by T. L Smith
He screamed loudly when I dug the end of the corkscrew into his upper thigh, and he tried hard to wiggle away from it. It did him no good, as it slid and ultimately cut him more. He attempted to sit perfectly still as the tip punctured his leg, but it was hard to do when you were in such pain.
My body was over him. I was sitting on his lower legs to keep him from kicking me while I made him bleed.
“I’m sorry, Master,” he cried. I’d been in his room with him all night. Since his attempted escape, he hadn’t rested, and neither had I. Both of his legs were bleeding, the arrow that I embedded in his leg still remained in place, luckily missing any major arteries.
“Can’t hear you,” I taunted, leaning closer to him. I’d been torturing him for hours. I had no idea what time it was, but I was sure the sun had risen.
“Master, please forgive me?” he cried this time, finally broken. I climbed off of him and smiled down.
“Next time that happens, or you think of running from your new master’s house, be prepared for me. I have great aim and would hate for an arrow to land somewhere else,” I said as I put pressure on his exposed cock.
“Yes, Master,” he cried. I bent down and kissed his tear soaked cheek, then pulled the arrow out as I stood up. He screamed again, but then looked at me and muffled his cries.
As I left, the cleanup crew arrived and entered after me. They stitched him up and sponge bathed him. He would still go to his new master’s house, but not until he was at least partially healed.
“Should I be worried?” Sarena asked, laying back on a sofa in the room. Cameras were rolling and she’d been watching what I was doing.
“About what?” I asked while cleaning my hands at the sink.
“Are you going to put me out of work?” I turned around and saw the concerned look on her face.
“That’s certainly not the plan, Sarena,” I told her, watching as she picked at her nails in nervousness.
“Will you have lunch with me? I’d like to talk, possibly be friends,” she said half smiling. I desperately wanted to say no. I was tired and I wanted to sleep for the full day straight. But I didn’t, she’d shown me what to do, taught me, the least I could do was listen to her.
“Yes.”
We arrived at a local café. It was quiet, with only one person there and they were behind the counter reading a magazine. We waited for our meals to arrive and made small talk before she started talking deeper.
“I was a Thrall,” she said while she picked at her salad. She had a blank look in her eyes. “Not exactly the same, but my ex, who used to beat me daily, sold me to his drug dealer,” she explained.
“He used to beat me so badly, I had one eye swollen shut, most of the time it was two. But he tried not to, as he wanted me to watch when he raped and tortured me. Then, after beating me for a year, he got into trouble. Drugs. I knew he was a heavy user, but never questioned where he got the money from to pay for such things, even though he didn’t work. But one day, three men came barging in. He owed them thousands of dollars. He didn’t have the money, so I was his payment.”
“Is he dead?” I asked her and her eyes lit up a little.
“They all are,” she said. “Dominic helped with that. So did Zeke. Zeke was in all kinds of business and they saw me one night. Saw me broken and on the floor wearing nothing. They shot the men that held me, then took me and cleaned me up, trained me how to fight and built me back up. Then Zeke found the address of Robert, my ex, and I kidnaped him, torturing him for weeks. Then when I was finished, I shot him between the eyes.” She smiles. “Best day of my life. He didn’t recognize me when he first saw me. I was different, my hair was done, I was dressed nicely. He didn’t realize it was me till I spoke, then he tried to belittle me. What a fool.” She waved her hand in front of her face.
“How long did they have you”?
“Two years,” she said and pushed the food around on her plate. “I don’t want this job Aria, I need it,” she emphasized.
“Then keep it.”
“You don’t understand. They picked you, they want you. I hear them talking. You’re the best they’ve ever had. I’m pretty sure you’re getting paid more than me.”
“Does that matter, Sarena? As long as you can do your job, does that really matter?”
“I hope not!”
“I don’t like women, most of the time I don’t even like men. I like you, I do. So just do your job. Stop over-thinking, just do it.”
