“The doctor is here to see you. Stay right there,” the senator announces.
A man walks in, he’s not wearing anything that makes him look like a doctor and I didn’t realize that plastic surgeons even made house calls. I wonder if he’s board certified. Wouldn’t that be my fucking luck? The senator would force me into all this shit with some whack job and he’d botch me all up.
The doctor asks me to stand, then turns to the senator and starts to ask him questions about what he wants done to me before he starts drawing on my skin with a Sharpie. Every stroke from the marker makes me feel like I’m dying just a little bit more inside.
After my body is marked, almost everywhere, the doctor asks the senator if he wants to see it all unfold on his iPad. He pulls it out of his bag and takes a picture of me, then touches the screen a few times before he shows it to the senator.
I listen to them discussing me and my body as if I’m no more than an inanimate object in front of them. Once they’ve made the changes that they want, the senator tells him to turn the device toward me.
“Show her just how beautiful she’s going to look,” he demands almost giddily.
The doctor turns his iPad toward me, the screen stares back at me and on it a body and woman that I don’t recognize. I look ridiculous. I look like a life-sized Barbie. It’s unattainable and outlandish. It doesn’t look human. I look like a cartoon drawing, like a creation.
My breasts are too big, my waist too small, my thighs oddly shaped and my nose, cheeks, and chin are completely wrong for my face shape and size. Then there are my lips, they are overblown, they are huge.
I don’t bother saying any of this. It wouldn’t matter anyway. My body is no longer mine, not anymore. The only way I’ll be free again will probably be in death.
“When can we get started?” the senator asks.
The doctor looks over at him. “I can schedule both girls to begin their transformations next week. Will you have sufficient help in taking care of them through their recovery?”
“I have it under control,” the senator lies.
“We will plan for Friday then.”
The senator and the doctor leave, but not before the senator warns that he’ll be back shortly. I don’t bother washing the marker off of my body, I have a feeling he wants it exactly where it is, either to torture me, or Hawk with it, but probably both of us.
HAWK
My stomach growls and I lick my lips as I think about a giant ass fucking cheeseburger and fries. Then I grunt, thinking about a cool beer to wash it all down. Chicken fried steak sounds really fucking good, too. Mashed potatoes, gravy, fuck me, I could eat an entire goddamn restaurant at this point.
The sound of the door opening causes me to grunt again, knowing that I won’t get anything that I’ve been dreaming of. At this point, I’m actually looking forward to my next nutrition, plain as fuck, drink. I’m a bit surprised to see not only Walsh, but his goon, and his blonde stop in front of my cage.
Flicking my gaze to the blonde, I blink at the sight of her. She’s got blue marker all over her face and body. Walsh doesn’t greet me, instead, he turns to the goon.
“Don’t let her move,” he snaps.
He spins around on his heels and stomps off, back up the stairs. A few moments later, he returns with Avah at his side. My eyes find hers and as I scan her face and body, I notice that she’s covered in the marker too and I realize what it is.
My stomach sinks. Before Walsh even opens his dirty cocksucking mouth, I know exactly what those marks mean. Biting back my anger, knowing that my words will do more harm than good, I clench my fists at my side and wait for him to speak. He doesn’t say anything immediately, he continues to watch me, probably enjoying my reaction.
“I told you they would be my Barbies. Now all I need is a red and a brown. In time, I’ll find the perfect ones. For now, I think I’ll have my hands full with black and blonde,” he announces.
“You’ll enjoy the fruits as well, won’t you, Orson?”
I don’t miss the small hitch of breath from Avah, at the sound of my given name. I want to hear it from her lips, not this fucker. I want to hear it from her lips as she comes. I want to go back to a few days ago and I want to let all that shit about babies go. I’ll give her everything. When we get out of here, everything is hers.
Every. Fucking. Thing.
Me. My name. My babies. My body. My heart. My fucking soul. All of it.
