damn you're a tight one."

I swallowed and ignored his last comment. "It doesn't matter. That's why I used the word sacrifice." 

"Oh, but I'm curious. Don't you have any sense of self preservation? Don't you care what this is doing to your brother? Not that I'm not glad you're here and all."

"Of course, I care. That's why I wanted you to take me somewhere else." If he wanted me to cry, scream, and beg he was going to be disappointed. That would only hurt Brett and Caleb worse.