My body drips with sweat, and I shiver as I lay on the cold metal table. The air in this room is frigid, and my limbs feel numb. The rough fabric covering my eyes itches terribly, and I want nothing more than to rip it off. I gag as the smell of old blood and mildew invades my nostrils, causing bile to rise up my throat, but I swallow it down. There’s nowhere to move, not when I’m tied down. My wrists and ankles ache from the restraints digging into my skin. This is the second time I’ve lost consciousness and woken up in this state.
The loud death metal music continues to scream through the speakers while hands and fingers touch every inch of my skin. My mind is in sensory overload, and it feels like blood is dripping from my ears while tiny needles stab into my flesh as a million spiders crawl all over me at once. I can't take it—it hurts—but every time I scream, an electric sting to my ribs has me convulsing and biting the inside of my cheeks so hard that my mouth fills with blood, causing me to choke. I have no choicebut to swallow the copper liquid, otherwise I’d drown in my own blood.
Suddenly, the music stops, and I take a deep breath as the hands and fingers leave my body, only to be replaced with a hot breath next to my ear. I jump as his deep voice echoes through the space loudly, but more so because it taunts me.
“I wonder, Little Puppet, how many more bars we could pierce you with. For someone so scared of their own shadow, you do love to hurt yourself. So why not let your Master have the control to do so,” he laughs sinisterly as the snapping of gloves makes me jolt, and something warm wraps around my soft dick. “Harrison, suck harder. He will submit. His body doesn’t have a choice even if his weak mind tells him he doesn’t enjoy it.”
I once again bite down on my inner cheek as my dick gets hard for another man. Disgust and embarrassment flows through my veins, and I want to curl into a ball and cry, but I can’t.I don’t have a choice. I never have.I bite my cheek harder to stop myself from letting out a moan. I shouldn't enjoy this, but my dick is hard as a rock, leaking pre-cum with every swipe of his tongue. I jump again as the sharp cold metal of what I assume is a knife slices against my hips simultaneously. I hiss because I can’t help but revel in the sting it causes.I’m a cutter. It makes me feel better—it makes me able to breathe fully.
“Such a good boy, Axel,” Dalton praises as Harrison continues to suck my cock. The metal table lowers a bit, and I feel the tip of someone’s dick run against my lips. I try to turn my head away, but someone holds it steady. The music suddenly blares through the speakers again, and numerous hands touch my skin. There’s too many to focus as my nipples are pinched and pulled. Fingers trail down my stomach and dig into my ribs, while others drag around my neck, along my cheek, and down my thighs. Someone even wraps their mouth around my toes, sucking them.I want to scream so badly, but I don't. I staycompletely still even though I’m slowly dying on the inside. My body begs for another release, but my mind pleads for me to fight back. I refuse to submit. I can’t. That’s all I’ve been my whole life. A mute submissive who self mutilates to make themselves feel better.Dalton chose me for a reason. I’m not sure why, though. Maybe it’s because he can see right through my mask and he knows how scared I am, or is it because I’m already a puppet? Been one since the first time my mother traded me for drugs.
I’m so deep in thought, trying to find my safe place to block everything out, that I don’t feel the clamps latch onto my skin as a few needles sink into my flesh along my shaft. If he thought piercing me more was going to get him anywhere, he’s sadly mistaken. Self mutilation is my strong suit. Every piece of art inked into my skin, every piercing, every scar is a part of me that I took back from those that harmed me. Four more piercings on my dick is just a reprieve, letting me breathe easier and distracting me from the hands roaming my body.
Smiling, I focus on the knife dragging down my thighs repeatedly, and I count each slice as I block out the moaning in between the screaming of the music. I block out the needles and spiders lighting my flesh on fire, and I crawl deep into my mind where it’s quiet—where silence greets me like an old friend. I take a deep, shuddering breath, remaining aware of everything that is going on around me and to me but send my weak mind into the basement.My safe place. I walk down the steps slowly and see myself as a child playing with toy cars on top of the table in the middle of the room. He looks up at me and smiles.
“Will you play with me?” he asks, reaching into the plastic bin filled with more cars and trucks, and placing one on the table. I nod and reach for it. Picking it up, I hold the truck in my hand, feeling the weight of the metal, then place it down and give it a little push. It rolls across the table, and he giggles, bringing asmile to my face. He reaches for the truck, rolling it back to me, and we both send our trucks speeding across the wood and flying off onto the deep green carpet.
