I finally groaned and lifted my head, but all I could see during my peek was a really long hallway.
“Wakey, wakey,” someone teased.
Unfortunately, what brain power I had feeding my intuition told me that would probably be a really bad idea right about now. Sadly, it was both bad to be awake or passed out. I chose my poison and tried to fight the haze. The squeaks created by my bare skin helped to jar my attention.
“She’s a pretty one,” the other one said. His voice was rougher, like he spent most of his life smoking, and his comment made me want to gag.
“Don’t.”
“What?”
“Just don’t. You’re new so let me tell it straight up. The boss don’t like to share certain girls. Touch her and you get shit-faced.”
The man mumbled something back, but I couldn’t understand it. Thank God.
Another minute passed before I was dragged into a large room. Fuck if I knew what kind. It was mildly lit, which helped my aching eyes, but it didn’t make the sleepiness any easier to overcome.
“Ah,” I heard Friggs say. “Finished already?”
“Chatterbox, this one,” the ass to my right said.
Chatterbox? What the fuck did I say? And why couldn’t I remember? My head was spinning as I scanned my recent memories, but there was a significant time block missing. I couldn’t remember jack shit since the last time I saw Friggs. What the fuck did I say?
“As I thought she would be,” Friggs replied with a hint of glee in his voice.
I was dropped unceremoniously onto the cold, hard floor, and as much as I wanted to sit up and make a stand, my limbs were limper than overcooked noodles. “Did you extract what I need?”
“We’re sending your man to check it out now.”
“Check what out?” I asked fearfully.
“Excellent. Leave her here with me,” Friggs ordered.
“Check out what?”
Two pairs of feet moved away as another came forward. “Rise and shine, cupcake,” Friggs said as he pulled me up by my hands, which were now bound with some kind of leather strap. My eyes were still heavy, but when I heard metal snap and a gear kick into motion, they shot as wide as they could spread. I completely dismissed his presence, more attuned to the metal chain that was now lifting straight up to a ceiling that seemed to go on forever.
I frantically worked at the binds but the thing wouldn’t unlock, and looking around the room, I had no idea where the switch was that controlled the damn lift. Eventually, my hands were pulled above my head, and my body bumped roughly against a large industrial coffee table. The lift didn’t stop until my feet were high enough not to touch anything.
Stuck dangling there like a worm on a hook, Friggs planted himself on the sofa right before me, an all too pleased smirk across his face. I didn’t like the constant strain it had on my shoulders and wrists. I struggled against the binds, if anything to avoid dealing with Friggs, but I knew there was no way I was getting down on my own. Grunting in defeat, I allowed my body to hang.
“That looks uncomfortable,” he stated in a mocking tone.
“’Ya think?” I snapped. “What are they checking out?”
“If you promise not to kick, I could lower you onto my lap, and we could make this conversation more personable.”
I looked at him flatly as he made himself more comfortable, placing both hands behind his head and slouching down to make more room for me to sit. “I’d rather hang until the crows pick my bones clean.”
He took his time letting his smile twist with pleasure. “What a morbid sense of humor you have. It’s amazing what secrets we can keep from the ones we’re with.”
“Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you. Now what did I tell them?”
He kicked one foot up and rested it on the opposite knee. He smiled in a way that proved he’d never answer my question. “You have your sister’s spark, but I think you can be broken. It’s sure going to be fun to try.”
I knew what he was referring to – the broken bit. Megan found the courage to talk about it one night over the phone when she just couldn’t sleep. I remembered the pain in her voice, the struggles she spoke about. I doubted she told me everything. I mean, really, who would? The things done to her that she was willing to admit to were horrific enough.
I wanted to look up and away, but with the strain on my body and drugs still lingering in my system, my head didn’t have the strength to hold itself up, forcing me to look down on him.
“What is your fucking obsession with my sister?”
