“Maybe I should just send a video of me fucking her instead. Bent over this chair, hollering my name.” Slasher states. When Taz is no longer laughing, the room once again grows quiet. Slasher, happy to have the control back, starts walking my direction. I don’t bother tucking my chin into my chest. I’m too curious to see what he wants from me. He stops several feet back, then bends down low enough for us to be eye level. “I wanna see how well you can dance, Princess.” He says, patronizing me with his kind voice. Like I stated before. Slasher is a very handsome guy. Strong jaw line, plump lips, that most women would do anything to sink their teeth into, with no scars on his face despite the profession he chose. “You will make me proud, or your boyfriend over there will pay the price. Show me how well you can move your body. Understand?”
With a slight nod of my head, I answer his question, watching as he rises to his full height. When he extends his hand for me to take, I want to deny him this one thing, but I don’t. Because he would only take it out on, Taz. With a recorder in his left hand, he gestures for me to begin. A quick jerk of his head toward Taz, has me moving forward. Deciding the only way to get through this is to do it quickly. When I’m close enough, my eyes finally connect with Taz’s, and the horror I see on his face is enough to make me freeze.
“Did I say stop?” Slasher shouts out, obviously growing impatient. Taking one step at a time, deep breath in, deep breath out, I manage to make it all the way to my target. My jean clad knees, hit his, then out of nowhere, music starts playing in the background. Slasher is walking around, filming from different angles, making sure to capture my every movement on film. The idea of my father watching this threatens to send me into panic mode, so I close my eyes, and do what I’ve done several times in my bedroom. With the beat of the music, I start to move my hips, swaying them from side to side in an erotic gesture. After several seconds my body loosens, my hips now rolling with the heavy bass. I have yet to touch Taz. Which I can only guess angers Slasher, because he’s behind me. Pulling my hair, forcing my head all the way back. Taz’s legs stiffen against mine, “okay, okay.” I state, knowing exactly what he wants without him having to say it.
“Show me you can give a lap dance or I’ll have my men come down here to teach you how.” He threatens, releasing my hair. Keeping my eyes closed, I turn around, spreading Taz’s knees wide, before sitting down on his lap. Circling my hips, puckering my ass out at the same time, I mimic the style of dance I’ve seen in movies. I have no way of knowing whether I’m doing it right, and as sick as this may make me, I desperately want to be doing it right. My mind may be aware of the circumstances surrounding this little strip tease, but my body say’s it doesn’t give a shit. This is Taz. That’s all it cares about.
“Unbutton your shirt.” Slasher commands. Once again I feel him stiffen, causing me to pause with my movement. The growl coming from the other side of the room is enough of a warning to get my hands moving again. With shaky fingers, I start to unbutton my long-sleeved shirt, allowing it to drape over my shoulders.
“Turn around.” He orders next. Changing positions, I’m now straddling, Taz. Opening my eyes, I come face to face with his gorgeous green ones, the color of sage, filled with regret and sympathy. His sandy brown hair hasn’t been cut in months, hiding his forehead, and the stubble on his chin makes him look much older. His chiseled features matching the rest of his ruggedness. This is the man I feel in love with the moment I stepped into the club house at the age of fifteen. He also happens to be the man that is slowly breaking my spirit, with the emotion showing on his face, I can tell he is repulsed by this, by me. Once again closing my eyes, this time to keep him from seeing my tears, I go to my safe place. The one that allows me to believe this will end soon. That someday soon someone will find us.
