Then his rough fucking would begin.
Eight years had passed and nothing had changed. Glancing to the side, I noticed the usual ropes, chains, and cuffs on the stool ready to be used on my abused flesh.
Not again.
Never again.
For the first time in this life, I spoke without being asked to. “Can I take you in my mouth instead?” His brows lifted, but at the same time, a dark expression of hunger settled in his eyes as he licked his lips while his eyes trailed to my full ones. A fact I was aware of only because he had constantly repeated it through the years. “You want to do it all of a sudden?” he asked suspiciously, and I nodded eagerly, trying not to wince at the pleasant smile slowly spreading on his face. He sat down on the corner of the sofa, spread his legs, and motioned for me to start the thing he was looking forward to.
Without words, my eyes only on his red cock, I kneeled, opened my mouth, fighting the bile in my throat, and took the head of his penis inside my mouth, barely containing my gag reflex. He was still tense, so I did what I learned to do not to get more shit, and slowly, lick by lick, he started to settle on the sofa more and more, until finally only his moans were heard. “Suck it like a good boy.”
The second he uttered those words in the highest throes of passion, I bit hard on his cock and trapped it between my lips to his agonized screams. “Get off, you son of a bitch, get off me!” he kept screaming, but I wouldn't leave. Slowly, I understood the coppery taste in my mouth was his blood, and I hummed in satisfaction from the pain I inflicted on him.
The sound of the door opening, then crashing against the wall, followed by heavy footsteps behind me, indicated Alec and Tim entered the room. Alfred shouted, “Take him away.” Strong hands grabbed me from both sides, but I wouldn't shift until the pressure was unbearable and, with a loud pop, I let go, spitting the head from my mouth. “He bit off my dick!”
The blood spilled everywhere as Alec cursed and raised the black radio to his mouth. “Boss, problems here.”
Then as Tim held me, he removed his shirt and tried to cover up the dick, but it only made Alfred scream more. “Get me the fucking doctor. He’d castrated me!”
I breathed heavily, and for the first time in my life experienced deep satisfaction from hurting someone and wanting to do it all over again. The sight of Alfred groaning, bending his knees to his stomach, trying to hold in screams of pain, and being on the other end of rough treatment… it did something to me.
This.
This was my fucking destiny.
Just for a second in time, bringing punishment to those who deserved it.
John ran inside, his eyes going wide at the sight of the white room covered in blood and Alfred’s body, and then he immediately turned his attention on me. The hit with the gun he delivered to my face was expected, and the sound of bone breaking penetrated my ear as agonizing pain rushed through me. “You fucking toy.” Then came his kicks to my stomach and back as his fist collided with my shoulder and cheek.
He delivered his blows, and as the strength slowly started to leave my body and a feeling of euphoria washed over me, I closed my eyes and wished to open up my arms wide to welcome my coming death.
Life without pain.
Life without men.
Life without fear.
But then, as I almost slipped into heaven, he grabbed my hair painfully and raised my head to his face, and snarled, “Tim, get him the fuck away from here. Kill him and dispose of the body. Now.” Letting go of me, he darted to Alfred as Tim put me on my feet, and to my fucking surprise, I could still walk, although wobbly. He pushed me through the entrances as we passed a few gateways and halls, which seemed familiar from being here once when I almost escaped with Damian and the twins. The place had several more machines, which I couldn't name, and almost didn't see due to my vision being blurry and the blood spilling through my fingers as I held my nose, which was surely broken.
We arrived in the underground parking, and I was pushed inside the SUV. It looked like the same car they brought us here in nine years ago. Tim sat in the front and drove off, while I lay on the floor barely breathing due to the pain in my ribs, old wounds, and… fuck, everywhere.
There was a small window with bars behind the driver’s seat, and I could hear Tim’s voice as oblivion overtook me, welcoming me in a warmth I hadn't felt in a long time. “Alec, always fucking Alec, leaving to do good shit when I have to deal with small troubles. Fuck you, John,” he muttered, and for once, I was in agreement with Tim on something.
Fuck you, John, indeed.
Rosa
Cursing the stupid presentation I had to do with Aaron, I urged Lorenzo to hurry up. “We are late!”
He raised his brow and pointed out, to my displeasure of course, “Had you woken up on time, we wouldn't be late. So don’t give me the famous Giovanni temper.” Sticking my tongue out at him only got me a roll of his eyes as the car moved flawless on the empty streets of New York. Probably most people left to enjoy the rest of the summer outside the city, plus it was a Saturday. Usually traffic here was insane.
Lorenzo had been right though. Last night, I arrived so late and had to find an electrician by phone as nothing worked in the apartment, then get some food, and by the time my head actually hit the pillow and exhaustion claimed my body, it was well past four in the morning. So when the alarm went off, I just clicked it on mute and dug my face deeper into the pillow. Lorenzo shook my shoulder so hard I finally snapped my eyes open to notice it was 10:30, and I had only half an hour left to get ready, eat, and be at the university by eleven. I didn't even have time to be offended or outraged he had seen me in my nightgown.
So there we were. For some reason, to boost my confidence before giving the speech in front of a hundred students, I decided to be daring. Six-inch black, velvet heels suited the pencil dress.
“Just in time,” Lorenzo proclaimed, stopping the car near the building entrance as I grabbed my papers and practically ran from the car. When I noticed Aaron waiting for me, my mouth almost hit the ground.
The guy sure as hell could clean up. Gone was the geeky, redheaded kid; instead, he was replaced with a confident young man wearing a black suit like a second skin while his hair neatly showcased his vivid features as shades hid his eyes. “Wow, Aaron, such a change for a presentation? Maybe we should have done this whole project sooner,” I joked, but he didn't chuckle too. His body was still, his stance straight as though he were some kind of James Bond on a mission.
