“Prior to her removal…” Micah cleared his throat. “We ought to engage in some amusement with her.”
“What type of enjoyment?” Alex enquired. Molly experienced a sensation of nausea upon realising what was imminent.
“Her physique is exquisite; we ought not to squander it. Why not provide her with some enjoyment before concluding everything?”
Alex began to laugh, and Molly perceived the chair creak once more. “Let us ascertain whether she is awake.”
Molly squeezed her eyes shut to feign slumber. Their footsteps reverberated against the walls, prompting her to distance herself as much as possible. One of their boots made contact with her side. “Molly, awaken,” Alex whispered.
“She need not be conscious for it.” Micah knelt beside her and commenced unbuttoning her dress. Molly’s eyes widened, and she kicked at him to halt his actions.
Micah emitted laughter. “Ah! So you were not still out, were you? This will be considerably more enjoyable.”
“Assistance!” Molly exclaimed, as Alex swiftly struck her in the face.
“Silence, you foolish individual.”
Micah tore the front of her dress and inserted his hand beneath her skirt to grasp her breasts. Molly screamed once more and attempted to struggle free from him.
“I said—” A peculiar whistle resonated through the air, causing them both to freeze above her.
“Did you hear that?” Micah enquired.
“Swiftly! Muffle her speech and confine her in the closet; Colton has returned.”
Alex lifted her and released her from the chair before retying her hands behind her back, securing them more tightly than previously. Molly experienced vertigo as Micah swiftly tore a piece of tape and affixed it to her mouth. Alex forcibly pulled her back and confined her in a closet, subsequently securing the door and obstructing it with several objects.
A narrow crack, half an inch wide, allowed her to observe the unfolding events as she inched closer. Alex traversed the area with frenetic energy. He scrubbed the floor stained with her blood and cursed when it did not come off as easily as he had anticipated.
“Do you believe he will enter this room?” Alex enquired, as he shifted a mat to conceal what he could not clean.”
Micah was gazing out the window through a gap in the curtain. “He is approaching now!” Micah swiftly departed from the curtain and assisted Alex in concealing any evidence of her torment. He forcefully closed a box that emitted loud classical music to obscure her moans.
A knock silenced both of them; they exchanged fearful glances, hesitant to respond. The sound intensified, prompting both of them to simultaneously rush to open the door.
Alex arrived first, while Micah lingered, seemingly attempting to appear occupied by organising a small stack of books. Alex opened the door, and a tall, dark-haired man entered. He possessed considerable handsomeness, characterised by a gentle visage and dark eyes, yet he also bore an expression suggestive of potential violence. He silently closed the door behind him and raised his eyebrows at the boys.
“Could you lower that volume?” the man, presumably Colton, enquired. His voice bore a semblance of familiarity, yet her headache impeded her ability to comprehend the reason.
Micah reduced the music volume slightly, while Molly attempted to scream at maximum volume, but her voice emerged muffled due to the tape. Micah cast an apprehensive look at the door, as though he had perceived a sound.
“I heard about your roadside halt,” Colton remarked, his gaze drifting across the surroundings. Molly exerted herself to discern every word amidst the ludicrous music. “What was the outcome?”
“We did not apprehend the prince, sir,” Alex stated anxiously.
Colton interlaced his fingers behind his back while surveying the location where she had been subjected to t*****e moments earlier. “Who authorised your assault on the prince? Who issued that command?”
“No one, sir. We assumed responsibility upon learning of his arrival in the north. We have been searching for him for several days and ultimately located his carriage along the back road.” Micah straightened his posture as Colton approached, yet he only reached Colton’s shoulder.
“Any significant action regarding pricing must be approved by me first; is that understood?” Colton directed his gaze at both of them while facing away from her. She attempted to scream once more, but it produced only a faint squeak. Momentarily, his head inclined slightly towards the door, as though he were attuned to an auditory cue.
“Certainly, sir!” Micah responded promptly. He elevated his voice as though he could obliterate the faint echoes of her stifled cries. “We shall not repeat this, as we are uncertain of our rationale.”
“This is not the first instance in which you have acted without my consent recently, is it?”
The two men exchanged anxious glances. Molly attempted to strike her head against the door but ceased after the initial effort. She experienced significant dizziness.