He chuckles, obviously enjoying this more than anyone else in the fucking room. He jerks his chin toward the goon and I watch as he takes a step forward then unlocks the door. The cage door swings open and I stay exactly where I am. I’m not stupid enough to think that I can just walk around freely.
The goon assumes his position with his back against the wall and his gaze on the bed, where his sister will no doubt be fucked, the goddamn psychotic pervert.
The blonde doesn’t even wait for instruction tonight, I watch as she simply turns around and makes her way over to the bed. She climbs on the edge, stays on her knees, and bends over. My gaze flicks from hers to Avah and then to Walsh.
“Avah is going to watch you fuck her. She’s going to realize that your body no longer belongs to her. It’s mine as is hers. All three of you are mine now. Go,” he growls.
Shifting my gaze back to meet Avah’s, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and silently beg for permission from Avah to do this. Not that I have much of a choice anyway. She dips her chin, just slightly, and I let out a heavy exhale as I make my way toward the bed.
Stripping out of my clothes, I wonder if my brothers will ever find us or how long this is going to be our life. I won’t let this be the end, even if they don’t find me, I will get out. I will get us both out.
Once I’m naked, I stroke my cock until I’m hard and ready for a warm pussy. Though it’s definitely not the pussy that I want. Looking back over my shoulder, I watch as Walsh wraps his hand around Avah’s and tugs her behind him as he makes his way toward us.
“She’s going to watch. We both are,” he growls as he steps to the side and pulls her in front of his body.
Avah, though covered in marker marks, is beautifully naked in front of me. Walsh cups her chin, holding her head back against his chest and his other hand slides down between her breasts and her stomach until it disappears between her legs.
My blood boils.
My body fills with rage and I want nothing more than to charge him, but I know that the goon is carrying and I’ll be shot in an instant if I do.
“Fuck her, Orson. Put your cock inside of her warm cunt and make her come.”
Pressing my lips together, I bite inside of my cheek as I lift my hand to my mouth. Releasing my cheek, I gather my spit and wet my fingers before I coat my dick with the saliva, then I repeat the motion and slide my fingers through Taylee’s folds.
She doesn’t move immediately, her body rigid and stiff, that is, until I start stroking her clit. I can’t look back at Avah, my guilt consuming me in a way that it’s never done before. I cheated on Savanna often and never once felt even an ounce of guilt, but this feels like the worst kind of betrayal.
Inhaling a deep breath, I guide my cock toward Taylee’s entrance and slowly bury myself inside of her. Sliding my hand around her hip, my fingers find her clit again and I stroke.
“Look at Avah, Orson. I want you to see her come on my fingers,” he growls.
With a grunt, I swing my head around and look at Avah. She has tears forming in her eyes, but they don’t fall. Gripping Taylee’s hip with my free hand, I slowly fuck her, sliding in and out of her warmth, my gaze never leaving Avah’s.
My strokes stay slow, my fingers building Taylee up and bringing her closer toward the edge, closer and closer with each thrust of my cock and every swirl of my fingers. I’m close, so is she, and judging by the way Avah’s chest rises and falls with her panting breaths, so is she.
I thrust harder and harder, my gaze never leaving Avah’s and
I hope that she sees the apology in my gaze when Taylee comes and a few strokes later, so do I. Avah lets out a cry, her body trembling as her orgasm is pulled from her as well.
“Pull out,” Walsh demands.
I do, not looking between Taylee’s legs, not looking anywhere but in Avah’s eyes. A single tear falls, but no more. She gives me a small nod and an even smaller ghost of a smile before Walsh jerks her chin down to focus on the bed.
“Look at his cum leaking out of her body, Avah. He is not yours. He will never be yours again. Now lick that cum from her cunt. It’ll be your last taste of him. Savor it and you better make her come on your tongue.”
