Breeding the Taken Cop: The Cover Blew

He found the number before he found her.

They went in as a rich couple. They were cops. The cover lasted as long as it took her to leave the circle.

Sarah gets the soundproof room. Three men the first hour. A black marker on her ass. A camera in her face and a message for her partner: she is theirs now, and they will send pictures.

Ronan takes a taser to the back and a wall of tally marks. Every tape is another load she took while he chased the wrong building. He counts the ink like a report. He wants the number higher. He hates that he wants that.

What she gets after that is the rest of the list: dry first stretch, gang use, throat, double penetration, hours of denial until she begs, hash marks that turn into Roman numerals she has to read out loud, two new men when the first three get comfortable, a hand on a belly that should not be showing yet, and a count she starts keeping in her head when she stops saying it.

Three weeks. CVIII on her thigh. She moves on her own. She forgets the name of the man who was coming for her.

He does come. Too late. Marek dead. CLVI smeared on her skin. A baby with the wrong eyes. A clean apartment.

Ordinary sex that does nothing. A marker in the floss drawer, cap still on.

A year later she asks if he will use it too.

He says yes.

Content warnings

• Rape
• Noncon turn dubious consent