Dynamo
“How long have we had her?” the harsh voice demanded.
Oh God, not Red.I tried to focus, but failed. I was too drugged to do anything. Too out of my mind to fight back.
“Six weeks.”
“And Dynamo’s not under control yet?” Red growled out.
“The cunt is still fighting.”
“You’ve a fortnight. Dynamo either goes on the block then, or I put a bullet in her head. If the bitch can’t be controlled, she’s worthless. Break her!” Red ordered.
“My pleasure,” another man said.
“Boss, if Gold—”
“Gold knows how to break the most stubborn cunt. He’ll break Dynamo; she’s worth a fortune.”
Red crossed to where I was. Bent naked over a table, pussy and ass on show. My legs were spread eagle for these assholes to have instant access. They were tied to the table legs, and my ankles were rubbed raw. Pulled in front of me were my arms, chained to a hoop. My wrists were as bloody as my ankles.
Problem was, I wasn’t desired for my body, but for my ability. Red had made that plain. Asshole didn’t care what damage I had.
Red wanted my mind and telekinesis. His thugs had repeatedly raped and beaten me, but I refused to give them what they demanded. I was kept in a state of constant brain fog because of the drugs they fed me. In the event of a missed dose, I could deploy my power to get away, a fact they were well aware of. Unable to focus, I was at their mercy. Concentration was a struggle, yet I kept fighting.
Red grabbed my hair and lifted my head. Coldly, he gazed into my eyes. “Dynamo, you don’t need all your body parts. I will break and own you.”
Never.
Eight weeks missing.
“The cunt had a dose six hours ago, she’s due again in an hour,” Brown said.
Stupid fuckin’ names. Going by colours.
“No probs. Woman’s got a nice ass.” A new voice.
“Take it. Bitch just screams. She’s tight though, so use lube or get a chafed dick. Maroon found that out.” Brown sniggered.
The newbie laughed. “Gold’s left his mark.”
“Gold claims the drugs are masking Dynamo’s pain. That’s why she’s not breaking. He’s the one who’s lengthened her med times. Says he’s noticed no difference between four and six hours. Bitch stayed unchanged regardless of time.”
“Guess I’ll have some fun and then dose her,” the newbie stated.
“Help yourself; we all have,” Brown said, and I heard the door shut. A zipper noise sounded, and I turned my attention away. Gold had been beating me for days now, and finally, because he realised I wasn’t feeling pain, he’d increased the hours before each dosage. That helped.
Hands grabbed my ass, squeezing and kneading.
“Nice, they left us a bottle of lube, Dynamo. I’m going to enjoy this,” the fool whispered.
Whatever. They’d raped me so many times I wasn’t bothered now. I was more worried about freeing my abilities.
I felt clearer even as the guy shoved his dick in my pussy. Ignoring him, I focused on Romeo. His face, smile, and our bond. Something tickled the back of my mind, just out of reach, and I wanted to grab for it. That was a mistake. I’d tried that before and lost the thread. Cautiously, I fought the drugs and coaxed the connection closer.
Behind me, the asshole groaned and slapped my ass.
I paid no attention. Tiny steps. Then I reached out so slowly I resembled a tortoise and touched the thin lifeline before grasping it.
