“I know I am, Hawk. You’re surrounded by them, so you better get used to it. Just wait until he has a party, you’re going to have so much goddamn fun and eventually you’ll become one of us. You’ll see.”
“Go fuck yourself,” I grind out.
He hums. “Got a promotion last month, got my own prize to fuck now, so no, I don’t think that I will.”
Without another word, he marches toward the girl, his sister, and reaches for her. I don’t know why, but I expect him to be a decent fucking human and gather her in his arms.
He doesn’t.
Instead, he grabs her by the back of the hair just like Walsh did to my Avah. He drags her off of the bed and stomps away, her body nothing more than a rag doll being slung from side to side as he walks.
My stomach twists.
Looking up to the ceiling, I do something that I don’t think I’ve ever done before and I’ll probably never do again, if I’m being completely honest.
I fucking pray.
I’ll take care of her. I’ll marry her. I’ll give her a whole fucking baseball team full of babies. I’ll do whatever you want me to, God, just let us get out of this. Let her get out of this. Even if I don’t make it, let Avah live and let her live happily.
Chapter Twenty-Four
AVAH
The senator locks me in a bedroom, slamming the door closed and locking it from the outside. I don’t bother even trying the doorknob, it’s not worth it. Instead, I walk past the bed, not even seeing it as I make my way toward the window.
There are bars on the window, which means I won’t be able to get out or allow any of the Beasts to get in, either. Biting the bottom of my lip, I look out at the desertscape. The land goes out farther than I had anticipated.
I thought that this was just a regular neighborhood, but as I look around the back of the property, I’m surprised to see that there is nothing but desert. There is the wrought-iron fencing all the way around, but past that there is nothingness.
This is the perfect house for a freak like the senator. Nobody will see his little group of men coming and going from the back. Which means nobody will probably see the Beasts. The only thing they need to do is disable the security system, if they can figure out how.
Something catches the corner of my eye and I shift my gaze over to see a little glint, a silvery little movement. The men, the Beasts. They’re waiting for their opportunity. I just hope that it doesn’t come too late.
Turning my back to the window, I try to hide the hopeful smile that plays on my lips. I take in the room, looking around I’m surprised by the comforts that I’ve been allowed. There is a bed with a mattress, sheets, and pillows. There is an en suite bathroom, complete with shower and toilet.
Reaching for the closet door, I slide it open and am not surprised to see that it’s empty. I won’t be given clothes here or even a modicum of any sort of privacy. The door slowly opens and I lift my gaze up to see the senator standing in front of me.
His gaze roams down my body, only pausing at my breasts before he lifts his eyes back up to meet my own.
“You’ve gained weight, more than I had anticipated. From this moment on, you’ll be on a liquid diet. One protein drink a day. It’s tasteless, bland. It will help you to crave my cum. Because that will be the only flavor you receive from now until the day you die.”
I don’t bother saying anything in response. Hopefully, I’ll only have to endure a few protein drinks and as minimal amount of cum as possible.
He takes a step toward me, leaving the bedroom door open and if I was fast enough, I could use this as my opportunity to run.
I don’t.
Instead, I stick with the plan. I came in here to plant that bug. I’m also here to at least try to get Hawk free, but that wasn’t part of the official plan. I just have to do it, I have to let him go so that he can stop any more women from being hurt by the senator or anyone else.
“It’s time I inspect you,” he purrs.
I know what this means. This is degrading, this is what he has always done. I want to spit in his face, I want to tell him no, but I don’t. I comply, for Hawk, I comply. Turning around, I spread my legs wide and I bend over as far as I can.
The senator uses two fingers and shoves them deep inside of me, swirling them around a few times. I’m dry and so are his fingers, I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out at the pain as he pulls his fingers from me. Then, in true dickhead fashion, he does the same to my ass.
It’s harder for me to contain my whimper as he buries his fingers in my asshole and moves them around.
He hums as he leans over my back. “Fuck, just as warm as I remember. Once I have you all cleaned out, I’ll be buried deep inside here while your man watches. Do you think he’s going to get hard at the sight of me fucking your ass?” he rasps.
I don’t answer him. I don’t say a single fucking word. Not a single one. It doesn’t matter what happens, none of it does. Me and this, all of this, will be nothing but a bad memory for Hawk one day.
Right now, I just need to endure until I am freed, whatever that freedom entails. I will endure and fight until I have nothing left inside of me and hopefully that will be long enough for Hawk to gain his own freedom. He has so much to live for, he’s a father and a soon-to-be grandfather, he has his club and his love for them. He has a hell of a lot—a lot more than I do.
“You’re not ready for me yet, though. Your preparation drinks will be delivered shortly. It will take you a few days until you’re ready. Until then, you’ll stay in here and just imagine what your Orson and I are doing to sweet little Taylee.”
Without another word, he tugs his fingers out of my ass and I hear the bedroom door slam, then lock behind him.
Pinching my eyes closed, I finally allow myself to breathe and I sink down to my now sore ass. Pulling my legs up to my chest, I wrap my arms around my shins and I rest my cheek against my knees.
