Stay True

by C B Jean

  My next orgasm erupts within me violently and I scream his name until my voice is sore. He pumps one last time and stills again beneath me, roaring.

  We rest catching our breaths, and I slump over on top of him spent.

  He chuckles and kisses my head.

  “Good girl.” He whispers. The last thing I remember before I fall asleep is him rolling me over and throwing the cloak over me to cover my nudity and to keep me warm. I mumble incoherent words and he chuckles deep in his throat. He snuggles me into him, and I pass out dreaming of honey covered men.

  Chapter 12

  UNKNOWN

  “FUCCKK.” The dark figure screams and throws his whiskey glass at the wall, it shatters and the liquid stains the wall dripping down. He pants heavy with rage.

  “That fucking WHORE riding him like she adored him, like she enjoys it, all she deserves is my fucking belt on her ass for punishment!” He screams out to the celling with his head back.

  His shadow man hangs back with his head down shamefully, as to not draw attention to him and the wrath of his boss. Tt doesn’t work.

  “How did this fucking HAPPEN? I thought you said you were going to take care of it?!” The dark figure stalks over to him points his hand at the shadow man accusingly and grabs him by the throat. He starts choking, trying to speak, still with a hand crushing his windpipe.

  Disgusted, the dark figure releases him and throws him to the ground. The shadow man gasps lungful’s of air in, rubbing his throat.

  “Sir,” he starts wearily, “I gave her the message as you requested. She was fucking terrified, we tried holding back the men she’s traveling with as they are an issue, but they started coming at me before I had a chance to grab her and run. Sir, I believe they are ex-military, not just any average joe. They took out the pack like they were nothing. You didn’t mention how lovely she looks and tasted, even stuck in that fucking game.” The shadow man shivered as if reliving the moment. “Those men are completely captivated by her, but as such we should exploit that as a weakness. Must get her alone and away from her new pack.” He finishes and spits revolted at the mention of those militia men.

  “Yes, yes. She thinks she’s so fucking clever. Its all a fucking act! Acting meek as to draw them in. She’s not so innocent. But yes, now she knows I’m no longer in prison and coming for her, no thanks to her in the first place. Any development on where she’s located?”

  “Yes Sir, we were able to intercept her address, thanks to her for practically giving it to us on a silver platter. Bad news is that they sent over a S.W.A.T. team to watch her residence before we got there, with rotating shifts watching twenty-four seven. We have yet to find an opening to enter, but atlas we have her address. Her father may be the key to gaining entry. They won’t be able to move her body without cutting power to her XR setup, so they won’t dare risking that. We still have complete control over the game with that handy trojan virus you installed, including all camera feed and messages.”

  “Perfect. Let her have a small sliver of hope of getting out. The game is more fun that way. Once she realizes there isn’t anyone who will save her, she will submit like a good female and only we will control her. I will break her mind before I break her body. We may even decide to end her streaming career, depending on how well she obeys. Continue monitoring her apartment, we will have her decide her choice after she completes the first temple. Not that its much of a decision, but to her it will feel like it. The first temple is rigged to our own… arrangement correct?”

  “Yes Sir.” He stands at attention offering a salute.

  “Perfect, continue your work Asher and you will get a taste of her and more riches in store.” The dark figure laughs darkly, satisfied his plan is coming together nicely.

  “Yes Aiden.” The shadow man bows once more then walks hastily out the double doors.

  Aiden walks over to the bar, fixes himself another drink, then walks back to his desk to continue watching the monitors. His Remi slumbering peacefully in another mans arms. Not for long.

  Soon.

  Chapter 13

  REMI

  I wake in the middle of the cots, still covered with the cloak as I’m naked. Jackson and Luke surround me this morning still passed out snoring happily away. As if they know I’m awake, they fight over my body squeezing me tighter to them. I smile and close my eyes, never wanting to leave their embrace. A girl could get used to this.

  Then I smell food cooking and my stomach rumbles in response. Jackson opens an eye and kisses my forehead.

  “Mornin honey.” He mumbles out.

  Gods the sound of his morning voice, yum!

  Luke is awake now and kissing up my shoulder to my neck getting my attention. It sends a shiver down my spine and I sink into him with a giggle.

  “Got some food cooking if you sleepy heads want it. Better hurry before I eat it all.” Killian teases by the fire.

  “We really better get up now, he isn’t kidding.” Luke grumbles, still half asleep.

  They both get up to get dressed, leaving me on the cot and I notice how they have morning wood, again. My face heats up as I remember my amazing night with Kills. I flick my eyes over to him. Sure enough he’s already watching me.

  I hurry to look away and he laughs at my flustered face.

  I quickly turn around and under the safety of my newly acquired cape, I get dressed myself.

  After a day of fighting and rough sex, I should be sore after months of abstaining, which I’m not and I am loving it.

  I sit around the fire and grab a stick of flamed grilled meat and start gnawing as the guys do the same.

