Blue-eyed Headhunter
Copyright© 2025 by Heel
Chapter 3: Cruelty
Mia Lang lay sprawled in the dust, heart hammering, revolver out of reach. She had fallen hard when the horse kicked her, but she hadn’t let herself think too much about the pain yet, focusing instead on the horizon and the stagecoach that had disappeared over the ridge.
The Barton brothers loomed over her, bloodied and groaning, yet fully alert.
“Well, well,” the tallest one said, leaning down with a grin, “you’re still wriggling, little lady. I like some spirit in my prey.”
Mia tensed, gripping the dirt, blue eyes darting between the three of them. She wanted to move, to reach her revolver, to vanish—but they were close, looming like predators.
The second brother crouched beside her, his hand brushing her leg—not roughly, not yet—but deliberate, testing. “Hmm ... what have we here?” he murmured, frowning. “Feels like ... something’s not right.” He pressed more firmly. Mia cried out, twisting instinctively as pain shot up her leg.
The third brother leaned closer, examining both legs with a predatory smile. “Oh, sugar,” he said, his tone teasing and cruel, “you’ve got a little secret, don’t you?” His fingers traced the contours of her limbs, shifting weight just enough to make her flinch and moan. “Look at that. Broke? Poor little lady. Didn’t expect that from someone with so much ... fight in her.”
Mia bit her lip, eyes wide, chest heaving. Terror burned through her, sharp and cold. Each touch, each nudge, each deliberate press of their hands drove pain through her body. She struggled to hide the fear, but the sensation was overwhelming, leaving her almost paralyzed.
Then the tallest brother’s curiosity took a different turn. He bent closer and, with slow, deliberate fingers, began undoing her boot. Mia froze, a strangled gasp escaping as the rough leather peeled away. He eased it off entirely, exposing her foot.
“Well, would you look at that?” he said, voice dripping amusement. “Charming little thing. Such a small, delicate ankle ... almost a shame we have to play so rough with it.” He traced a finger lightly along the curve of her ankle and heel, making her flinch. “I could ... snap it with a twist if I wanted, you know.”
Mia’s blue eyes widened with terror. Heat burned her cheeks. Her legs, now fully exposed, throbbed painfully, and the sensation of his fingers against her skin made her body tense in helpless fright.
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