“It’s funny. You’re giving me advice and I’ve been here longer.”
“Yeah, but I’m better.” I winked at her and she laughed.
When I returned home, Jagger was there, which was unexpected. He should have been at work. He usually worked during the day.
“I had a mess to clean up today,” he said, sitting lazily in the seat as I stood in the entryway.
“You’re telling me this, why?” I asked him. He knew I didn’t care for his work. It bored me.
“It had to do with you…from what I hear.”
“Me?” I walked in and sat opposite him.
“Yes, something to do with your bow,” he said and shook his head. “You know not to use that in public. What were you even doing at one of those parties?”
“How do you know about the parties?”
“Who do you think wrote up your contract, Aria? I know what you do.”
“Why haven’t you said anything?”
“Because you’d have told me when you were ready. Please leave it home from now on,” he said. I had actually shot him before, by accident, of course.
“You know it goes where I go.”
“Not to an event, Aria. You’re too trigger happy.”
“Am not,” I argued. He was right, though, I did pull it out anytime I could.
“You’re going to Los Angeles soon. I want to come with you,” he said, surprising me with the news.
“How did you know I was going? I don’t even know if I’m going.”
“Zeke had the receptionist get your travel plans ready. You leave in a few months.”
“What for?” Maybe I shouldn’t have asked him that. I wasn’t sure exactly what he knew.
“I don’t know. You’re all going. Now go to bed, you look like shit.”
“Fuck you,” I swore at him and flipped him off as I stood. He chuckled and I threw the remote at him before running to my room. Cleaning myself up, I got changed then called Dominic before I passed out. I needed more information more about the trip.
“Why am I going to Los Angeles?” I questioned him.
“Hello to you too, Aria. Zeke has clients out that way. You’re to do the same work and get them their Thralls.”
“Couldn’t he have someone else do that? Possibly Sarena?”
“She’s going, but you are too. Don’t argue, you’ll have your own house. And it’s only for a few months.” I hung up on him, being too tired to argue the fact that I didn’t want to go.
Chapter 11
I’d been training for months and had sold two more Thralls, with a few more in training. I was good at it—the best, they told me. Sarena was still with us, I could see now that Dominic had a soft spot for her. She was good at what she did, just not as good as me. I was the best. I’d made more money in less than four months than a lawyer would make in a year. My body wasn’t as sore as it used to be, it was now accustomed to the grueling training the bodyguard inflicted on me daily. The training paid off, I was faster and sharper. I was even a better shooter than I’d ever been, and I’d always been good with a bow.
We landed in L.A. two weeks ago. I’d had a meeting with Zeke and some dummy from his MC. Yes, the man dabbled and ruled everything. It still blew my mind.
Jagger also came and was staying with me. Nothing unusual there, he followed and I led, or sometimes it was the opposite. He wanted to tag along with everything I did, but I’d been told to keep him at a distance. He had his job and I had mine.
When I walked into the m
eeting with Sarena and Dominic, Zeke was sitting there with Dunk. He held an office position in the MC, high up, but I didn’t like him at all. He exuded bad vibes, not scary vibes, just not trustworthy. Zeke was sitting next to an exquisite blonde. She wasn’t someone I’d guessed would be his type. She seemed sweet, not someone who’d be attracted to the bad boy persona.
Zeke started talking business, impressed I was pulling in. Dunk sat across from me—staring. I wanted to smack him, I actually thought I just might. Then he said a word I hated and I knew at that moment I was going to hurt him. He called me babe. I was NOT his babe, nor anyone’s babe for that matter. That word was a pet peeve for me. I leaned down in my chair, reached under the table and grabbed his cock, giving it a quick twist before I let it go. He got up screaming. I decided to leave because I don’t do meetings, even though I knew I was meant to be there. I tuned the voices out anyway. They were sitting there having a full conversation and honestly, I hadn’t heard one word.