  I can’t believe Aiden is really after me, I mean last I heard he got locked up in prison for abuse, attempted murder and really the list goes on and on. He was put in for thirty-five flipping years, there’s no way he would have been released by any court or law. The only way he could have gotten out was if he figured a way to escape by himself. Knowing him, I believe it. The man was a psychopath and wouldn’t let anything get in his way. Now it seems I’m still his latest obsession and there is only one way it will end out for me. Me in a body bag. The only chance I have is If I can get out of here fast enough and escape, go back into hiding. I’ll take my lawyers offer seriously this time and go into protective custody or witness protection program if I must to stay alive. This time there will be no forgiveness or excuse for him if he’s caught again, no man or law will be able to save him. escaping a maximum-security federal prison? They might just shoot him on sight.

  How did I not see the red flags? Possessive. Demanding. Him making me feel bad for my personal decisions and me ending up apologizing to him for disappointing him. Him putting me down constantly and I just took it all because I thought he really loved me and that’s what happened in relationships. Clearly, I’m not an expert. I actually have a career now, a life. As much as a life I could have gotten after that train wreck. An obsessive, paranoid freak with no friends, didn’t leave the house and played video games all day every day, one who only talked to her Dad and a middle-aged waitress. Yep that’s me.

  Ugh why is it so hard all the time? I just want to give life the middle finger and walk away. Although, this situation isn’t all half bad, I mean I’m hanging out with these new hunks I’ve made friends with and DAMN. Wooga wooga. I’m constantly checking them out and they totally notice it. I can’t help it! These guys are seriously gods and hotter than Hercules, who can really blame me? Even better they are regularly flirting with me and I’m not shamed to say that I love it. I’m thriving under it. But one must always wake up and go back to the real world. I really need to tell them about Aiden, and sadly I’m worried about what they will say afterwards. If they will think I’m damaged goods and not worth it. This is going to suck balls.

  “I think we need to talk.” I say suddenly after ending my pity party and they nod, lowering their breakfast.

  Jackson asks first as if he read my mind. “What happened during the fight with the sh
ifter wolf again so I’m clear?”

  I retold them what had happened, their faces bristling with anger.

  “Who is Aiden?” Kills asks confused.

  I sigh. “He’s…my ex-boyfriend….” Their faces turn even more puzzled and I continue.

  “About two years ago I was with this guy named Aiden, we met at a gaming convention and we hit it off instantly. At first things were going really well, until they weren’t. When we were out or had friends over, he was Mr. cool and nice. Everyone thought we were Ken and Barbie, just made for each other. The reality was when we were alone, he would drink and get really abusive. We would fight and yell, he’d leave after hitting me and come back hours later smelling like booze and different women. I tried to break up with him and leave him, but he only hit me harder and said he would kill me if I tried. He’d push me down the stairs, broke all my bones, tie me up and once locked me in a four by four closet for a week with no food or bathroom, only a pail. He did horrible horrible things to me. I never left the house, I was one giant walking bruise.” My voice chokes, I stare at the ground not wanting to look into their faces. My long hair hiding my bitter expression. I can’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

  “I wasn’t able to leave the house or get a real job, so I started selling my “videos,” or Aiden did I should say, on the dark web to Aiden’s pleasure forcing me, all my work going into his pocket. He would even bring his “friends” over to make videos with me, and I had to wear a mask and gag, no one saw my face or heard me crying out to help me, so no one knows what I look like and no one knew who I was and that I needed help. I was beaten and fucked against my will and no one ever came for me. He threatened to kill my Dad if said anything or escaped. It’s been roughly nine months since he was caught and prisoned after a plumber came by and heard me screaming luckily. I moved into a new apartment in a new city after he got indicted, my Dad moving with me to be close, and I got restraining orders, anything to get me away from him. Games are my only release, a place where I don’t have to hide, it’s better than the real world sometimes where my problems go away… And now he’s coming back to get me after escaping prison, I have nowhere to hide or go and I’m the reason we are trapped in this game.”

  I break down sobbing again and all three of them surround me and hugging me. We stay like that until I stop, and I wipe the tears from my face.

  “No one will ever hurt you again Remi, not as long as we shall live.” Killian reassures me holding my hand in his, rubbing the back of my knuckles with his thumb. I only manage a tiny smile back.

  “That fucking bastard! I’ll fucking kill him if he dares lay a finger on you Cub.” Luke is now bristling with anger snapping the piece of wood in half that held his breakfast.

  Jackson had gotten up and was pacing irritably. His hand stroking his five ’o’clock shadow on his jaw while he was thinking.

  I watched him walk back and forth, and back again until I got dizzy.

  I wonder what he was pondering about. Most likely me. Our game plan, what to do next. Aiden.

  Just then his bracelet pinged, and he checks it to confirm it’s a message from the game creators. Will they be getting us out of here soon?