Chapter 2
Taz
I’m fucked up, and I’m not referring to my beaten body. I’m completely fucked up in the head. I’m a sick, depraved, monster. Serenity, my club’s president’s, innocent daughter, is straddling my thighs, grinding her jean clad pussy on my lap, and all I can think about is how good it would feel to be deep inside her. That’s not what makes me a monster, although that is pretty shitty. Nope, the most disturbing part of this scenario is the, sick bastard, holding a camera, recording her every movement. Slasher is using me against, Serenity, despite my many attempts to have him end my life. Why she continues to do the things they force her is lost on me. I’m nothing more than a school crush that has lasted because, Buck, has separation issues. Had he allowed her to experience somewhat of a normal life she wouldn’t be so inclined to save mine. I realize I sound like an ungrateful bastard, and you probably hate me. I really only have one thing to say to that. Get in line. No one hates me as much as I do myself right now. Saying this brings me back to my present situation. My body aches, I probably look like ran over dog shit, and smell like it as well, but none of this matters. Not as long as she is on my lap, her tiny body fitting against my larger in a way I’ve never experienced. Serenity is perfect. That’s why no matter how hard I try the blood, that should be pouring out of my open wounds, is rerouting itself to the one place it shouldn’t. I’ve kept my arms at my sides, despite the many times they’ve wanted to reach out and caress her skin. Her blonde hair is hanging loose. Falling down her bare breast, now that she’s taken off her shirt. I’ve always been an ass man, but my eyes can’t help staying glued to the sides of her tits, slightly swaying from her movement. Every once in a while, giving me a small glimpse of pink nipples. My depraved brain begging me to take one into my mouth.
“Stand up.” Slasher commands, once again bringing me back to reality, and the reality is that she’s being forced to do this. I should keep my eyes closed, like she has done, but like I previously stated. I’m a fucked up, vile, son of a bitch, that’s already punched his ticket into hell.
“Remove the rest of your clothes.”
The growl that leaves my chest can’t be helped. I’ve let this go on long enough. Only over my dead body will he get her to remove the rest of her clothes. As long as there is still breath in my lungs, blood in my veins, Serenity will not be coerced to do anything else. Without my being here she will be better off. Slasher will no longer have any leverage, making her boring to him. I’ve listened carefully to the things, Slasher, and his men have said. I’m no idiot. They are trying to trade her for another, with red hair, and I’d bet my left nut that the girl he wants is, Scarlett. Without this game to keep him occupied he will grow more impatient, demanding a trade sooner than later. Buck may have a soft spot for Mia and her sisters, we all do really, but the choice between Serenity and Scarlett would be a no brainer.
Standing up, using the last of my strength to do so, I shove Serenity behind me. She lets out a scream of surprise, before openly begging me to sit back down. I can understand why she is scared. Had I not seen, or experienced, worse in my lifetime I might be frightened too.
“Let’s go, Mother Fucker, just you and me.” I say to him. Surprised by the lack of shock or fear on his face. It’s not every day I come across someone that isn’t intimidated by my size. I’m the tallest member in our club, and tower over most people I meet.
“I was wondering how long it would take for your knight to protect you, Princess.” He states, talking to, Serenity. “It took longer than I thought. I guess he isn’t as possessive as most bikers.” I don’t bother responding. Moving forward, bringing my knee up into his stomach, I wait for him to lean over in pain before landing a clean shot right to the side of his temple. He proves to be one tough bastard when he doesn’t go down. Most men would have been knocked out with that hit, not him.
“You’re going to regret that.” He breathes, shaking his head loose from any cob webs that may have formed. I charge forward, barreling into him hard enough to send us both falling to the ground, landing hard on my shoulder. I hear the popping of bones, before I manage to maneuver myself on top of him. Pulling my arm back, the throbbing in my shoulder sto
ps me from hitting as hard as I can, yet I still manage to land a decent shot.
“Taz.” I hear, Serenity, cry out. Just before two men appear at my side, fists already flying. The hit to my left rib cage nearly has me blacking out. I’m certain they’ve cracked a rib, but I force the fog back, unwilling to give into the pain this time.
“GO… SERENTIY..RUN..” I shout out, hoping she listens. I’m not sure how much longer I can fight off three men. If there was ever a time for her to get away it would be now. Several hits land on the side of my head, knocking me off, Slasher. Giving them the upper hand. There is really nothing else for me to do other than kick blindly and hope my death is quick.
“GET OFF OF HIM..” I hear a familiar voice screech out. One of the men grunt, landing beside me on the ground, his knees hitting the concrete. Serenity is on his back, clinging to him like a spider monkey, fists flying in every direction. “GET OFF OF HIM..” She screams again, filling the basement with echoes of her possessed voice.
“ENOUGH.” Slasher screams, ripping her off his guard by the long strands of hair still draping across her bare skin. When she lets out a whimper, I move to stand up, only to be stopped with a boot to my already injured side. Slasher stands just a few feet away from me, controlling Serenity with the grip he has on her hair. A look of excitement making his eyes glow. Why the fuck didn’t she run? Now they will probably kill us both, but not before making her suffer.