Bexley was the name of Zeke’s girlfriend. She seemed to be feeling the exact same way as I was, bored. I stood and informed them I was leaving. I kissed both Dominic and Sarena on the cheek, then turned to walk away. I didn’t know why I was doing that—I didn’t want friends, but she looked just as ready to leave as I was.
“You want to escape?” She smiled and nodded and then looked to Zeke for permission. She smiled when she climbed into my car, and I wondered how much she knew about what her boyfriend did for a living.
Jagger jumped in, excited to leave the house. He spotted Bexley and his charm radar turned on full blast. He liked what he saw and I didn’t blame him.
“So, you single?” he asked. I immediately followed that comment with a smack to the back of his head. The idiot wanted to die.
I pulled up at the sex shop. Jagger had kept Bexley company while I stayed silent during the drive. She asked questions about what he did and he answered. I shook my head in the rear mirror warning him when he told her, but he never shared about what he did for Zeke. I had a feeling she didn’t know anything and there was probably a very good reason for that.
I walked into the sex shop and picked up a leather outfit. This shop sells the best clothing. I watched as Jagger taunted Bexley inside the shop, showing her the best sex toys and watched as her face flushed. I kind of liked her, she was different. I got a call, Dominic wanted me to work that night, so I needed to go back to our house and sleep. I dropped Jagger off first, then took Bexley home. Before she hopped out, I had to ask her something.
“Is he good to you?” I was referring to Zeke. I liked her and I didn’t want to see her treated badly. Sarena’s story was bad enough. Yes, I did these things, but they’re only punished when they were out of line, and for training. We didn’t make it our mission to torture men. Plus, men had been doing it to us for years. Now it was the women’s turn.
She shrugged her shoulders. I took that as meaning he wasn’t bad to her. But I saw that she wanted him, wanted that man badly.
*****
I could now take a Thrall of my choosing without assistance. I was strong enough to lift one into my car by myself. I was going to target one tonight as I had a client that I’d met up with yesterday who provided specific instructions of what she had required.
I was dressed in fuck me clothes, my shoes were high and my shorts were higher. The men stared, some weren’t courageous enough to come up to me, others were. I found who I needed within ten minutes. I played the dumb drunk well, inviting him out to my car to get him inside it. He was a perfect fit. Dark skin, big beautiful lips. Toned and gorgeous. He leaned over to kiss me, but I quickly got across and sat on his lap. The needle was in my hand, ready to go in. First, though, I wanted a little taste, and when his lips touched mine, it was heaven. They were just as good as I thought they’d be. His hands went to my back and he pulled me to him. He trailed his hands down. I missed having a man that worshiped me for reasons of his own, instead of being forced.
“I’m sorry,” I said, just as his lips lifted away from mine.
The needle went straight into his neck and his hands flew straight there. I really should find out what they put in these syringes, but I didn’t actually care as long as it did the job. He pushed up, trying to rid me from his lap, but it didn’t work and soon his head fell back to the seat. I looked at him a little longer, wanting more. Anything more. I decided to move off of him.
I dropped him at my house. The bodyguard helped me carry him down the stairs and into my basement. The house they had rented for me was large, accommodating my needs. I even had a nurse on standby, the same one from back home. She met us downstairs and shook her head and swore in Spanish.
“We’re going out,” Jagger called from the top of the stairs. He had a sadistic smile on his face and I knew he was up to something. I didn’t think I wanted to find out what.
Jagger and I picked up Bexley and we went to a strip club. It was then I knew what he was up to. He liked her, even though he shouldn’t. Her eyes only shone for one person and that person was not someone I wanted him to get on his bad side.
We walked in and it was busy. Jagger whispered something to Bexley, I tried not to notice, but when she stormed off and Jagger stayed exactly where he was, smiling, I knew I needed to follow.
