Tangled Rose by Abby Weeks Read Free Book Online Page B

humiliation, the disgust it made her feel at herself.
    “Please,” she said, “don’t do this.”
    “Take off your clothes,” he repeated, more firmly.
    Rose sat there for a moment without moving, she weighed her options. There were none. There was nothing she could do about this situation other than comply with him. Anything else would only make things worse for her.
    She took a hold of the cotton t-shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing to Fat Boy’s hungry eyes her soft breasts and vulnerable, pink nipples.
    “And the pants,” he said.
    She pulled them off. She wasn’t wearing any underwear so she was completely naked now. She shivered in the cool air. It was completely dark outside now and she wished there was some heat in the room.
    “I’m going to have to tie you to the bed again,” Fat Boy said.
    “What? Why?”
    “Don’t ask questions.”
    “But Patrice said I could be untied.”
    “Patrice said?”
    Rose had made a mistake and she knew it. How could she be so stupid? Patrice was just a prospect. He wasn’t even a full member of the MC. Fat Boy was fully patched and was a full voting member. She was crazy to mention Patrice’s name to him like that.
    “Well maybe I’ll just show Patrice what I think of him, next time I see him.”
    “No,” Rose said, “don’t.”
    He looked at her, thoughtfully. “Why the hell do you care?” he said.
    She’d done it again. She was going to have to learn to keep her big mouth shut if she was going to survive for long in this place.
    “You sweet on that kid?”
    It was too late. She’d given too much away. All she’d wanted was to remain untied. She couldn’t stand the thought of being tied back up. She couldn’t bear it.
    “Please,” she said as Fat Boy took the leather cords from the table where they’d been since Patrice had untied her. “Please don’t.”
    “Shut up, bitch. I’m going to have my fun.”
    Rose struggled and squirmed as he straddled her and rested his full, crushing weight on her. She tried to resist but it was hopeless. He was heavy and he was strong and he grabbed each arm and fastened her by the wrists to the bedposts. Then he did the same with each of her ankles. She kicked but it made no difference. At one point she managed to kick him in the face but she knew that only served to anger him.
    Now she was lying just as she had been the first night when he’d come in and raped her. She was spread-eagled, stretched out toward the four posts of the bed, and this time she was completely naked.

XI
    R OSE FOUGHT BACK THE URGE to scream. She didn’t want Fat Boy to beat her. She didn’t want him to smother her. She didn’t want to provoke him any more than she already had. There was no point fighting him. She was tied to the bed, spread wide open. If there was any fight to be had between him and her, he’d already won it.
    “Now,” Fat Boy said, “how about a little television?”
    Rose had been holding her breath and she exhaled in relief when Fat Boy grabbed the remote for the television and turned it on. That was the last thing she’d been expecting. She’d thought he was going to start hurting her. Now it seemed all he wanted to do was watch television. It was weird.
    But her instincts told her not to let her guard down. She hoped that Fat Boy was going to watch TV all night, but she knew enough not to let that hope get too high.
    “What do you want to watch?” he said as he flicked through the channels from his seat in the corner.
    “Anything,” she said.
    “I like nature shows. You mind if we watch something like that.”
    “Whatever you like.”
    Fat Boy flicked to the nature channel. There was a documentary about grizzly bears and he sat back in his seat and lit another cigarette. “This is perfect,” he said. “This is my favorite show.”
    Rose didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what to think. What was going on? She watched as the grizzly bears wandered the