by J. L. Beck
“Thank you,” I whisper and not only for helping me stand up.
“Don’t thank me. You don’t know what I have planned for you later today.” In an instant, my blood goes from steamy hot to ice cold. He steps out of the shower and grabs two towels, handing one to me. I almost say thank you again, just out of habit because you know when someone hands you something you say thank you, that’s what normal people do in a normal situation, but this is neither.
“Come on, I’ll find you a clean shirt to wear for now,” he says when we are done drying off, motioning for me to follow him.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I tell him in a small voice.
“Okay, go.” He wraps the towel around his waist before crossing his arms over his enormous chest standing before me like a statue of a Greek god.
I blink. “Y-you want me to…pee in front of you?”
“You had my dick in your mouth five minutes ago, but I can’t watch you sit down and pee? Get over yourself. There is too much shit in here to let you out of my sight.”
I scan the bathroom automatically looking for a weapon, but I can’t see anything besides regular bathroom stuff. Does he think I’ll stab him with a toothbrush?
“Either you use this toilet right now or you can piss in the bucket that I’ll be putting in your cell. The choice is yours.”
Bucket? Cell?
I scurry over to the toilet and sit down while he just stands there staring at me with a coldness in his eyes that I feel down to my bones. I try to relax and make myself pee, but my mind won’t let me. I can see he is growing impatient and that only makes me clamp up more.
“I’m trying, I swear.” At my words, he rolls his eyes.
“You have thirty seconds. Got it? Thirty-fucking-seconds!” He turns and exits the small room, closing the door all but a crack. As soon as he is out of sight, my muscles relax and I’m able to relieve myself.
As promised, he returns thirty seconds later, just as I’m finishing up. He watches me as I wash my hands and hold my mouth under the tap to get a drink of water. Then I follow him back into the bedroom where he hands me a large clean white T-shirt. Dropping the towel to the floor, I pull on the shirt that fits me more like a dress while Declan gets dressed as well. By the time he pulls on his shirt, he is back to being his normal emotionless self. The mask being set into place, the connection we shared in the shower completely gone now.
Chapter Six
Wes
I make her walk in front of me when we exit the elevator on the third floor. Her bare feet make almost no noise on the old hospital linoleum floor. I try to concentrate on her feet and not on her bare legs, or how her hips sway with every step and definitely not how her whole body is trembling with fear. It excites me, turns me on, while at the same time it disgusts me. I want her fear, in fact, I need her afraid. It’s the only way this will work. She slows down when we reach the same room that we had tied her to the bed in yesterday, and I prepare myself, half expecting her to try to run from me at any second. When she doesn’t move, I clear my throat.
“Walk all the way to the end,” I order her, and she starts moving again. She stops at the end of the hallway and turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes are wide, uncertainty filling them. If she thinks I’m the nice guy in all of this, the one that can save her from this madness, then she’s going to be sorely disappointed.
“To the right,” I direct and she turns at my words. A small gasp escapes her mouth, as soon as she enters the room. Turns out we didn’t have to build a cell to keep her in, there was already a cell here... a padded one for psych patients.
Shock courses through me when she steps in without complaint. For some strange reason, I never expected her to follow directions which causes me to analyze her. Maybe she’s just too scared to say something, which is the best case scenario really, we need her scared. Or maybe she’s coming to her senses, realizing there is no way out of this?
She stops in the center of the room, where I left her a stack of blankets, and turns around to face me. Her hands are clutching onto the water bottle and sandwich we gave her upstairs, but judging by her facial expression, she isn’t nearly as scared as I thought she would be at this point and that pisses me off. Does she think this is a fucking vacation? That all it would take is one word and Declan would be down here putting a bullet between her eyes? Maybe I need to remind her of that.
“Don’t think that what we did this morning changed anything. We will continue to use your body. It’s obvious we have been way too easy on you, so you’ll stay in here from now on. Your daddy has until six tonight, if he doesn’t give us what we want, we’re going to take another video for him, and this time it won’t be just a quick preview like the last one. This time you’ll be the star of the show, and you’ll do exactly as we say, otherwise, you’ll wish we would have killed you already.” My words are clipped and harsh sounding just as I intend them to be.
Her eyes fill with fear, her body trembling. My blood pounds, burns at her reaction. That’s just what I want to see. I turn around and walk out of the cell, closing it and locking it before making my way back upstairs. My cock is rock hard, and my blood is still slightly boiling when I reach the living room.
Trey is on his laptop when I walk in, he looks up when he sees me approaching, and I know just from the worried look in his eyes that whatever he is going to say isn’t something I’ll like.
“He didn’t respond yet…and he’s most likely not going to.”
“How do you know?”
Trey rolls his eyes, clearly offended by my question.
“What do you mean how do I know? I’ve been monitoring his emails and phone calls since last night. He opened the email a few minutes after we sent it. Right after that, he called his head of security and chewed his ass then told him to find his daughter. He called and emailed some more people this morning, calling in some favors, trying to get more information on us, but of course there is none to be found. If he’s trying to find her, he’s doing a shit job, and if he wants her back, he’s doing an even shittier job, because he hasn’t given me a single indication that he is going to contact us. Either he’s not taking this seriously, or he doesn’t give a fuck.”