Bexley snapped the back of a girl’s head backward with one hand. I smiled brightly and the boys from the club all stood, ready to hurt her. I turned and made eye contact with each one of them. In return, some sat down, some didn’t. Dunk stared at me, a smirk on his face. I heard a slap and turned to see Bexley lifting her hand away from Zeke’s face. Fuck, I didn’t want to be involved in this shit. Yes, I liked the girl—but fuck.
Zeke got mad and words were exchanged. He said something and her hand rose again, but he grabbed her wrist mid-slap. I knew it was time for me to get her out of there, these boys were looking pissed. I might be good, but an entire MC against one girl, well it was not going to happen unless I was up high and had a bow and arrow in my hands.
“What are you doing, Aria?” Zeke’s eyes were on mine as I stepped close to Bexley’s back. He’d gotten incredibly good at calculating my moves.
“I’m taking her with me. Let go of her hand, Zeke,” I warned him.
“You work for me, Aria,” he warned me. He was right and a part of me was scared of what he was capable of. He didn’t come to earn such an empire for nothing, silent and deadly was what he was. The men were all back on their feet, defending their president. Most had their hands on their guns, but I could guarantee I’d be faster, I would get at least a few before one got me.
“That may be so,” I looked around, smiling, “but don’t think I wouldn’t put a bullet in one of these boys’ brains before they touch me.” They looked at me, then back to Zeke, and they all sat back down except for Dunk, who stood and stared at me. I seriously considered castrating him, but Zeke told me to take her. I did and told him not to come back until tomorrow.
He didn’t listen. I was in the backyard, shooting. I was ready to give Bexley a turn when she grabbed a gun and shot like a pro. It made me think, who was she really? A girl that looked like her, and talked like her, shouldn’t know how to put a cap in someone’s ass without blinking. At that moment, I thought I liked her even more.
She asked me what I did. She knew I worked for them, Dominic and Zeke, but I doubted she knew the extent of what I did for them. I told her that I was a trafficker. She looked shocked and her face was set to an expression of holy fucking shit. She managed to wrap her head around it eventually, and just as she finished shooting again, he was back. Back for her.
I left them to it. He may not have seen it yet, but Zeke loved her. He wouldn’t bother coming if he hadn’t, not a man like him.
“Why does he get her?” Jagger said, watching out the back of my car as the two lovebirds made up.
“I’m guessing he has a huge cock,” I told him, trying not to laugh.
“So I just have to show her how big my jun
k is?” he asked seriously as he turned to me.
“If you do, I would bitch slap you the way our mother should have,” I warned him. He shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the couch with me, I was about to whip his ass in Guitar Hero.
Chapter 12
Zeke was getting on my last nerve, so badly I wanted to cut him and train him like my others. He was moping around. You know, like those people that drag themselves around the place like a sad piece of shit, but denied everything to your face. Yes, that was him right now. Bexley was gone, she was utterly sick of his shit and left his ass. I was proud of her, but now I desperately wanted her back so he could get laid.
“You’re coming to New York with me,” he said from my sofa.
“Fuck off!” I shooed him away with my hand and continued to clean my arrows. He gave me a ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ look and then shook his head.
“You are. We leave tonight for a meeting and fly back the next day,” he said as he walked across the room and knocked all my arrows to the ground. I moved to pick one up and throw it at him as he walked to the front door. “That arrow may touch me, but if it does my gun touches you,” he called back over his shoulder. I could hear the smile in his voice as the arrogant bastard walked out the door.
I walked downstairs to the basement where my man was behind held. I’d had him for a while, he was my treat. I liked the fire behind his eyes. It gave me a challenge.
He was naked when I entered. I had on high red boots and shorts and shirt that showed my stomach, but he didn’t look. I walked over and turned on some music. I needed to make him want me, inflict some blue balls on him while I was away.
His head snapped up and I looked at his luscious lips, they were very kissable. I knew so, I had tasted them numerous times. I swayed my hips to the music, running my hand along my stomach and up under my breast. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I lifted my breast higher, teasing him.