Fuck me, that shit should be hot, but it’s not. It’s just fucking sad, so goddamn sad. I hear Walsh moving around the room and then glance over to him. He’s got a cane in his hand and I inwardly cringe at the pain that he caused the last time he used it. Poor Taylee’s skin has not returned to its normal shade, it’s still bruised as shit.
“You don’t watch, Avah gets the cane.”
Jerking my chin, I look over to the women. I watch, reluctantly. “Avah, you touch that cunt, you get the cane,” he announces, making his second threat.
Avah doesn’t respond. She continues eating Taylee’s cunt, my cum, until Taylee’s hips are jerking and she lets out a soft cry as she comes.
“Beautiful,” Walsh grunts. “Come here, sweet Avah,” he rasps.
Avah must know exactly what he wants, because she doesn’t stand up and walk over to him, she crawls. She stops at his feet and I want to kill him. Her at his feet is worse than him making her come on his fingers, it’s worse than anything else that’s happened so far.
He does not deserve Avah on her knees for him.
He doesn’t deserve a goddamn thing.
Chapter Twenty-Six
AVAH
Curling up into a ball in the middle of the bed, freshly showered, I wonder how this has happened. I shouldn’t even need to wonder, I know how it happened. I became a fucking call girl, a hooker, and this is my penance for that, for everything that I have done that has been immoral.
I don’t even blink, I can only stare straight ahead. I now understand why Taylee’s gaze was so blank when I was taken into that room.
Hours.
We were forced to perform for the senator for hours. That’s exactly what it was, too, a performance. I’ve never felt so degraded in my entire life and I’ve done a lot of degrading things.
I hope that the Beasts make their way into this house soon, I’m not sure how many more times I can do what I just did, again. And I know that next time will be worse, and the time after that, and the time after that until I no longer recognize who I am, inside or out.
This has to end soon. For me, for Taylee, for Hawk and especially, without a doubt, for the senator and his guards. I want the three of them to suffer the most. I want to watch them cry. I want to hear them beg. I want to watch the breath leave their body.
Closing my eyes, I silently beg for the Beasts to come in and end all of this. I hope for it over and over, allowing the hope to play on repeat inside of my mind before I eventually drift off to sleep.
I sit up, startled.
My breathing comes out in short, quick pants as I try to calm myself, unsure of what startled me and why. Looking around the dark room, I blink a few times to try and allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness, in hopes that I’ll see whatever woke me up.
It happens again.
This time, I hear it.
There’s a loud noise and my heart slams against my chest. It was not just a loud noise, it was a boom. Pressing my lips together, I pull the top sheet over my breasts. Maybe my hopes came true, maybe they’re finally here to save me, to save us.
Another loud boom sounds, this time the bed shakes from the vibration of the noise. Wrapping the sheet around me, I slide off of the bed and gather the sheets around myself so that I can run if I need to, though I’m not quite sure where I’ll go.
Then when I’m trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do next, the bedroom door flies open. I gasp at the sight of the maid in front of me. Her eyes are wide and her lips are parted.
“You must run,” she rasps.
“Is it the Savage Beasts?” I breathe. She tilts her head, furrowing her brows in confusion. “Big men, leather vests, really fucking scary looking?”
Her eyes widen even more as she nods her head a couple of times. “They’re terrifying.”
“Those are my friends,” I grin.
Hurrying toward her, she stands to the side to let me pass, but grabs a hold of my arm before I can slip past her. Stopping, I tilt my chin down to look at her. She presses her lips together, her body trembling as she watches me for a moment.
“Be safe and well,” she whispers.
“Slip out the back. Whatever it takes, just go and never look back,” I say, giving her the best and only piece of advice that I have to give her.
She nods her head. Her eyes searching mine for a moment before she releases my arm and slips away from me and down the hallway. I start to run toward the staircase, ready to descend and make my way to my man, when I hear a voice that I don’t recognize.
“He has them here, find them all, round them up.”
