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Serge and Fat Boy were obviously enjoying the show. Rose could see the bulges in their jeans as their cocks hardened.

Patrice spat on his hand again and began to rub the saliva on her pussy.

“That’s not going to cut it,” Serge said. “Get your mouth down onto that pink pussy and lick it.”

“Down there?” Patrice said.

“Where else do you think?”

“But she’s covered in piss,” Patrice said.

Serge and Fat Boy were laughing more and more as the situation got more and more humiliating for Rose. This was hell. Patrice couldn’t even rape her without being disgusted. She didn’t know whether she was mad at him for doing what Serge had ordered, or ashamed at herself that he didn’t want to do it.

“You want to ride with the Dark Rebels, you’ve got to be willing to do what it takes.”

Rose saw Patrice grimace in disgust as he moved his face down toward her cunt.

“She’s disgusting, isn’t she?” Serge said.

Patrice didn’t answer. He sniffed at her cunt and shook his head. She was disgusting. She knew she was. She’d never be able to think of herself as anything but a disgusting whore from this moment on.

“Isn’t she?” Serge said again.

“She is,” Patrice said. “She’s a disgusting whore. She makes me sick.”

“She stinks,” Serge said.

“She stinks like a fucking urinal,” Patrice said.

“That’s it boy,” Serge said. “She’s your urinal. That’s how I want you to treat her.”

*

T
HE THINGS THAT SERGE AND
Fat Boy made Patrice do to Rose that night were horrific. They were degrading and demeaning. They were humiliating and disgusting and they would stay with her for the rest of her life.

Those things that they did to her left permanent, painful scars on her soul. They made her feel worthless and disgusting, like a pig. The real crime wasn’t that they thought she was disgusting, but that they actually made her believe herself that she was disgusting. They were trying to break her down and ruin her self-esteem, her sense of self-respect, and they were succeeding. There are limits to the strength of the human mind and men like Serge Gauthier knew exactly how to force a girl to meet them. By the time it was all over, she could hardly even look at herself in the mirror. She wouldn’t try to escape after this. She wouldn’t believe in herself enough. She wouldn’t feel that she was worth it. It would be years before Rose would be able to look at a man again and see anything but pain and anguish and self-loathing. That was the intention of the process and it worked.

Serge had succeeded not only in training a new soldier, not only in showing Patrice how low he could go, how mean he could become in service to the MC, but he’d also succeeded in showing Rose what her role in the world would be from then on.

It was all so painful that Rose could hardly even force herself to think about it. She couldn’t think about Patrice. She couldn’t even bring herself to look him in the eye. She’d liked him. She’d let her guard down, and he had too. But Serge had put a stop to it. A permanent stop.

And the worst part was that she couldn’t even bring herself to blame Patrice for what he’d done. The things he did to her that night were unthinkable. But in a way, Rose even believed that she deserved it. That was all she was worth. She was a girl owned by an evil MC who was covered in piss and semen. Who could blame Patrice for hurting her the way he did? She almost pitied him more than she pitied herself. He’d been forced to fuck a girl who stank of piss and jizz, who was no better than a disgusting animal. She’d have pitied anyone who had to touch her that night.

Rose realized just how many lessons Serge had taught that night. He hadn’t just taught Patrice that he would have to be willing to do anything if he was going to be a fully patched member of the DRMC. He’d also taught Rose just how worthless she was, just how meaningless her life was now that she was the property of the club.

That was what she learned that night, and she didn’t forget that lesson for the rest of the long years that she was forced to work as a slave for the DRMC. It wasn’t till two years later, two long and painful years later, that Rose learned to trust in herself again. It wasn’t till two more years had passed that Rose went from becoming Tangled, to Tainted. Tainted Rose is the full length novel that begins the story of Rose’s journey to redemption.

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