“We tried it your way. Now let’s do it my way.” Declan appears in the doorway. “Just put the girl out of her misery. We’ll make it quick and pain-free. Then send her head to her father. It’ll take us less than ten minutes to get done.”
I shake my head. “He’s just not taking us seriously yet, and that’s fine. We’ll take another video and then he’ll crack,” I say, hoping that I’m right about this, because if not, the outcome for her is not going to be a good one, hell it isn’t a good one now. Either she will die, or she will leave this place haunted by the memory of us and the things we did to her.
“If we kill her now, we are no closer to getting the flash drive then we were yesterday.”
“I’m with Wes, no killing yet,” Trey announces, looking over the top of his screen.
“Fine, have it your way,” Declan mumbles before walking out of the room. A tiny rift is forming between us and I don’t like it at all. Declan is determined to kill her and while that would prove a point, it won’t get us the flash drive.
I walk around the table so I can look at Trey’s computer screen. He has the feed from the cell pulled up. Jessa is sitting in the center of the room her legs pulled to her chest, her head resting on her knees.
“Why do we have to keep her in the cell, she was so much fun this morning,” Trey whines.
“She was, but we can’t forget who she is and why we have her here. Especially now that her father is not reacting like we had hoped. We’re going to have to start hurting her, and not just a little bit. Just saying the words has my stomach in knots, but I know it has to be done. We need to make him pay for what he did to our family and we need to get that flash drive. I just didn’t think crossing the line would be so hard.
I spend the nex
t few hours trying to busy myself and get my mind cleared. I need to be ready for what’s to come this afternoon. After I eat lunch with my brothers, I make an extra sandwich and grab another bottle of water before heading downstairs.
Opening her cell, I find her sitting in the same spot I left her. Her big blue eyes look up at me with a mixture of fear and anticipation. I step into the cell to hand her the food and water.
“Thank you,” she tells me quietly and places the stuff down beside her.
“You need to go to the bathroom?”
She nods her head and pushes herself up off the floor. I motion for her to walk ahead of me just like I did when I brought her down here. She follows my directions and steps out of the cell.
“Two doors down, on the left.” I watch her go into the bathroom. “You have two minutes in there, not a second more.” She nods again and closes the door behind her. I keep looking at my watch, timing the two minutes, knowing damn well that she doesn’t have a watch on and there is no way for her to know the time. I shake my head and drop my arms.
“Ten seconds left,” I yell through the door. Five seconds later the door opens, and Jessa appears in front of me.
“Did my dad contact you yet?” she asks as I walk her back to the cell.
“Nope,” I answer her.
“He probably didn’t get the message yet. As soon as he gets it, he’ll clear up this whole thing.” Her certainty about her father’s innocence angers me on so many levels. I want to yell at her, tell her to stop being so stupid and open her eyes, but she will have to face those facts soon enough. I usher her into her cell and lock the door behind her.
None of this is going as I thought it would. I figured she would be a spoiled brat, whining every second of the day, demanding things she has no right asking for. I expected so many things, but this is definitely not one of them. Why does she have to be so fucking sweet and innocent? This would be so much easier if she was the stuck up bitch I thought she would be.
Chapter Seven
Jessa
With every passing moment, I’m more confused as to why I’m still here. They should have figured out by now that this whole thing was a mistake. My dad must have gotten their message and responded to it by now, so why am I still here? The uncertainty is worse than the actual fear of getting hurt. I have nothing to prepare me for what is to come, all I know is that these men aren’t to be messed with and that they will hurt me if they have to.
I have no idea how long I’ve been sitting in this cell since I have no way of knowing what time it is with no windows. The same dim light coming from the ceiling fills the room every second of the day, making it almost impossible to sleep. I nibble on the sandwich and drink some of the water, but I don’t want to eat or drink too much, not without knowing when my next chance to go to the bathroom will be.
Parts of me hope I don’t have to spend the night in this cell. The room is dirty and nasty, and not to mention it gives me the creeps. I can’t believe I’m even thinking this, especially since they’re the enemies in all of this, but I really want to sleep in bed with Trey and Wes again. It felt good, and I felt safe, which is ridiculous to say or even think since they kidnapped me, and have threatened me in a number of ways.
But that’s the thing… they’ve threatened, that’s all they did. They didn’t actually hurt me, not really. I thought they would rape and beat me but there isn’t a single scratch on me, and my virginity is still very much intact.
They did touch me, but their touch was gentle this morning and brought me unbelievable pleasure. I have this nagging feeling they were only rough on camera to keep me scared and to make my father bend to their will. Even after what Wes told me this morning, I don’t think they actually want to hurt me. I might be naive in my thinking, but I can’t help how I feel and right now I feel that they won’t injure me. Their actions don’t line up with their words.
