I struggled against the rope, but it was pointless to even try. Kobe’s eyes glittered with malice as he eyed, me, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of Tiffany as she gasped and gave out little cries of pleasure. Sick, twisted bastards. How had Tiffany conjured something like this up? I gritted my teeth even as Kobe’s eyes gleamed at me. He was enjoying this. He was getting off on the humiliation and degradation that he was dishing out to me. I heard Tiffany give a little shriek and desperately hoped that meant they were finished, but I suspected they were anything but. This was tame in comparison to what they no doubt had in store. I could feel waves of pain radiating through my stomach and my core, even as I refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they were hurting