“Give me your knife.” Slasher orders, talking to one of his soldiers. “Drag him over to the chair, make sure he keeps his eyes open.” Grabbing me by my arms, the men begin to drag my bloodied, beaten, body to the chair that was tossed across the room during our struggle.
“You realize I didn’t want to have to do this, Princess.” Slasher says, taunting Serenity. “You made a good decision by not running, but then you attacked a member of my club. If I allow you to get by with that, without a punishment, I’ll look weak. You don’t want me to look weak, do you?”
When, Serenity, looks in my direction, hurting herself by straining against his hold, I try once again to bait him. Taking a stab in the dark, hoping I’m right about my earlier assumption, I say the one thing I know will piss him off. Forcing out a laugh first, I get his attention, “you find me amusing?” He questions. A look of curiosity and annoyance flickering across his face.
“I was just remembering the last piece of pussy I had. I believe you might know her.”
“Is that right?” He asks, obviously intrigued by what he doesn’t know. I focus only on him, not having the stomach to look at Serenity when I say what I have to. I might not be able to go through with the lie if I see the hurt on her face.
“Red hair, green eyes, a pussy that taste of strawberries.” I declare, watching his controlled face contort with anger. That’s right, you have a weakness, and I’ve found it. “What I wouldn’t give to have, Scarlett’s, lips wrapped around my cock one last time.”
“You hear that, Princess.” He states, surprising me when he breaks our eye contact to look at Serenity. “He’s just confessed to taking something that belongs to me.” Slasher says, walking her backwards, until her back hits the wall.
No. What is he doing? This was not how I pictured this playing out. I can no longer see, Serenity. His larger frame covering her smaller one. I can see him firmly grasp the knife in his hand, before holding it in a way that suggest it’s resting on her throat. The room has grown so quiet, the sound of him undoing her zipper can easily be heard. With a roar, that comes from deep in my soul, I spring to my feet. Just a few yards until I reach my target, then I can rip his fucking head off, shove it up his ass, and get us both out of here.
It’s not the hit from the fist, to the side of my face, or the blow to my back that sends me to my knees. The black dots in front of my eyes, causing me to lose focus on Slasher is brought on by the chair that was just smashed over my head. Reaching my hand out, like the pussy I am, I fight the sleep that is threatening to take over. A real man would have saved her. I just fed her to the wolves, the very ones that have been using her as a chew toy. I’m a worthless bastard. I can hear her muffled cries, begging them to leave me alone, right before another blow to the head sends me into complete darkness. The vision of Slasher, ripping her pants open, is the last thing I see.
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What the hell just happened? Shaking my head, a sharp pain shoots through my temples. My eyes are groggy, and I feel as if I’ve been asleep for years. When the aches and pains start throbbing throughout my body, my brain slowly begins to piece together the puzzle that is laid before it. Serenity and I were taken by, Slasher, and his band of dumbasses. We’ve been in this basement for days, possibly weeks, who really knows. Noticing my vision starting to clear, as long as I don’t move too fast, I slowly trail my eyes over the room. Where is Serenity? She’s usually right beside me. My movement is sluggish, at best, but I still manage to scan the entire area. I start to panic when I see the broken pieces of chair in the center of the floor, and a busted radio thrown to my left. Like a whirlwind, memories come flooding back into my head. Scrambling to my feet, I stagger side to side, but determination to find her keeps me up right. Sliding my feet forward, because I can’t pick them up, the sound of someone crying stops me.
Following the noise to the darkest corner in the room, by the stairs, I catch a glimpse of Serenity huddled in on herself. Her jean clad legs are tucked into her chest, long blond hair cascading down, her face hidden in her knees. Taking off my shirt, that’s covered in blood and other fluids, I gradually make my way to her. She doesn’t bother to look up, just continues to break right in front of me. Rage, as pure as it comes, runs cold through my veins just thinking of what she was going through while I was knocked out. I did this, not directly, but I’m the one that set the events into motion. Instead of playing him, like I wanted, he called my bluff.