  He starts reading out loud so we can all hear. “We are sorry to inform you that we have been unsuccessful so far at fixing the log out issue and the problem with the unidentified player attacking you, we are still working diligently to get it resolved. We haven’t released this information yet as it is under investigation and we are trying to work around it without causing mass hysteria, but there was a virus that infiltrated the games code, locking us out of it completely and an unknown user has gained access to feeds and messaging. I warn you not to disclose any important information via message to conflict with your safety, as you mentioned they are after a member of your team. Whoever they are, they have locked us out of our own systems, are preventing users from logging out of the game and waking up. The only thing we can tell you to help you is this. Beat the game by defeating the final boss and completing the temples. No player has been able to yet, but we designed the game to auto log out, to override any and all commands when it is completed so we are certain that is the only way to override this mystery hacker and get all the plyers back to the real world. So far, they have made no demands, even after we tried reasoning with them with the FBI’s help. We recommended to all loved ones of our players, no one remove the headset from the player, as it will send them into a deep sleep which the players haven’t waken up from yet. We will get back to you with more news. Good luck.”

  Oh flip.

  We all sit here silently for a moment, running those words over in our minds. The wolf shifter wasn’t lying, he was telling the truth about Aiden or whoever he was working with having control over the game. All to get to me. This was absurd. Maybe we should let them take me so thousands of lives can be saved….

  “I know what you’re thinking Remi, don’t you dare think that again!” Jackson says coming to me and gripping my shoulders. “We are not giving you up to this sick freak so we can get out. You are more important then that. If he gets you again, there is no telling what he will want with you.”

  He closes his eyes and hugs me. His head in the nook of my neck, and his hand stroking my hair. I hug him back, feeling hopeless. So small.

  “I can’t lose you after just finding you.” He whispers, a sob in his throat.

  “Well, we are going to have to do what they suggested then. We need to complete the temples and defeat the boss ASAP so we can get out of this fucking mind prison.” Kills says defiantly, his blue eyes bold.

  Luke stands up gripping his axes and huffs in agreement.

  “Your right.” I say squaring my shoulders back after Jackson releases me from his embrace. “We can reach the Red Mosque before dark tonight and then go in first thing in the morning. We really need a better way to get around, we don’t have the time to go farm for coin right now so buying transportation is out of the question…” I pause and gasp in delight.

  My guys give me strange looks, glancing at each other as if I’ve gone crazy.

  I roll my eyes at them.

  “I have an idea.” I smirk wide at them.

  ∞∞∞

  “All you have to do is sneak through the tall grass without scaring them, hop onto its back and calm it down before you get bucked off. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.” I tell Killian who looks flipping nervous.

  He grinds his jaw in annoyance. Who would have thought, an ex-military man who has shot and killed real people and survived dangerous shootouts would be scared of a few wild horses? Not I.

  “Why me?” he asks, which almost comes out as a whine.

  “Because it is part of your skill tree, they will listen to your touch faster since you’re a Ranger, faster than any of us.” I huff out at him. It’s a complete lie, but both Jackson and Luke put me up to this, and for some messed up reason I’m going along with it. I’m not going to lie, its going to be hilarious and I’m trying to keep a poker face.

  He groans in exasperation, which alerts my lady tingles and I snicker.

  “Plus, if you do this, you can have me any way you want tonight, even before Jack and Luke.” I tease him, my voice sultry and I watch as his eyebrows shoot up. “Please Kills?” I give him my best impression of puppy dog eyes, my bright blue ones sucking him in.

  Luke behind me huffs in annoyance, not happy I’m promising him that, clearly he had plans to take me first.

  Kills looks at me like he lost his train of thought for a moment, staring into my eyes. Then he shakes his head to clear himself.

  “Fine, and I hope you mean what you say by ‘anyway I want.’” He gives me a dirty eyebrow wave to imply his meaning, as if I already couldn’t tell. I nod happy he has agreed. He grabs my face and brings me in for a rough kiss. I lick my lips slowly and watch his reaction when he lets go and he moans.

  “You’re not making this any easier woman!”

  We all watch him
and settle into the tall grass as he sneaks up to the nearest horse. A big stocky chestnut with white socks that is munching happily away. Thanks to me and my insider knowledge, I was easily able to locate the herd in a nearby meadow. Honesty if you know the right call, they come instantly to you, but I decided not to tell any of them.

  “Should we help him out a bit?” Jackson says with a dirty look on his face once he’s out of hearing reach.

  I nod my head repeatedly and giggle into my hand stifling the laugh.

  He turns and casts a spell onto the horse. It visibly relaxes and I look back to Jackson confused.

  When Killian gets close enough and jumps on the horse, it doesn’t do anything besides still munching away. We hear him exclaim Oh cool! and relaxes. Just as soon as he does the spell clearly kicks in making the horse freak out as if startled and buck wild. We laugh as we watch him try to wrangle the horse beneath him yelling curse words his momma would be ashamed to hear and clinging on for dear life, clearly having no idea what he is doing.

  It was a sight to behold, I wish I had my phone so I could record this.