SLAUGHTER

by Tessier, Shantel

  My eyes catch the silverware next to my plate. There’s a fork. Thoughts of using it to stab him enter my mind. I’ve never imagined hurting him until now. He no longer feels shit for me, so why should I feel anything for him? I couldn’t care less if the motherfucker lives or dies.

  My hands sit in my lap, and I fist them, thinking how many ways it could be used to …

  “Don’t even think about it, Bunny!”

  My eyes snap up to meet his hard stare. I don’t deny it.

  He places his forearms on the table and leans forward. “I’ve thought of every scenario you could possibly think of. And believe me when I say I have a punishment for each one.”

  Fucking bastard.

  His eyes look down at the fork and then back at me. “If you do anything with that fork besides feed yourself with it, I will tie you to that chair for every meal and feed you myself. Do you understand?”

  My jaw clenches, but I find myself answering, “Yes.”

  He nods once and then reaches over beside him. He grabs a folder and tosses it down to me. It lands on the table by my plate with a slap.

  “What is this?” I ask.

  “Open it,” he demands.

  I do as he says and pick up the paper that sits on top. It has a picture of me and my name on it. I recognize the dress. It’s from last Friday. I had just been shopping with Alex earlier that day and wore it out that night. “What …?” I flip it over to see another piece of paper. Above it, it reads medical records. “Where did you get this?”

  He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. A man like him has connections.

  It shows my surgeries. All of them. My jaw tightens when I see car wreck. I guess it’s easy to forge anything these days. “You had no right …”

  “Not that I’m complaining, but why did you choose to alter your body?” His eyes drop to my breasts.

  I slap the folder shut and sit back, crossing my arms over my chest. “When did you decide to get a slave?” I ignore his question. “How many others have there been?”

  He actually smirks at me. “You’re the first, Bunny.”

  “Lucky me,” I snap.

  He sits back in his seat. “I’m leaving for work. I trust you will behave yourself today?”

  “What do you do for a living these days besides beat women?” I can’t help but ask.

  He narrows his eyes on me. I think he’s about to reach across the table and slap me but instead he snaps his fingers. Darrell enters the room, and my jaw tightens as my heart speeds up. “I have given you too much freedom,” Avery says, “Darrell will accompany you anytime you are out of your room.”

  I jump to my feet. “Absolutely not!” I snap.

  “This is not up for negotiation.”

  “Avery—”

  “This is your doing,” he interrupts me, rising out of his chair. Much slower than I had.

  I bite my tongue to keep from pissing him off. Or begging. Either one wouldn’t be good. But I refuse to get sent to the dungeon or whatever he fucking calls that room. It smelled of blood and death. And this Avery would definitely throw me down there without a second thought.

  Fuck, I hate him!

  He takes his suit jacket that hangs over the chair and slides it on. He buttons the middle button and walks around the table to me. “Men will be here today to fix your window.” I didn’t miss the fact that they had boarded it up while I floated in and out of consciousness from the drugs.

  I stand rigid as he approaches. He comes to a stop and looks down at me. Sliding his hand into my hair, he pulls my head back. I glare up at him, hoping he sees the hatred in my eyes.

  He leans in and lowers his lips to my ear. “Be a good girl for me, Bunny, and I will reward you.”

  I hate how much I want him to do just that. I need a release. My body needs … something. My eyes close, and he places a soft kiss on my neck. And then he’s gone.

  _______________

  For four days, Avery has left me alone. He never came to see me after he got home from work that day. And a part of me was pissed that he didn’t reward me for being a dumb bitch and following his stupid rules.

  But I finally feel back to myself—recharged. I haven’t been drugged, tied down, or beaten. I’ve even managed to eat every meal, though I prefer to remain in my room. But I did notice that Marvin even gives me a little more each time.