Footsteps pound against the stairs, and his eyes widen in fear. I look at the steps and see black boots coming down, then look back at the boy, who is now in the corner of the room curled into a ball.No! No! This is supposed to be our safe place. No one is allowed to enter it. How did they find us?I quickly walk over to him as he shakes with fear. Kneeling down, I touch his head, causing him to jump. I snap my hand back but whisper, “I will protect you. Don’t worry. You don’t have to be afraid.”
“He’s a bad man. He’s going to hurt us both,” he whimpers, not looking at me as he speaks.
“Not anymore, Axel. I won’t let him,” I say, trying to comfort him, but he shakes his head. “He can’t hurt you in here. No one can. This is our safe place. It’s where we take our life back ” I tell him, but the scene changes and I’m morphed into my old bedroom.What the fuck?Banging on my door causes me to jump as the door knob rattles.I don’t want to be scared anymore. I’ve spent all my life being scared. Being abused and hurt.
Looking around the room, I don’t understand why I’m here, but then I hear cries coming from the closet. I follow the sobs and slide open the closet door and see myself covered in bruises with duct tape over my mouth and wrapped around my wrists. I immediately remove the tape and place my finger over my mouth as the boy looks up at me with wide eyes.
“I won’t hurt you,” I whisper, lifting him into my arms and walking over to the twin size bed. I sit down and lean back against the wall, cradling my former self in my arms. “It’s going to be okay. Don’t be scared. This isn’t your fault. No matter what Mommy says, it's not your fault,” I whisper, rocking him. I huma tune and shut my eyes, feeling a weight being lifted off my chest as the broken little boy’s heartbeat begins to settle.
Taking a deep breath, I’m once again morphed into the living room of the house, standing in front of the TV and watching as my mother sinks a needle into her vein while I sit next to her naked on the couch. A man comes out of the bathroom with a sinister grin spread across his face as he walks over to my mother. He sinks to his knees between her legs as her head lulls to the side. I cringe as he puts his mouth between her thighs. His hands start to drift towards the boy, and I shake my head.I don’t remember this.
My mother forces the man's head further into her thighs as her eyes roll into the back of her head. She then wraps her arm around the boy's shoulder pulling him towards her and pressing his head against her bare breast. The man’s hand wanders up her thigh then crawls over to the boy’s leg and trails up his thigh between his legs.
The little boy screams, but I can’t hear anything he’s saying. She covers his mouth with her hand, forcing him to shut up while allowing this man to touch her son.Why can’t I remember this happening.
Suddenly, the front door swings open and my brother Caspian walks in. I can’t hear anything that is said. But he takes out his knife and slams it into the back of the man's neck then rips it out. Blood pours from the wound and he kicks the man away from the little boy and my mother. She goes to hit my brother, but he wraps his hand around her throat, squeezing. I walk over to them, stepping over the dead body and round the couch to stand behind my mother’s head, trying to figure out what he is saying to her, but the little boy pounds his fists against Caspian's shoulders. My brother ignores him. He’s too enraged to lose focus. His once almost white eyes are completely void, letting me know he let Demon out to play. After holding mymother by the throat until she turned purple, he finally removes his hand, only to replace it with his knife, pressing the blade into her flesh, causing a droplet of blood to drip down her neck.This must’ve happened after he killed the man who came into my room. This has to be after I lost my voice and never spoke again. But why can’t I remember it?I would think watching my brother kill again would be something I’d never forget.His lips move, and her head nods, then he removes the blade from her throat, grabs her by the back of her head, wrapping his fists into her blonde hair, and drags her down the hall. I follow, but the door is slammed in my face. I look back down the hall at the boy on the couch, who is staring at the TV screen with a blank look on his face and fear in his eyes.
Walking over to him, I crouch down, but he stares through me. “Axel. It’s not your fault. You are stronger than this. Caspian will protect you. I need you to be strong. Don’t fall deeper into the abyss,” I tell him, but it’s no use. He’s so far gone, and I shake my head. Then, a bright white light has me wincing, and I’m thrust back into the present.
