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cold. Using sex as a weapon was one thing. It was done on
her
terms, a tool she used when it was the only way to carry out her mission. But being sexually victimized? No fucking way. She’d been there, done that.
    Blanco had told Devlin not to touch her. How sweet. He wanted to save her body for the scumbag who would purchase her at the auction.
    But Devlin… Abby had seen the lust in his eyes during their last visit. And the fury, when she’d spat in his face. Rape was definitely on the bastard’s agenda. So far, even the beatings were tame, compared to what she knew he must be craving to do to her. A broken wrist and some bruises weren’t the end of the world. Devlin did enough to inflict pain, but not enough to kill or mutilate her. No, that wouldn’t go over well with the perverts who attended the auction. Twelve more days of beatings—she could handle that. But even a second of rape? Never again.
    No potential weapons in the cell. She would need to rely on her own skills to overpower Devlin, a difficult task considering one wrist felt broken and her entire body ached from the whipping.
    You’re stronger than you think, Abby.
    Jeremy’s voice again, accompanied by a memory of the drills and exercises her adoptive father had forced her to undergo. He’d maintained that every teenage girlshould know how to defend herself. As a grown woman, she knew he’d been right. Because really, who knew when you might find yourself bloody and beaten in a sociopath’s Colombian prison?
    The guards returned nearly an hour later. The tall one, Rodriguez, approached the iron bars. “Did you get a nice rest?” he chortled, his accent sounding garbled in the stuffy hallway.
    He unlocked the door and stepped inside. Bent down and unceremoniously hauled her up to her feet. Her head had cleared but she feigned a bout of light-headedness, lurching forward so the bulky dark-skinned man was forced to grab for her.
    “Señor Devlin has a surprise for you,” the guard said. The hard glint in his dark eyes belied the pleasant smile on his lips.
    There would be nothing pleasant about this next encounter. Of that she was certain.
    She was taken back into the interrogation room. This time the guards didn’t tie her up. A cot was now set up in the corner of the room, boasting a mattress stained with fluids she never wanted to know about.
    Rodriguez pushed her down on the mattress. It creaked as her weight hit it. The second guard stood by the open door, leering at her naked body like a lion hovering over a bloody carcass.
    A moment later, Devlin stepped into the room. He wore a pair of khaki pants and a white button-down shirt, his brown hair slicked back from his face, emphasizing his harsh, angular features.
    “Hello again,” he said cheerfully. “Did you miss me?”
    She didn’t respond.
    Anger flared in his soulless eyes. “Still not talking, arewe? That’s fine. No words are required for what I have in mind.” He nodded at Rodriguez, who promptly unzipped his trousers.
    Devlin must have seen the glimmer of dread in her eyes because he laughed. “Don’t be scared of Javier. He’s only going to fuck you, not kill you. And when he’s done, Sancho here will take his pleasure.” He hooked his thumb at the second guard standing by the door. “And after Sancho’s had his fun, it will be my turn.”
    Devlin licked his bottom lip and swept his gaze over her bare breasts. “I have to warn you, luv, that I probably won’t be as gentle as my predecessors.”
    “Touch me and I’ll rip your eyes out,” she hissed.
    She made a move to sit up but Rodriguez shoved her so that she was flat on her back. He glanced at Devlin as if asking for permission, and when the other man nodded he dropped his trousers and pulled out his cock. Chuckling, he wagged it in front of her face. As a rush of rage swept through her, Abby tried to bite at the tip but the guard slapped her hard across the face with one meaty hand. Her bottom lip snagged in