  I am, however, going a little insane. I find myself pacing a lot. And plotting. I’ve imagined faking my death. And I’ve killed Darrell a hundred different ways. I don’t have much to work with in my room; the best I can come up with is taking the hair dryer cord and wrapping it around his neck and praying he doesn’t overpower me. But then there’s the fucking drugs they give me. They cloud my mind and make me too emotional. I’m no virgin when it comes to illegal drugs—I’ve smoked pot, snorted coke, done ecstasy, and God knows I’m an alcoholic—but whatever is in that syringe fucks me up. For days. I’ve thought about doing something wrong for Darrell to pull it out just so I can try to take it from him and shove it into his neck. But not sure how far that would get me.

  If I somehow manage to take him down, I’ll be left with the rest of the men in the house. And that too will not end well for me. If I get caught and end up down in the dungeon, I’ll never get out. I need to avoid that place at all costs.

  I sit cross-legged in my closet with the lights off. It’s gotta be late night, early morning because I had dinner hours ago. For some reason, I find the closet the best place to sit and think. When I’m in the bedroom or bathroom, my eyes always find that red blinking light, knowing he can watch my every move. Fuck him! If he wants to see what I’m doing, he can come and find me.

  I sit in silence, my mind running so fast I’m having a hard time keeping up with it. Then a thought hits me. A phone. All I need is a phone. If I can get a hold of my brother, I’ve got a chance. And I know all the guys keep their cells on them. I’ve heard Darrell outside my room on his talking to Avery and others. Maybe I don’t need to escape. All I need is to make one phone call. But what will that phone call get me? Will Preston know where I’m at? If so, then why hasn’t he already come for me? If he doesn’t know where I’m at, then the risk will be for nothing. ’Cause I can’t tell him my location. I throw my head back and let out a sigh of frustration. There has to be a way. A sweet spot Avery didn’t think of. I just have to find it.

  Getting up, I open the closet door and lie down on the bed. I’m starting to get tired. The only reason I know it’s night is because I have windows in this prison cell. They fixed the one I knocked out, and it makes me sad every time I look at it, knowing I failed. They also took the chair that I removed the leg from. I guess they were too afraid I’d use the other three.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  AVERY

  I RUB MY INDEX FINGER over my lips while I watch her close her eyes on my monitor. She’s up to something. I can feel it. Read it in her body language. She’s been good the past four days. Too good. She’s relaxed, and I’m on alert.

  Don’t make me hurt you, Bunny!

  I sit back in my seat, watching as her body softens into the bed and her lips part a little, letting me know she’s out. I turn off the computer and run a hand through my hair. What is she up to? What does she have planned? And what can I do to prepare myself for it?

  I pick up my cell and dial Kayn’s number. He answers on the first ring. “My study,” I say and then hang up.

  I’m refilling my glass of scotch when he enters. “Sir?”

  “Sit,” I order, and he does as I say. “She’s planning something.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I just do. I’ve known her all my life. I can tell.”

  “Excuse me if I’m overstepping, but I’ve been working for you for eight years now and not once have I ever heard you mention her.” I arch a brow, and he continues. “Women have come and gone, but you’ve never kept them here overnight. This woman has been here a week now. The first few days,
she did nothing but fight us. Now she’s been silent for four days. Which brings me to my point. If she had another plan to escape, wouldn’t she have already done it?”

  I shake my head at that question. “Her head is clear. Her mind sharp. She’s biding her time.”

  He leans back in the chair and rubs his chin. “So what do you want me to do?”

  I want to punish. I need to punish her. This is why she’s here. My slave. “Provoke her.”

  He frowns. “To run?”

  I nod. Leaning forward, I place my elbows on my desk. “Let your guard down. Make her think she has the upper hand.”

  He shows no surprise at my demand. I know she’s plotting, but if I give her an opportunity, she will throw her plans to the wind and take the out that Kayn allows her. “How do you want me to handle her afterward? Same as before?”

  “No. Just let her be. I’ve already told her what will happen to her. The anticipation of me coming home and putting her in the cellar will be enough to drive her mad. Plus, I want her sober while she’s down there. Not drugged.”