I want this to be done. I want this to be over. I hope that it doesn’t take very long because I have a feeling that from now on, my life isn’t going to be anything happy or easy.
Is it fair to have your begging ignored and the end of your days be complete torture? It’s probably not, but isn’t that just the fucker of it all? It’s made a complete fucking circle.
The only difference is that my dad, while he was physically and mentally abusive, he never actually sexually abused me. So, in that way, this is slightly different.
The door opens a few moments later and I lift my head, my gaze connecting to a woman that I have never seen before. She’s wearing a maid’s uniform, her hair is pulled up into a tight bun at the top of her head. She sets a tray down with some bottles filled with liquid on it. Her gaze flicks up to meet mine, and I see pity in her gaze.
“Help me,” I mouth to her.
The pity deepens and she shakes her head. “I cannot,” she whispers.
Nodding, I lick my lips. “You will have an opportunity. Don’t be scared, you won’t be hurt.”
Her eyes widen and she stands, then spins around and leaves me alone again, flipping the lock closed.
My lips slowly curve up into a grin. I think about dumping all of the liquid down the drain, but decide that I need to take it, I need to play this docile part so that I can be strong enough to help myself if I am able, no matter what kind of capacity that means, no matter what I have to do.
HAWK
Fuck.
Avah.
I have no fucking clue what she’s doing here, but she’s here and now I have to figure out a way to get both of us out of here. The goon on the wall isn’t going to help, neither will the other one, judging by the darkness in his gaze.
I’ve never felt as helpless as I do right now, locked up in a cage, in a goddamn basement while Avah is somewhere, having what I can’t even allow myself to imagine, happening to her right now.
I don’t know how I’m going to get us out of here, how long it will be until I get an opportu
nity. But I’m taking it no matter when it comes. I’m not going to play a waiting game, not going to try and find the perfect timing. It’s more important to get her out and safe than it is for anything else.
Walsh is fucking fucked and I want Avah as far away from him as possible, then I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fuck his world up, I’m going to skin him alive.
I’m not sure how long I sit in my anger, imagining all of the ways that I’m going to kill that motherfucker, but when I hear the door open and footsteps coming down the stairs, I suck in a breath of surprise.
A strange woman appears. She’s wearing what looks like a maid’s uniform, something that I didn’t think was really a thing, but knowing how pretentious Walsh is, this fits him perfectly. She’s a bit older, closer to my age, and her head is tipped down as she carries a tray toward me.
She sinks down to her knees and grabs ahold of the tasteless protein drinks, sliding them through the bars of the cage.
“Is she okay?” I ask, my voice a hoarse rasp. The woman lifts her gaze, her eyes wide as she watches me. “The woman with the blonde hair, is she okay?”
The maid looks back behind her, over her shoulder, then shifts her gaze back to meet my own. “For now, yes.”
“You’ll help her?”
She licks her lips, tilting her head to the side. “If I can.”
Without another word, she rises and disappears back up the stairs. If I can. That isn’t very reassuring, because odds are, she will not be able to. This will ultimately fall on me to do solely and I’m okay with that, as long as I can do it, as long as I can get us the fuck out of here alive. As long as I can eliminate the threat of Walsh ever finding us again.
Reaching for the tasteless supplement drinks, I twist off the cap and down them one by one, then the other before I toss the empty bottles in the trash can in the corner of the room.
It’s hard to attempt to devise a plan when my resources are nothing but my own two hands. I’m a tough son of a bitch, but I’m not invincible and Walsh always has his wallflower goon with him, if I can just get him out of the room, then maybe, just maybe I can do something.
The door opens again, footsteps click down the concrete stairs and Walsh appears in front of me. He’s wearing his suit, loafers, and his hair is perfectly slicked back.
“Another day, another dollar,” he announces with a chuckle.
“Is it another day?” I ask.
Time is fleeting down here. I have zero clue when it’s day, night, when a new day begins, or when a day ends. There are no clocks around and no windows. All I do is stare straight ahead of me and think, for hours.
“You’re getting lost down here already. I like that. Adjustment is the hardest part of this life,” he announces.
Life.
He’s fucking crazy if he thinks any of this is life. It’s not, and I refuse to accept any of it. Not for me and definitely not for Avah.
“Why did you pay for Avah from Layne? When you purchase these women, kidnap them, however you get them. Why did you waste your money on her?”
He flicks his gaze down to meet mine, his eyes heat for a moment, then he goes back to his cold and calculated stare.
“I wanted to buy her from Layne, typically that’s what I did. You’ll never tell, so I don’t mind answering your question. He wouldn’t sell her. He said she was making more than he had anticipated when he recruited her.”
He clears his throat, rocking back on his heels, then shifts his gaze to the ceiling for a moment and a look of reminiscence crosses his face before he shifts his eyes back to meet mine.
“So, I paid for her company. I paid to use her, and I paid well. I paid enough that I own her now.”
“You can’t own her. She’s a person and she doesn’t even work for Layne anymore, even when she did, she was not owned by him, so she couldn’t be sold by him.”