He was silent long enough I forced myself to look. Only then did he speak. “You assume my interest is with her, when it’s actually with her owner. Did you know his family once ran a slavery organization larger than mine? It’s no longer in existence but as I understand it, being the sole heir has left him rather fortunate in the monetary department.”
“Well, boo-yah for him,” I muttered without enthusiasm. “And why screw with me if you have no interest in Megan?”
“Oh, I still have an interest in her. She piqued that the last time she was my guest.”
Guest…yeah, I was sure that was exactly how Megan felt that night.
“Why?”
“Zander has tamed many through the years, but for some reason your sister alluded his abilities. So it’s made me curious. Is your sister that hard to break, or has he simply gone soft because he’s fallen for her?”
“That’s why you want my sister?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “To break her?”
“I’m far more interested in destroying him actually, but I don’t mind drilling a hot piece of ass as part of the process.”
God, I wanted to smack the fucker. How the fuck did he have me so convinced he was someone else? “Your obsession with that douche of a manwhore extended to include taking me? He won’t give a shit that I’m here.”
“No, but she will. And that douche of a manwhore can’t seem to let her go. So wherever she goes, he’ll go. And since they’ve both disappeared since you went missing, I can only assume he’s snatched her again to keep her away from me.” I silently gasped at the thought of that being true. “It’s fine really. It might take me a little longer to track them down, but I will find them. That I promise.”
“Go fuck yourself and your promises,” I blurted crossly, remembering all the lies he spilled my way these past several weeks.
To think I’ve fucked him willingly. Begged him on even. Night after night in bed.
I lightly groaned, rolling my head to stretch my aching neck. Miserably tired and hanging by shackle wasn’t the most comfortable way to spend the evening.
My neck snapped back the moment I heard him stirring. He rose to his feet, his dark eyes staring me down like a great hunter. “I’d rather fuck you,” he said slowly, deeply. Instinctively, I moved; kicked even, but the effort was exhausting. He only had to bat me away a few times before my head got the message that this was a dumb idea, and that conserving my energy was probably a better move right now.
But fuck if my legs were going to obey.
Growing annoyed, he grabbed my outer thigh and sent me spinning. After what I thought was the fourth or fifth revolution, I began to feel nauseous from the rocky ride, a huge pressurized headache building behind my eyes. I closed them but I could still sense my world roughly spinning. I hung my head and groaned.
Before I lost momentum and came to a stop naturally, his arm snatched my thigh and brought me to an abrupt stop. I yelped, the sharp pain in my ass immediate. My eyes shot open just as he stepped back, syringe still in hand.
I gasped so hard my lungs stung. “What was that?” I cried fearfully.
“Just a little booty juice, cupcake. You’ll feel relaxed in no time.”
He wasn’t kidding either. As I watched him wander off to dispose of the needle, I could feel the grogginess kicking in. Not enough to sleep, but enough to make everything seem heavy. Every movement felt like I was stuck in super slow motion.
Like those horrible nightmares where you got so scared you couldn’t even run. You were just stuck there waiting to see what lunged from the darkness. And right now it was a five-foot-ten man with muscles so ripped I had little chance beating him off without the drugs.
His hands smoothly gripped my hips – my bare hips. Sparks of electricity fired beneath his touch, I suddenly became super aware of how little clothing I was wearing. Whatever skirt I had on hung low and was so fucking short I was sure my ass cheeks hung out, and I already knew the lower half of my breasts were catching a breeze – the tank I was wearing not long enough now that I was hanging.
His hands slid up my sides, then traced the bottom curves of my breasts. Everywhere his hands went, a wake of super sensitive skin burst into tingles. His teeth nipped at the tip of my breast. I yelped and tried to squirm free but his grasp only tightened its hold. “What the hell did you give me?”
“Just another one of my cocktails. This one not only numbs you but enhances your pleasure.”
“Get off me,” I ordered, but the words were slow and distorted. He laughed under his breath, his mouth continuing on with its ways.
“That’s not what you told me last night,” he teased in a sing-song voice, “or the nights before. If I recall, there was quite a bit of begging on your part.”