  He stands. “When do you want me to do this?”

  I tap my foot on the floor, thinking about the timeline I have to work with. “Give it a couple of days.”

  He exits my study after that, and I debate on what to do, but my cell ringing interrupts my thoughts.

  It’s a blocked number.

  “Hello?”

  “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Comes the voice I know all too well.

  “I have the situation under control.”

  “Control, my ass!” he snaps. “You shot Preston and kidnapped his sister?” I open my mouth, but he continues. “I told you not to touch her.”

  “And I couldn’t follow that order.”

  “Avery,” he growls.

  “I have been offered an invitation to Conway’s next week,” I say. He’s silent on the other end of the phone. “I have a plan, sir. I need you to trust me.”

  He lets out a long sigh. “Get it done. Then finish them both,” he snaps and then hangs up.

  I look down at my phone to see the call has ended. The clock reads 6:15 a.m., so I gotta leave for work soon.

  Turning my computer back on, I smile as I get another idea. She’s been good. Too good. It’s time to fuck with her mind. I think she deserves a reward.

  Making my way up to her room, I waltz in without permission to find her lying on the bed facing away from me. I walk around the bed until I’m in front of her and watch her sleep. I used to do this all the time back when we were in love. Back when I believed two people were meant for one another and there could be a better life than the one we were raised in.

  I push some brown hair from her face, and my fingers trail over her soft skin. I’ve always thought of her as a doll. Perfect and fragile. Now here I am fucking her like a whore and beating her like a slave.

  It doesn’t matter what I do to her, she gets wet. The person who kept messaging her said they had found her at a cottage with a man who had hit her. Is that what she has come to like? A slap to the face?

  She knew I wasn’t bluffing when I told her the consequences, yet she still tried. Why? Did she want to be punished?

  I fucking hate this woman with every part of me, but I hate the old her. The one who left me behind and never looked back. This Bunny makes me love her like this. A weeping mess. A soaked slut who needs my cock. What has happened to her over the past eleven years that has changed her so much?

  I wish I knew. She’d never tell me, and honestly, I won’t ever ask.

  It doesn’t matter!

  Nothing will change what has led us to this point.

  I pull the covers back and see she is naked, and my cock hardens instantly.

  I reach up and remove my shirt. Then I undo my jeans and remove them along with my boxers. I go to her closet and open the locked safe. I keep everything I had planned to use on her in here, knowing she would spend most of her time in her room.

  I grab what I need, close the safe, and walk back over to the bed. Gently, I crawl onto it. She lies on her stomach and I grab her hands, bringing them behind her back and cuff them.

  She stirs, but her eyes remain closed. I place my hands on her inner thighs and shove them apart. Then my hand slides up to her pussy. I run a finger over her lips, and she lifts her ass up in the air. I smile. “That’s it, Bunny.”

  “Avery.” She moans, her eyes still closed.

  I push a finger into her, and she spreads her thighs farther apart for me, her hands pulling on her cuffs.

  “What …?” She trails off when she starts to come around.

  “Wake up, baby,” I say, sliding my finger in and out. She starts to get wetter for me.

  She whimpers and begins to squirm under my touch. “Please.”

  I remove my finger and push in two this time. She gasps, her hips rocking back and forth on my hand. Fucking my fingers as if they are my cock.

  I get up on my knees and sit between her legs. I need to feel her wrapped around my dick just as much as she needs me to fuck her. I remove my fingers, and before she can protest, I replace them with my cock.

  She moans, arching her back as I stretch her tight pussy. Fuck! She feels better every time. As if no one has ever been there before. My hands grip her hips, and I start to move. I pull back and thrust forward. Our bodies slap together. She’s so wet it runs down my balls and onto the sheets. She cries out with every thrust, and I slap her ass as if she’s disobeyed me. A rush of rage runs through me that she hasn’t defied me these past four days. That she hasn’t tried to escape.

  This is why I brought her here. To punish her! To show her that even after all these years, I still fucking own her. You will, Bunny. You’ll try to escape, and I’ll get what I want. I always do.