Falling to my knees beside her, despite my muscles screaming at me in agony, I place her in my lap. Stretching my legs out, she is now cradled on my chest, still tucked into herself. I softly drape my shirt over her bare shoulders. Wanting her to feel somewhat secured. Resting my head against the wall, I keep myself calm thinking of the many ways I will kill anyone that touched her. Absent mindedly I wrap my arms around her, rocking us from side to side. It’s something my mother used to do for me when I was a boy. Anytime I was upset, or having a bad day, she would take me in her arms and rock me. It always soothed me, and right now Serenity needs something to lessen her pain.
When her moans of agony eventually turn to sobs, before becoming nothing more than whimpers, I force her to look at me. There’s so many things I want to say, but only one I need to. Blue eyes, puffy and red, stare into mine. Her face is streaked with dirt, the tears leaving a trail of clean skin behind, her straight-edged nose red from rubbing it.
“I’ll make them pay, Angel. I’ll make them wish they never touched you.”
She can hear the sincerity in my voice, and the knowledge that I’ll keep that promise brings us both some relief. Resting her head on my chest, instead of disappearing into herself again, she takes a deep breath. Her shoulders only shaking slightly, proving to me just how strong she is.
“He didn’t rape me, Taz.” She mummers, “he said they wanted you awake for that.” The pain in her voice indicating he still did something. Hearing those words, no matter how selfish it is, honestly takes a weight off my soul. I’m aware she stilled payed a price for my stupidity, but any other wound can be easier healed.
“Tell me.” I harshly whisper out, instantly apologizing for my tone. “Sorry, Angel. I’m not mad at you, but I need to know what happened.” I state, lying to her. I don’t want to know; I need to know. There is a burning need to hear everything, not only because I’ll make sure to do the same to them, it’s more than that. Serenity is, how do I put this? She’s become more than just another woman to me. There’s been many times I’ve wanted to take her, make her mine, but she is Buck’s daughter. Which make
s her one hundred percent off limits.
She slowly starts to rise, bringing me back to the present, my shirt falling on the floor behind her. Now that she is on her feet, because of the height difference between us, my eyes are level with her lower stomach. The zipper that Slasher undone is still open. Showing off her white panties. With a closer inspection, I can see a pattern of crimson on them. Hooking her thumbs in the waist band of both her jeans and underwear Serenity slides them down.
Closing my eyes, praying that when I open them up again this will all just have been a nightmare. The red that stained her white lace is from the fresh cuts he gave her. Forcing me eyes open I come face to face with the name of the man that will suffer. Slasher has carved his name into Serenity. Just above her hair line, from hip bone to hip bone.
“Taz.” I hear her say, my name coming out shaky. Most likely frightened by the look on my face. I try to shake away the feelings of wrath I have flowing through my muscles, because right now I need to only focus on one thing. Taking care of her. Which I’ve failed to do so far, and getting us out of here. Dying is no longer an option for me. Before I go to Hell, I need to make sure these bastards are there waiting for me. To torture them some more.
Chapter 3
Serenity
I jerk awake, short of breath, sweat coating my dirty skin, to the sounds of the rat, we share this basement with, eating the uneaten piece of a sandwich left to mildew in the corner. Taz’s body is pressed against mine, his strong legs surrounding me, arm thrown over my waist, in a protective hold. I remember a time, not too long ago, I would’ve done anything to have this. The hard floor beneath me, the harsh smell surrounding us, combined with the pain in my lower abdomen has me second guessing the anything part. While I draw strength from him being here, I realize this is not how I wanted our first time in each other’s arms to happen. I thought I would walk into the club one night. Taz would be there, waiting on me, to confess his undying love. I know, I know, what you’re thinking. Serenity, you sound like a girl with her head in the clouds. Well I would rather be that girl, than the one I feel myself changing into. How long have we been down here? Why hasn’t my dad found me yet? Rational, or not, I can’t help the feelings of anger and hurt when I think about these questions. There is a lot of things I can no longer control. When I eat, what I eat, I haven’t showered since the night they took us, and the bathroom situation is so disturbing it’s not worth going into detail. I can, however, control my emotions. Which I find Slasher hates, and I’m starting to lose faith in my dad and his club.
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