Those feelings evaporate when the door opens, and Wes appears in the doorway. I bite the inside of my cheek, my stomach clenching, heat filling my nether region. I don’t understand my reaction to his presence, to any of the men. I stare up at him. His face is void of all emotion just as Declan’s is constantly. I don’t know how they do it, but somehow they’re able to shut off their emotions. Must be a family trait because when Trey comes into view directly behind Wes, he looks the same and a shiver runs down my spine at the sight of both of them looking at me with not a sliver of emotion in their eyes.
And without a doubt, I know that even if they don’t want to hurt me, they’re still going to. Trey steps into the room and close to me. His hands reach down for me. I blink slowly, thinking he is going to pull me to my feet, but instead he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up and over my head, leaving me completely naked, completely exposed. I shiver as the cold air hits my bare skin.
I’m barely registering what’s happening when he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into a standing position. My knees wobble, fear zinging through me. They’ve both seen me naked, so I don’t even bother trying to cover up, but I still don’t like being so exposed. It makes me feel cheap, used, and I’m certain that’s the point, for them to remind me that I’m nothing more than a means to an end. I’m young and naïve, but I’m not stupid.
Neither of them says anything, and instead they each grab one of my arms, their warm hands wrapping around my slim limbs. They walk me back toward the room with the camera in it, each step seems to echo louder around me. I want to be brave, I don’t want to be weak and beg, but the moment we step into that room, my fear overtakes me, and I find myself fighting against their grasp.
“Please, don’t do this,” I whimper, trying to dig my heels into the floor. Again, I’m met with nothing but silence. Instead of fighting me, they just pick me up like I weigh nothing and deposit me on the bed.
Declan is already waiting, standing next to the bed, his face nothing more than the permanent mask he always wears. I peer up into his eyes and see nothing, and I wonder if he has a heart, if any of these men have a heart. Wes takes his spot on the other side of the bed, leaving me with no escape. I mean, I guess I could try and escape, but it would do me no good. Trey does something to the camera and the red light lights up, letting me know we are filming.
“Time is up, old man. We have been more than patient with you. Maybe you think we are bluffing, that we aren’t fucking serious, so we’re going to show you how serious we are,” Wes’s lip curls into a snarl before he lifts his chin to Trey.
Declan makes a grab for my arms and pulls me off the bed while Trey moves the camera to where we’re standing at the foot of the bed. I want to say something, beg them not to hurt me, but fear is strangling me, robbing me of the ability to speak. I can barely breathe, and tears prick at my eyes. But I refuse to give them the satisfaction of begging, or crying on camera again. I might have done so yesterday, but I won’t today.
I glance over to Wes and Trey giving them one last pleading look, but they are stone-faced, their eyes cold. Declan’s large hands land on my shoulders and before I realize it, I’m being pushed roughly down to my knees. I squeeze my eyes shut and cry out knowing that my knees are about to hit the hard floor, probably crushing bones with the force of his hands. Except nothing happens. My knees never hit the hard, cold floor, instead they land on a pillow.
When I blink my eyes open once more, I find Declan gazing down at me. He pulls my right arm up and ties it to the side of the bed, while Wes does the same with my left. Again, I want to fight them, but what’s the point? They’ll just hurt me more, make me cry, and prove further that they hold all the power.
When they are done, Declan moves to stand directly in front of me. His crotch is at the same height as my face, and with my arms fastened to the bed, I know exactly what he is about to do. I know even before he starts to undo his pants and takes out his fully erect member.
My stomach clenches, but only partly in fear. I can’t help thinking about the shower this morning and how good it felt to
pleasure him. But one fleeting look tells me this experience might not be as pleasurable as the one earlier. At least not for me.
My chest is heaving, my breasts bare and jutted out in front of me. Declan pinches my chin and tilts my face up forcing me to look at him.
“If you bite me, I’ll personally pull out all your teeth. Got it?”
I nod ferociously. I had no intention of biting him, but now I’m going to make an extra effort to keep my teeth away from his skin.
“Now be a good little whore and open your mouth so I can fuck your face.” He releases my chin and I open my mouth, my bottom lip quivering as he pushes the smooth head of his cock between my lips. He slides over my tongue and all the way to the back of my throat, making me gag.
Tears well in my eyes, and I try to remember what he said earlier, that I should swallow with each stroke. But this is different, harder, and when he starts to really thrust into my mouth, I find it harder to breathe, to swallow, to do anything but let him use my mouth as though I know he would use my pussy. And shockingly I can feel the wetness between my thighs pool and the familiar tingle of pleasure in my lower belly mount.
Pleasure consumes me and all I can think about is his cock filling my pussy like he is filling my mouth. I imagine how he made me come with his finger this morning, how amazing it felt to come apart at his touch. For once he wasn’t cold, wasn’t as heartless as he normally is.
Seconds tick by and his thrusts grow wilder. Soon he’s thrusting into my mouth relentlessly, to the point of suffocation. Panic grips me, and I gaze up at him, willing him to stop. I grip onto the restraints and try my best to focus on my breathing. I can feel drool slipping out the side of my mouth and down my chin. But I ignore it, it’s nothing. I continue to stare up at him, pleasure overtaking his features as his cock hits the back of my throat, and a muffled gag slips past my lips.