With a red haze brimming at the corners of my vision, I turn to bring my lips to his ears, his warm skin brushing over my mouth as I whisper into his ear. “I’llneverfucking cry for you.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, I clamp my teeth over his ear and bite down with force, feeling the thin skin tear between my teeth as I yank his ear from the side of his head. Blood floods into my mouth and I pull with everything I have until the top of his ear rips away from his head.
Ricky wails in pain, his hand shooting to his ear to feel for his missing chunk of ear that’s now clamped tightly between my teeth. The taste of raw flesh has me heaving and I spit the top of his ear onto the floor.
“You fucking bitch!” Ricky bellows in anger, his hand still cupping the side of his head. His free hand swings the knife back before slicing it straight across my stomach, cutting straight through the skin. It’s not deep enough to kill me, but it’s enough to have me writhing in pain. I tip my head down to assess the wound and watch on as my blood pools at the edge of the gash before pouring down my hips and onto my thighs like rain. It drips steadily from my toes to create a small puddle underneath me.
My husband looks at me with pure hatred in his eyes and he quickly closes the gap between us again, the knife now pressing into my throat. I push against the blade, feeling it split the skin slightly. “You either send your message, or fucking kill me.” I spit out through bloodied teeth. His icy eyes flare with burning anger at my threat, he begins to run the blade down my chest and over my stomach, carving out a thin line in its wake.
Immediately blood pools to the surface and I hiss through my teeth at the burning sting that’s radiating over my skin as hedrags the blade through my flesh. I feel the thin skin split, it’s not enough to bleed me dry, but it’s enough to leave a scar, along with the rest of them that litter my body.
Once Ricky is happy with his work, he takes a few steps back and passes the knife back to Nico who then proceeds to hand him a phone which he uses to take a picture of me to send to Dean. The flash on the camera flickers a couple of times and I have to close my eyes to stop the blaring light from blinding me. A sadistic smile spreads across Ricky’s face as he flicks through the photos he’s taken of me, he then turns the phone around and the image before me is enough to make me crumble.
“Do you think your precious boyfriend will like what I’ve done to you? You’ll always wear my scars, and you’ll always belong to me. You’remy fucking wife.” He spits out with malicious intent that has me flinching.
“I think once he finds you, you’ll never be able to run fast enough to save your life.” I say, my gaze burning hard into his. “He’ll burn this place down until there’s nothing left, and even if I’m dead and we somehow meet in the afterlife, you’ll never be safe again. I can promise you that.”
My husband’s eyes turn black at my words before he swings his arm back to crack it against the side of my cheek, causing my face to whip to the side. My teeth clamp together in my mouth just from the brute force alone, and the pain that radiates through the side of my face is enough to send my world spinning. I hear him shuffle on his feet before his mouth reaches my ear.
“I suggest you remember who the fuck you’re talking to. Next time I won’t leave you so intact.” He spits out with venom before leaving the room with Nico in tow. The heavy door slams behind them and I’m left hanging by my wrists from the ceiling, barely clothed and bleeding. My resolve is slowly cracking.
I can’t believe that fucking bitch bit me like a rabid dog. It seems she hasn’t changed one single bit since she’s been here, always the fucking crazy bitch who had it out for me, regardless of everything I’ve given her.
The throbbing pain in my ear spreads through the side of my head like a burning wildfire but I shake it off and head back through the damp hallways of the abandoned prison towards my office, Nico heavy on my trail.
“Get that fucking photo delivered to Dean Sinclair right away. He fucked my dealer over, and now I’ll fuck his bitch.” I snap over my shoulder to Nico who simply grunts and nods his head in acceptance. The moment my guys found out about the deal going south, then reporting the body to me, I fucking knew who’d caused the damage.
Dean and his little pet dog, Eli, thought they could threaten me. That they could fuck my deal over. I refuse to have the piss taken out of me! I’ll end my wife’s life in front of his eyes and I’ll smile happily whilst doing so.
