With numbness inside, and the soreness in my body between my legs. I’ve doped up every day since, unable to talk Tokyo. By the time I see her, I’m spacing out due to the drugs she feeds me, before her mouth is on my pussy, and the masked man comes in and uses us.
A red dot is blinking in my face as ropes of cum sprinkle across my face. I don’t cry anymore, don’t even fight the haze. I just let it drag me under. I don’t know if Roman is alive, or maybe I'm dead and this is hell. I don’t know what day it is or what is happening anymore.
I just wake up, get fed, and get fucked.
Again, and again.
My body is still healing from the accident, only to be broken further. Tokyo’s naked body stirs beside me when he saunters in, boxers hanging low. For the first time since I opened my eyes in this hellhole, I’m lucid enough to place the man before me.
Those haunting sapphire eyes pierce through me as I recognize him as Vik and Steve’s brother. There was no denying the similarities in their features. He grins as he realizes that I know who he is. I swallow hard, while his grin widens. “I see you understand now.”
“Where’s Roman?”
He laughs, a deep rumble that sends a wave of fear through my body. The sound is low and menacing.
“Dead, probably, not sure,” he answers calmly as his hand moves to his bulge, and I follow his gaze. “I hope not though, then it wouldn’t be fun to fuck his whore.” Pressing my legs together, I say. “No.”
Another chuckle escapes him. “No, baby, I've already used every hole you have to offer. I’m sure my brothers can understand that, even from the afterlife. You never waste good pussy.” He licks his lower lip as he walks towards a nightstand and turns something on.
“No,” I whisper, but it’s no use as he saunters over to me after pulling out a needle from one of the drawers. He sticks me with it, shooting up my blown-out vein. “You look better when you’re high.”
I try to fight the fog pulling me under—I don’t know what he is feeding me, but it works quickly. My body begins to relax, warmth spreads over me, and then I’m floating…
My legs fall apart, then a pressure splits me open as my body rocks to forceful waves… all while my mind floats into space.
Roman
“Is that man seriously, okay?” I hear the bald one mutter to the blue-haired Papi. I don’t care for either of them, but they saved my life. And they will help get Xena back since that’s the end goal here—to get my girl back and kill the last of the Golden Boys’ brothers. After I woke up from the accident, he filled me in on everything. While also pleading for Tokyo’s life, he doesn’t get to negotiate, not when it was his snake that betrayed my girl. Every time I close my eyes, I see Xena with a pained and confused look on her face as she asks why her friend betrayed us—hurt us.
My body shakes from the anger that has reached its boiling point, blood rushes to my ears, and my eyes twitch.
It didn’t take long for me to be back on my feet after hearing all of that. It took twenty-four hours to be exact. Fuck, my body jolted just acknowledging her absence.
But it’s not her absence that rouses me today; it’s the sound of her screaming filtering into this room, calling to me like a siren, the sound of her tears. I'm on my feet before I register the pain that rips through my sides as my stitches tear apart. My feet shuffle towards the sound until I find the source. Kai holds the phone up, his hand shaking as he watches what that bastard has been forcing them to do.
“Hey, man, you should be resting,” the bald-headed one says, walking towards me to stop me from looking.
“Get any closer and I’ll skin you alive,” I growl, pushing past him, limping with each movement. Snatching the phone from Kai’s hand, my jaw clenches at the sight. She’s high. So fucked up that she thinks it’s me who’s fucking her. My stomach drops, and the burn in my eye, or maybe it’s the fucking tears gathering, causes my vision to blur. My head slowly turns to Kai, who runs his hands down his face.
Hands still shaking…
“Is this recent?”
Slowly, he lowers his chin.
He tells me that the videos have been arriving one after the other. Each one more depraved than the last, and it’s been almost a week since the crash. We are still days out from Fright Night, and I’m no closer to finding her.
But I guess this is the game he’s playing.
“Who’s next?”
Chino scoffs loudly for a man who appears to be all rough and tough—he sure is a pussy when it comes to a fight. So is Kai, but he’s gotten better. I guess watching your girl getting raped will do that to you. Last night we went to a meet-up, and it endedwith my fist slamming down on some asshole's face; even Kai got in on the action.
“Oye este man, who’s next?” Chino blurts out, pacing around the room as if he owns it.
My body aches, especially inside my chest. At that point, it didn’t matter who got killed along the way. I’m too far gone to care. I’m a body with no soul.
A body with no heart.