Walsh chuckles, though it’s a bit humorless. “Do you think that I paid for her just for the pleasure of the evening, that I don’t know how to invest? Layne kept a running tab. He was supposed to deliver her to me when your fucking daughter left and your little group put her in the middle of their shit.”
I don’t clarify anything, like it wasn’t my fault all that shit happened or that if I could have kept both Trista and Avah out of it all, I would have. I don’t say a fucking thing.
“Then all that shit unfolded, Layne was murdered and I was left high and goddamn dry, for months.”
“Until you found her again,” I rasp.
He chuckles. “It didn’t take long. I had eyes on her while she was going through Layne’s place. I didn’t want you though, so I waited. Then you left and she moved rather quickly to her new place. I became almost enamored by her tenacity. Perhaps I waited a bit longer than I should have. It was alluring to see her, to see her move through her daily life, to pick herself up and transform.”
“But then I came back,” I grunt.
He dips his chin. “Then you came back and after watching you with her, I realized that if I wanted her, wanted all of her, not just her body, then I would need you. If I wanted her complete compliance, I would need to keep you.”
“Why have me be with the other woman?” I ask. “Don’t you think that would cause her to rebel?”
He chuckles. “That is just for fun. The great thing about this whole situation is that I’m the one in charge, I will control this, and she will realize who controls her soon. You will too. I own you now, and her, and Taylee. I own you all and I can play any way that I wish.”
Walsh is getting off on the control, which I totally understand as a man who craves control as well. I just don’t need to hold people against their will, to fuck with their lives to get it. Fuck that and fuck him for doing it.
Chapter Twenty-Five
AVAH
My sleep is fitful. I toss and turn, then toss and turn a little more. Sleep never comes, it doesn’t take over my body the way that I wish it would. Sleep could be my only relief, but it lingers just out of reach.
Sliding off of the bed, I walk over to the window and look out. I squint as I try to make out any shadows in the distance, if there are any Beasts out there watching, but I can’t see anything at all.
It’s darkness, complete and total darkness.
I hear the door open, my entire body stiffens, and I chance looking over my shoulder. It’s the maid. She smiles at me warily before she sets the drinks down and begins to back away. Holding up my hand, I stay where I am, too scared to take a step in her direction, worried that I’ll spook her.
“Is he okay?” I whisper.
She dips her chin. “He is.”
Nodding my head, I clear my throat. “Have you thought of what I’ve asked?”
“I will do what I am able to,” she whispers. “And I will not cause any waves, no matter what happens around me.”
“Thank you,” I exhale.
She presses her lips together, then sucks in a deep breath. “Do not thank me. I am not worthy of thanks. I have seen many things here and I am not brave enough to stop them, do not thank me for being weak.”
“Sometimes in weakness, there is strength.”
She doesn’t respond. Turning around and leaving, she closes and locks the door behind her when she does. I stay where I am, watching the closed door for much longer than I need to.
Shifting my focus from the door, I cringe at the sight of the drinks. One is for nutrition, the other is going to make me shit my brains out and I’m just not ready for all of that.
With a heavy sigh, I walk over to the drinks and bend down, taking them in my hands. Inhaling deeply, I start to chug the shit my brains out one, then chug the nutrition one. My stomach begins to gurgle just moments after I’ve finished both drinks.
Placing my hand against my stomach, I moan when it begins to cramp, then I run to the bathroom, thankful that I have my own private one. I stayed glued to the toilet seat far longer than is healthy, then I immediately take a shower.
Seriously, it’s disgusting, but there’s nothing that I can do about it. If I refuse to do the cleanse, and the senator finds out, then I’m fucked. No telling what kind of twisted punishment he would come up with.
So, I take the damn laxative, just in case I’m fucking stuck here for a while. I’m not about to screw up my chances of seeing Hawk and trying to free him. I will get him out of here, if it’s the last thing that I do, I will free him from this fucked-up situation.
I doze off, unaware of the time, uncaring because I can’t do anything or go anywhere anyway. A noise wakes me up and I gasp at the sight of the maid standing in the doorway again. She has two more bottles in her hand.
“How long has it been since you were here?” I whisper.
“It’s been another day,” she breathes. “He will be coming to you in a few hours. After you’ve… expelled.”
I snort. Expelled. That’s a kind way of saying shit my brains out. “Thank you,” I breathe.
She dips her chin, leaving the drinks behind, and locks me back in my room again. I down the drinks quickly and don’t even wait a beat before I walk into the bathroom. I don’t have to expel right away, so instead, I look at my reflection in the mirror.
I’ve already lost weight. Apparently, no food and laxatives do a body good. I snort to myself, there’s that destructive eating disorder rearing its ugly head again.
After I finish going to the bathroom and showering all over again, as if I didn’t do this exact thing just yesterday, I sink down onto the bed, just as exhausted as I was yesterday.
But today there is no rest for the weary. The door flies open and it’s my nightmare coming to visit me yet again.
“You look better,” he announces as he jerks his chin toward me.
I look weak, pale, and thin. Good to know that he’s into that. Also, my hair is a fucking disaster, my extensions are going to have to be cut out if I ever get out of this mess. Maybe I’ll just get rid of everything that’s fake if I survive this.
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