The dark hallway comes to an end before splitting off into separate walkways that lead to the caged merchandise. Everyday I’ve got fresh meat coming in, ready to be shipped off to their new owners. Clients from all around the world put in their requests for certain girls and women, various ages and races; it doesn’t matter, pussy is pussy and it makes me good fucking money. Virgins sell better and I’ve got a couple of those coming in next week ready for Selection Day.
Stepping into the office, I plonk myself down onto the leather chair behind the small desk, yanking open the drawer to grab the metal hip flask that’s filled with whiskey. Unscrewing the lid, I tip the contents into my mouth, feeling the sharp burn as it travels down my throat. The alcohol quickly calms my fraying nerves and anger that’s bubbling away at the surface from my wife’s attitude problem. You’d think having her insides rearranged on a daily basis and skin slashed apart, that she’d learn to behave. Clearly I was very wrong on that part.
Placing the flask onto the desk, I shrug out of my suit jacket and roll the sleeves of my white shirt to my elbows just as Nico enters my office. His bulky frame consumes all the oxygen as he strides into the room, the same emotionless gaze plastered across his face.
“Done?” I ask whilst plucking a couple of tissues out of a box that sits on the desk and soaking them in the remaining whiskey before placing them on my bitten ear. The sting of the alcohol sizzles on the wounded flesh and I grit my teeth to hide the pain.
“All done boss. I sent the photo to Eli’s inbox through an encrypted server. Dean will be in for a nice surprise once his mutt shows him.” Nico says with a sinister tone. He never did like my wife.
“Good. Keep an eye on my wife whilst she’s down there will ya? Make sure she’s being good. I’ve got a pussy to break into.” I saywhilst rising to my feet.
Nico chuckles at my words, then steps aside to let me pass.
The girls fall silent the moment I step into the piss ridden room, the stale smell has me scrunching my nose up in disgust as I walk down the middle of the cages lining the outer walls. The moment I pass the cages, the girls inside cower into the corner, their barely naked forms bruised and battered from my guards.
Coming to the end of the line, I stop before Annabelle’s empty cage and spin to face the girl who occupies the one next to it. Her greasy brown hair is plastered against her pale skin that’s covered in bruises and dirt. The guards already did a number on her, and I must admit she won’t be my finest fuck but the moment I found out who her brother was, and the monumental fuck up that he is, I knew she’d be perfect.
“Oh Emily. Wakey wakey.” I tease whilst crouching down to meet her empty gaze. She jumps and cowers away from me as I start to unlock the cage. There’s nowhere for her to go in that small space, she’ll have to admit defeat and come to me, willingly or not. Once the padlock is open, I slide the rusted metal bar across and swing the door open, the hinges creaking throughout the room.
The other girls whimper at my presence. They know who owns them and they’d do well to remember that.
Emily huddles herself tighter into a corner and tucks her legs further into her chest, I notice the dried blood that cakes theinside of her thighs from the guards baton as it ripped into her virgin cunt. They told me she screamed and pleaded, and now I wanna test that theory for myself. Her brother fucked up my deal, and now I’ll fuck her up.
I shove my hand into the cage and wrap it around her frail ankle, effectively pulling her legs from underneath her which causes her to fall onto her back, her beaten pussy on full show as the filthy robe falls open. She tries to cover herself as I yank on her leg, pulling her out of the cage. The sounds of her cries bounce off the brick walls the more I pull on her leg.
Once she’s out of the cage she tries to scramble free but I’m a lot quicker than her. I grab the switchblade that sits in a holster around my ankle and slash it across the back of her ankle, cutting her Achilles tendon. Blood sprays like a burst pipe all over the floor and she falls onto her knees, her hands shaking as she tries to stop the bleeding.
“Oh, oh my fucking God!” She wails in pain with tears raining down her filthy face. Now that she’s immobilised, I slip the knife back into the holster and rise to my feet before grabbing her ankle and dragging her out of the room. Emily cries in agonising pain throughout the hallways as I pull her across the rough concrete floors.