  I lean over her back and snake my hand around her throat from behind. She closes her eyes and her lips part. “I heard you’ve been good.” I slow my pace.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Fuck, there’s that word again. “Why is that, Bunny? Giving up on me already?”

  She pants. “I understand my place, sir.”

  She’s a motherfucking liar! But I can play along. “And where is that?”

  “Under your command.”

  “Goddamn right, Bunny!” I growl, tightening my hand around her throat.

  Her pretty lips part but nothing comes out or in. I pull my hips back and then thrust forward.

  Her body fights under mine, and I smile against her neck. “I control every part of you, baby,” I growl, slamming into her again. “Your touch.” I pull out. “Your sight.” I slam forward. “Your hearing.” Pull out again. “Your breath.” Then slam forward. “Every fucking little thing. Remember that when I’m not around, Bunny.”

  I release her throat, and she sucks in a ragged breath, tears filling her eyes due to my hand around her throat moments ago.

  I slow my pace, and she whimpers in protest. She prefers it hard.

  “Has anyone else fucked you like this?”

  “Stop.” She chokes out.

  I have to know. “You used to like it when I made love to you. When did you start liking being fucked like a whore?” I demand.

  She buries her face into the sheets. I reach up and grab a fist full of hair and hold her head down to the side. “You won’t hide from me, Bunny.” Tears stream down her face, wetting the sheets just like her pussy is. “Where did my innocent girl go?”

  “Fuck you,” she growls, fighting the cuffs.

  I smile. That’s what I want. Her anger. “I prefer a slut over an innocent girl any day.” Her body continues to thrash, fighting me, but her pussy gets wetter. “I can feel how much you like this. The way I talk to you like a cheap fuck. The way I pin you down and fuck you …”

  She closes her eyes. “Please stop …”

  “Why, Bunny? Don’t be ashamed of who you are.”

  “You don’t know me,” she growls.

  “But I do. You’re
a woman who spreads her legs for any man. Tell me, baby. Do you beg them to come like you do me?”

  “Fucking stop!” she snaps.

  I chuckle, and she fists her hands while her legs try to close. But I’m sitting between them, so I only shove them farther apart. She cries out in pain, and I pound into her deeper. Harder. She’s gasping for air, and her pussy tightens around my cock.

  “Has this always been your fantasy? To be tied and fucked? To be used? Overpowered? Because I’ll gladly fulfill it for you, Bunny. All you gotta do is beg me for it.”

  She comes as a cry is ripped from her parted lips. I feel it running down my cock and balls, but I don’t let up. I keep going, pounding into her while her body shakes uncontrollably. She lies there—her body pinned, hands cuffed—completely at my mercy. Just as I’ve dreamed of having her for the past eleven years.

  I thrust forward one last time and find my own release.

  PRESLEIGH

  Finally!

  He let me come. And I don’t even have the energy to decide if it was really because I had been good or if he wanted to mess with my mind. And at this moment, I don’t fucking care.

  He removes himself from between my legs, and I pull them together and lower my ass to the bed.

  I’m so sore. Every part of my body aches. Why had it felt like it’d been weeks since I’d been fucked and not four days? And why did every degrading thing he said to me make me wetter?

  I hate that I like it.

  I jump when I feel his hand on my lower back. He doesn’t say anything as he grabs my arms and then my wrists are freed from the cuffs.

  I roll over and sit up slowly as I watch him walk into the closet with the cuffs dangling from his hand.

  He exits the closet, still naked and looking like a God. I haven’t had the chance to see him fully naked. I try to avoid any contact with him when he fucks me. Plus, he’s usually behind me. Other times, he has either had his shirt on or just unzipped his pants.

  He looks better than I remember. He’s no longer that tall, skinny kid. Now he’s all muscles and man. His broad shoulders are pulled back. His smooth chest defined as much as his stomach, and that V that makes women stupid. He makes me an idiot.