The other guy lets loose a string of expletives.
“Wake the fuck up, man!” the guy across from me yells. “None of us are getting out of here. No one ever does. Death is the only freedom now. If this conversation accelerates the process, then good!”
“I don’t want to die,” I truthfully admit. “I need to get out of here to make sure my girl is okay and to beg her for forgiveness. I have family who relies on me. I need to escape.”
“There is no escaping this place,” the guy replies, all ire gone from his tone. “Even if we could get out of this basement, there are cameras and doors that require codes everywhere. She feeds us so we have the strength to fuck her the way she wants, but she drugs us so we’re too out of it to even attempt to escape. She makes it so we feel like we want it, want her, but it’s all the psychedelics. She literally blows your mind so you blow hers, and we’re the ones left dealing with the agony of the reality when the high goes away.” A wrangled sound travels up his throat. “I can’t do it anymore. I want to be free of her. I’m ready to die.”
I stare at the clearly traumatized man wondering if that is my fate.
Fuck no. I won’t let that happen. She can abuse my body and trick my mind, but she’ll never claim my heart or my soul. As long as I cling to my memories of Ash and my resolve to get back to her, Mom, and Tessa, I won’t give up. I know Ash and Jase won’t either. Jase’s family is well connected, and he can get his hands on intel not even the cops could uncover.
If I can’t find a way to escape this hellhole, I know my friends will come for me.
Ash and I are broken up. Things are totally shit between us. But she won’t let me down. I saw her looking out the car window. She knows Ares and I were taken. She will try to find us. I know she won’t give up on us even if we don’t deserve it.
I need to get out of here because I need to tell Ash how sorry I am for all the ways I have hurt her and failed her.
Ares manipulated Ash into sleeping with him, and I know he did it to get back at me. My animosity with her stepbrother placed a target on her back. He used her to destroy me, and I’m the idiot who let him. Instead of forgiving her, I broke up with her and tried to punish her by messing around with her cousin. It doesn’t matter I didn’t sleep with Julia. What matters is I did it deliberately to hurt the one woman who means everything to me. I was so consumed with my own pride and hurt, and in so much inner pain, I lost sight of the only thing that matters.
I was a dumb bastard, and it would probably serve me right if I died here at the hands of this sick bitch.
But I owe it to Ash, Mom, and Tessa to not give up. “What else can you tell me?” I ask the man across from me.
“She throws parties for her friends once a month. She lets them do whatever they want, and they love humiliating us while taking from our bodies.” A flicker of emotion ghosts over his face before the dead look reappears in his eyes. “Other times, she makes us fuck each other. She gets us amped up on X, GHB, or meth, and we can’t control our urge to fuck.” His eyes close momentarily, and I want to tell him to stop talking, but knowledge is power, and I need to keep my wits about me if I’m to survive this.
“What else?”
“She films us,” someone who hasn’t spoken yet says. “Sometimes it’s live recordings.”
Jesus Christ. An involuntary shudder cascades over my bare skin at the thought of something like that being out on the dark web or the internet.
“She ties us up and beats us too,” my buddy across the ways says. “She gets off on causing pain and humiliation.”
My eyes protest as blinding light envelopes the room unexpectedly. “Guess what, V,” a woman whose voice I am unfortunately familiar with says. I pull myself up a little straighter in the cage, leaning against the side in the most upright position I can attain. I keep my legs closed and my knees raised, shielding my cock, though there’s nothing I can do to hide if she decides she wants to play with me again.
The bitch stalks across the room, wearing a glamorous gold evening gown that is more suitable for a ballroom than her basement den of iniquity. Earlier, when she was here, she was wearing full dominatrix gear. It’s obvious my cellmate’s bait worked, and she’s been called in from whatever event she was attending. The look of displeasure on her face is crystal clear. “It’s your lucky day. I’m about to fulfill your dying wish.” She flashes him a set of dazzling white teeth as she instructs the three men with her to unlock his cage.
The men drag him out of the cage, dumping him at her feet. He makes no effort to avoid his fate. I guess he really does want to die.
We are forced to watch as her men beat the shit out of him with their fists and a baseball bat while she drinks champagne from a small bottle. Her eyes flare with heat whenever he cries out in pain. She truly is a sick bitch. Panic blooms in my chest when she raises her eyes to meet mine, but I plant a defiant look on my face, unwilling to show any fear in front of her.
“Lucky for you I had an unexpected new toy delivery,” she says, kicking at the man’s chest until he rolls over onto his back. Her goons have stopped beating him as they stand back and let their boss have her fun. She digs the heel of her stiletto into his ball sac, and there’s a collective sharp intake of breath as we feel the phantom pain between our legs. Pulling my knees up closer, I barely even feel the soreness in my ass. “So I’ll let you go before your time is up. Pity,” she says, leaning down over him. When she stands, she has put cuffs on both of his wrists, pushed his knees back to his chest, and placed a spreader bar behind his thighs, locking it securely to his wrists so he’s all trussed up.
I gulp over the rising bile in my throat. His puckered hole is on display, the edges red-rimmed and the skin around it already shredded from whatever she last did to him. I suspect it was his breaking point. I want to look away as she moves down between his legs, but I don’t want to show any weakness in front of her. So, I force myself to look as she pushes the champagne bottle into his ass. She leaves the end jutting out. One of her men helps her to stand while another places the baseball bat in her hand.
V's agonized screams bounce off the walls as she hits the bottle with the bat until it smashes, tearing him up from the inside. Some broken pieces of glass litter the floor around him. Putting on black gloves, she picks up the largest piece and kneels at his side. Leaning down, she kisses him on the lips as he writhes in pain with tears rolling down his face. “I will miss you, V. You were my favorite pup.” She pets his body all over before she starts slicing at his flesh with the glass. Her cuts become more vicious and deeper the harder he cries out. Her crazed eyes are alight as he lies in a broadening pool of blood, his cries dying out as his life force slowly bleeds from his body.
When there is nothing but silence in the room, she stands, hovering over her victim’s dead body, looking triumphant and proud as she surveys the gore at her feet. She is dripping in blood. Patches cling to the exposed skin at her chest, over both arms, and up one side of her neck. Her makeup is no longer immaculate, her face sprinkled with a myriad of bright red dots. Her glorious golden gown is covered with bloodstains. Almost like someone took a paintbrush and flicked red paint all over the dress.
I feel sick, and I want to look away, but I won’t give her the satisfaction.
“That worked up an appetite.” She hands the bloody piece of glass to her sidekick. Her dark eyes find me in a nanosecond, and I brace myself. “Prepare the red suite,” she says to no one in particular because her eyes are locked on mine. “Let’s try GHB this time. And set up a tripod. I have it on good authority my new little toy fancies himself as a porn star.”
Stepping over the dead body, she walks up to my cage and laughs as she approaches. “It seems tonight I’m all about making dreams come true.”
I don’t move a muscle. I’m still in the same position, leaning against the side of the cage with my knees pulled into my chest.
Humiliation churns in my gut as she parts the cheeks of my ass. “Pity you’re still bleeding. I wanted more playtime with this hole.” I force my body not to flinch as her finger intrudes, pushing deep inside. “But it can wait.” My relief when she removes her finger is short-lived. She cups my balls in her palms before forcing my thighs apart. She grips my dick in a firm hand as she slowly starts stroking me while grinning.