Well, yeah. That was before I learned the truth. If I had the capacity to argue, I would have, but my tongue felt so swollen words weren’t forming correctly anymore. All I could do was groan my rebuttal.
He paused his assault to assess me, and I could hardly keep my eyes open to watch him. “Hmm,” he murmured, letting go of me. “Looks like you’re ready to come down now.”
Metal gears began clicking and I sensed my body dropping downward. Hands grasped the back of my upper thighs, pulling me towards him. All too soon I was sitting on his lap on the couch, but the gears stopped again before my arms could completely come down.
His hand suddenly pressed against my cheek, rubbing up and down, but I still didn’t open my eyes to acknowledge him. “Looks like my mixture was a little heavy on the sedative this time.
“Oh, well,” he added. He leaned into me but his hands disappeared from my skin until I felt them again up by my hands. A few seconds later my shoulders sang as they were finally released from the pulley. They should have ached with pained, but I guess his cocktail took care of that too. I practically fell into him, my head crashing onto his shoulder. Now was the time to fight and kick and punch but nothing would fucking move.
I was trapped inside a body that could clearly think but didn’t actually work the way I wanted. Instead, it did what he wanted, as he maneuvered my body around like a damn marionette doll. And when exactly had he lost his pants? It didn’t take much for him to insert himself despite my dead weight. Clearly he’d done this kind of thing before and was well-practiced enough to be efficient at it. It made me shiver thinking how much he’d gotten out of me since we met. Sexually and emotionally.
He had no problem taking my body for a ride, but at least I hardly felt it. There was pressure inside me that proved he was there, but I think he was right about his cocktail being off. Those hypersensitive shivers I had in the beginning were numbed out now. Thank God.
I kept my eyes closed and allowed the rocking to pull me closer and closer to sleep, trying to pretend this was all some fucked up dream I was having. With the drugs it was somewhat working, too. At least until he yanked roughly on my hair, snapping my neck back. My eyes shot open along with my mouth. My neck was so far extended that my scream was nothing more than a hoarse exhalation.
“There you are,” he said over a heated grunt. He whipped me sideways and threw me down on my back. Throwing my leg over his shoulder, he continued pushing in and out, his head poised directly over mine, his arms pressing against mine, making me feel trapped in so many ways.
The fucker was always a beast in bed, and he wasn’t any easier on my body this time. If anything, he was rougher, crueler in the way he rammed against me, giving me constant looks of entitlement. When he finally came, he stayed inside me. I could feel my muscles pulsating around him, pumping fast like my heart used to with him. Not this time though. This time my heart wasn’t even aware of what went on, nor was any part of my body turned on due to all the numbness. Thank God.
Friggs jumped off me looking freshly energized, pulling his pants back on, loosely tying the drawstring. “Not your best fuck, cupcake. In fact, that was probably the worst so far.” He climbed over me again, making sure my doped-up eyes would focus on his commanding, dark pair. “So if that’s all you’ve got to give now, that’ll bring an end to our relationship.”
What a damn shame.
“It’s a shame,” he added with a twinkle in his eye. “We had some really good fucks there for a while.”
He climbed back off me again and wandered off. I tried to roll off the sofa, but I just couldn’t get enough momentum going. Try after try after try. It took a good ten minutes to finally do it, and I landed hard on the floor. I groaned in pain, even shed a tear or two, then forced my arms to start crawling. There was a door opposite the one Friggs took, so that was the way I slowly shuffled. I hadn’t even made it halfway before I heard voices. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to hide. I was fucking dead center in the middle of nothing. My forehead hit the floor in defeat.
“She’s all yours,” Friggs said as he entered the room. Whoever was with him didn’t speak, and Friggs seemed to stop at the sofa. “Well, would you look at that? Her drugs are already wearing off. I’m going to have to look into that last shipment. This shit’s not working right.”