There is some male grunting, but as I look around downstairs, my gaze catches the back of one of the jackets in the light. They have white stitching just like the Savage Beasts, except it isn’t theirs.
Walking backward, I decide that I cannot be found by these men, I don’t know who they are, but they are not my men. Backing up, I reach behind me for a doorknob and twist it.
The door is locked, and I spin around, flipping the deadbolt that holds it in place. It has to be Taylee’s room. I’m not going in there, no way in hell, but if I can get her out of there and somewhere maybe safe-ish, then I’m going to try.
“What is happening?” a soft voice whispers.
It’s in this exact moment that I realize I’ve never heard her voice before. She has a sheet wrapped around her much like I do. She looks behind me, then back to me. Shaking my head once, I get out of my mind and focus on the situation at hand.
“I thought they were Hawk’s men.”
“They aren’t, are they?” she breathes.
“I don’t know who the fuck they are,” I hiss. “But I’ll be damned if we’re locked in this room waiting like animals for slaughter.”
She nods her head, then hurries toward me. Without another word, we start to rush down the hallway. There is no way that we can go downstairs without being seen, especially since we look like the toga twins with our sheets wrapped around us.
I don’t want to go into a closet, I really fucking don’t, but I find the upstairs hall linen closet and I inhale a deep breath. Shoving Taylee inside, I breathe a sigh of relief when I realize it has a doorknob on the inside of the door as well as the outside.
Climbing in behind her, I hear heavy boot steps coming up the staircase just as I close the door. We scoot as far back as we can, and I realize that the maid doesn’t know that these guys may not be our friends. I feel extremely guilty for possibly sending her away without realizing that I could have sent her into complete and total danger.
“I’m sorry,” Taylee whispers.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I almost don’t even ask her why, but I need to. This could be our last moments on earth, I need to know what she’s sorry for.
“For what?” I ask.
She doesn’t say anything immediately, then I hear her inhale a slow, deep, breath. “I’m sorry. I know that man is your man. I’m sorry I had sex with him.”
I’m so close to laughing, that I actually have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from bursting out.
“Never apologize or feel bad for anything that has happened to you here. He’s my man, but he’s no saint. I know that this wasn’t some affair, this is a terrible fucking nightmare and I’m ready to forget this shit ever happened.”
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nbsp; I reach out, taking her hand in mine, and I squeeze her for support. There is a noise just outside of the closet door and I know, I just know they’re going to wrench it open and see us sitting here holding hands in our sheets.
Sucking in a breath, I lift my gaze to the door and I stare straight ahead, focusing and waiting to see what happens next. I can’t even blink.
HAWK
I hear what sounds like a small explosion of some sort upstairs. Fuck me, they’re finally here. It’s been at least a week, maybe more, the days have all blurred together, but finally my men have arrived.
There are loud shouts upstairs and I just hope that someone takes the initiative to search the place and fucking starts down here. Reaching for my shoes, I quickly tug my boots on, smooth out my dirty clothes and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Then it happens. I hear the door slam open, except I don’t see who I expect walking toward me, wearing a shit-eating grin.
“I guess I should be glad you’re not the goddamn Donkey Punchers,” I grumble. “But you’re still fucking terrible.”
The man throws his head back in a deep booming chuckle. “I come all the way the fuck over here, make Molotov Cocktails all day, and this is the thanks I get?” he asks.
I snort. “Where are my brothers?” I demand with a growl.
“You know I’m your brother now, don’t you?” he asks.
Arching a brow, I refuse to answer that. I actually like Bones as a person, but the Sinister Skulls will never be my full brothers, patched over or not.
Bones rolls his eyes to the ceiling, then brings them back to meet mine. “They realized they needed backup. This fuck’s security is off the goddamn chain. Not only did they need us physically, they needed help in the computer department, though I didn’t think that Worm needed any fucking help, he thought he did. So, I’m here, my men are here and we’re busting your ass outta here.”
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