The music blares, and I feel a sudden rush of heat flow through my veins as a familiar tingle races up my spine while a warm mouth sucks my cock so hard that I can’t stop from cumming down his or her throat. I pant as tears fall down the sides of my face.I don’t want to be weak anymore! I don’t want to be scared!I want to be strong! I can’t keep letting the past take the rest of my life away from me. I can’t let what my mother has done set the path of my future. I no longer want to be the scared little boy in the basement, begging to be loved and nurtured. I want to be like my brothers, who are strong and fearless.
So, I’ll give Dalton what he wants. I’ll be what he wants. But in the meantime, I’ll let the torture make me stronger, and the things that make me scream—I’ll channel that shit and turnit into rage. If I was chosen to be molded into a puppet that submits without a word—they were wrong. I’m Axel Cyprus, the fallen angel of death, and I’m coming to collect.
Chapter 26
Presley
Before I left Enthralled, Johnny made me cum three times with his mouth while reassuring me that I’m strong and can get through the day, and reminding me to keep thinking of him when I have to do things I don’t want to do. It helped to slow down my racing heart and the panic that was taking over thinking about what today was going to bring. Feeding me more pills also helped to take the edge off. Those little round blue pills work so much better than the ones Caspian was selling me. They not only make me happy and feel free but they make me horny as fuck, which again, makes having sex with random people so much more tolerable.That’s so fucked up to say, but it’s the truth, and a girls gotta do what she can to survive, so if taking pills daily helps me survive, then so be it.
I’ve been at The Brimstone house for the last hour just waiting for my so-called “appointment” to get here. Kayla was MIA this morning so Harrison took me here. It was a very odd and quiet ride to the house. He just kept talking about Masterand some guy named D’mitri. Apparently, there’s a whole love triangle going on with the three of them, but D’mitri is a part of a biker gang with a girlfriend Harrison despises—Jade. That’s now the second time I’ve heard of this girl's name, and a part of me wants to know who she is that all these people have it out for her, but it’s none of my business.
Thankfully, it was a short ride from Enthralled to the Brimstone house. Once I got here, I was told to sit out here and wait. So instead of spiraling and freaking out, I keep reminding myself that I get to leave here and go back to Johnny.I’m such a piece of shit.My thoughts have always been of the guys when things get rough, but now, my mind is muddled between them and Johnny. I really need to find out if they are related because it can’t just be a coincidence that they have the same last name. I’ve always been the closest with Mav and he, nor Harley, have ever mentioned another sibling, but I also didn’t know about Caspian, Braxton, and Axel until their mom died. Mav never really spoke about his childhood other than his grandad. I don’t even know their mother’s name or any of their fathers. It’s crazy how he and Harley know so much about me but I know so little about them. I guess it goes to show that they really didn’t trust me, so in turn, they always left me at arm’s length. It’s maddening but I’ll get to the bottom of it. I need to know. They need to know. So until I can do some digging of my own, I will leave it alone. I’m so deep in thought that I didn’t notice a black SUV pull down the driveway and park on the side of the house as I sit on the wooden swing of the wrap around porch, reveling in the warm sunny day.
The doors of the vehicle open, and the wind picks up, sending a chill up my spine. Two older men dressed in suits get out of the front while two younger men get out of the back. The older ones look intimidating, as most business men do, but these two exude power. It literally ripples off of them with each step they takeas they climb the stairs. They pay me no mind as they enter the house, but my eyes collide with the younger ones. I can’t help but gasp and bite my lip.Jesus, they are breathtaking. I don’t even care that I’m sitting here staring at them because, fuck!
They climb the stairs and walk over to me as I take both of them in and pant like a bitch in heat. The way the first one's black ripped jeans hug his waist and the black tee shows off his ripped body.Sheesh. It’s the eyes that have me mesmerized, though. One is turquoise blue like mine and the other is green.
“You alright?” he asks, his tone deep with a slight rasp, and I nod, then look at the other as he comes to stand next to his friend. He, on the other hand, has steel gray eyes with dark shaggy hair and is dressed in racing gear.Jesus.He takes out a joint, sparking it up, never taking his eyes off mine as he passes it to me. I take it, and he smirks, licking his lips.I hope I get to play with these two rather than the other men that walked into the house.
Bringing the joint to my lips, I take a hit and cough slightly, making them laugh. My cheeks heat from embarrassment as I pass it back to him.