Footsteps echoed off the hardwood as they neared me. I turned just in time to see Friggs walking out, his hand up in the air in goodbye. “Well, have fun.”
It wasn’t until Friggs was gone that the two men began chuckling and whistling, one coming around each side. Now my heart was fucking beating fast. Friggs was right, the drugs were wearing off, just not fast enough in my opinion.
“And you said he doesn’t like to share,” the first one said as he squatted down on my right.
“He don’t normally. ‘Specially not ones like her. The prettier girls usually go to the selling floor.” The second guy kneeled down on my left. “Guess she done something to piss him off if she’s been added to stock.”
Someone’s hand grabbed part of my ass. Like a gun going off by my head, my body jerked in defense. My body twisted and scrunched up, arms flailing out in desperation.
“Whoa!” one of them cried. Both of their hands reached out to grab and me pin me down in some way. I kept trying to kick and punch, my body revving up the adrenaline like I was shot up in the heart. “What do you want to do with this one?”
“S’not so much what as where. Pick her up. I know a place.”
I was airborne in nothing flat. One bear-hugged me from behind, pinning my arms. “LET GO!” I managed to scream, kicking with all my might. Shithead number two took two kicks before he caught one, then ripped out my other leg beneath me.
I was finding my voice and my strength, my body somehow managing to fight the numbing daze.
“All right,” the man behind me cried in frustration, “she don’t wanna go? Fine. Let her feet go.”
My feet dropped hard, then my gut was quickly slammed on top of the industrial sofa table. I crumpled over in pain, my lungs piercingly sharp with every struggled breath I tried to take. Dazed, I heard the muttering between them but it went without processing. I even heard his zipper going down but it was like I didn’t even know what that meant until he shoved himself inside me.
I cried out in pain, his rough motion aggravating my ribs even more. I tried to push myself up but his weight was just too much. That, and the other shithead yanked my arms out from under me, pulling them taut over the back of the sofa towards him.
I yelled but nothing was going to get them to stop. No one was ever going to help. The one guy who eventually came in only laughed at my expense, g
oing off about how he wanted to get in on that.
“Remember me?”
I gasped and cringed because I did. Not because I saw him, but smelled him. I gagged over the nauseating scent of the bastard who attacked me in that alley. Because of course that had been a setup. I hadn’t even thought of that yet. He was the man of nightmares past, the very same man who attacked me in the alley. I had nightmare after nightmare of this many succeeding with his intentions that night.
“Ever since that night, I’ve been imagining what it would’ve been like to finish what we began. Must be my lucky day, eh?”
He shoved himself harder and deeper than my body could take, rubbing my muscles raw. When he was done, I was forcefully yanked off the table and slammed onto the floor, my head bouncing off so hard an intense sting reverberated throughout my body, stunning me. The next guy rested his core over mine as the other two each held me down by a shoulder and pulled my leg up by the back of my knee. I bawled harder than ever as they violated me over and over again, holding me down for one another, groping and biting and pinching me as they eagerly anticipated their next turn. I couldn’t break free, couldn’t get them to stop. The only blessing was the constant rush of tears that blurred the vision of what was being done. At some point my mind finally intervened and tuned it all out. I no longer heard it, no longer felt it, no longer saw it.
I awoke on the floor in the fetal position in almost complete darkness. I gasped and tucked myself into an even tighter ball, my core cramping hard, my ribs absolutely killing me. Every breath was like a filet knife slicing back and forth. I had to take slow, shallow ones just to minimize the pain. My eyes began to tear, flowing so fast my cheek was soon an island in the puddle. Stinging with redness, my whimpers began to grow louder.
Somewhere behind me someone quietly shushed me, but I couldn’t roll over to see. Using a soft voice, she said, “Don’t make noise. It only draws their attention.”
I wet my lips and throat. Tears dripped sideways off my face and onto the icy cold ground. I wished it was enough to numb me, because the drugs had long run their course. “I’ve already had it,” I mumbled.
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