Sadistic Mysteries
Scarlett
The bar was practically empty, which didn't help matters, but I still went in alone and sat at the bar while Hunter walked in a few minutes after me, sliding into a booth near the back door and pool tables.
As I let the heat wrap around me, I shook off the bitter chill from outside, casually taking off my jacket and hanging it on the back of my stool. I knew how see-through this shirt was, especially under these specific bar lights, and from past experience, I knew how much basically seeing my nipples affected good old Jack. Purposefully pushing my tits out as I propped my elbows onto the smooth, stained bar top, I archedmy back even more, trying to be subtle as I waved Jack over for a drink.
"What's a pretty little young thing like you sitting here all alone?" He asked, drying clean glasses as he stood before me, a predatory grin gracing his lips. I hated it.
"Well first, I could use a Jack please," I told him, keeping a straight face as he looked at me suspiciously.
"You can have me any way you want, sweetheart," he slurred, the heavy scent of liquor seeping off of him started to make me nauseous.
"I think I'll stick with the drink for right now. Please." I nodded, sliding my hand under my chin with my chest still pushed out for him to look at as much as he wanted.
He laughed and stepped away to grab a glass, his back turned toward me. I quickly glanced back at Hunter, who was of course staring, and he looked absolutely livid. I tossed him a smile to ease his rage, though I wasn't sure if it would even help at all. He smiled back, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and intrigue, and he even flashed me a wink before I turned back around.
Just as I adjusted in my seat, Jack came back with my drink in his hand, setting it on a small black napkin in front of me. He didn't hang around, he didn't linger like usual. Instead, he wiped off the bar top and slipped out back to what I assumed was the office. Taking a breath while I wasn't under anyone's watch, I grabbed my drink and tossed it back in one gulp, the burning scorching my throat and leaving behind an awful aftertaste.
As soon as I set the empty glass down Jack returned to behind the bar, as if on cue. My head started spinning and a thick fog took over my thoughts, leaving me questioning everything and trying to distinguish what was real and what wasn't.
"Would you like another?" Jack asked, walking right up to me, the bottle already in his hand.
"Sure, and I'll take a water too," I whispered, feeling like something was very, very wrong.
The second shot made me feel even worse, and it was bothering me that this was happening and I couldn't figure out why. But then I remembered I had turned around when Jack poured my first drink, and then he disappeared in the office with the same bottle he poured my second drink from. I'm always cautious of my drinks and I watch the bartender to make sure I'm not being drugged. But I didn't watch Jack. I let my guard down because of Hunter, and I just fucked myself because of it.
I'd been drugged before—by the guys—so I knew exactly what was happening. The nausea came on quicker than usual, and I had to rush to the bathroom but I just stumbled, and I knew I had to try to make it without tripping over my feet. I bolted too quickly, and I didn't notice if Hunter knew where I was going. But I couldn't take my time, not when the drugs were working in overdrive, making me feel all kinds of things.
I made it to the bathroom where one of the lights was out, leaving one dim, flickering light to brighten the entire dingy bathroom. The first three stalls had 'out of order' signs taped to the front of their doors, but thankfully the last one was open. I rushed inside and locked the door, sitting anxiously on the toilet in my clothes, feeling like I was about to pass out.
My head swam in circles; it seemed as it fell into the palms of my hands. I closed my eyes and parted my legs a little more, trying to get as comfortable as I could on the toilet. I suddenly got extremely hot, and beads of sweat covered my skin, making me feel sticky. But not even two minutes later I was absolutely freezing, and my nipples were so hard I thought they would fall off.
I felt my body going numb and parts going limp, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. I just sat there, waiting for the intense rush of the drugs to subside. I just didn't knowhow long it would be. I began to doze off when the sound of the bathroom door opened and then swung shut quietly. The sound of heavy boots dragging across the dirty tile, reminded me of Hunter’s footsteps, and the thought brought a rare smile to my face.
I needed him, and he didn't even know it. But he was about to. Since my eyes felt like they were glued shut from a mix of the drugs and exhaustion, I just sat where I was, waiting for Hunter to help me and tell me that everything would be okay. So when the stall door opened after he picked the lock, I still didn't open my eyes. It was too painful.
Before I knew what was happening, there was a blindfold or something over my eyes so I couldn't see. Before I could scream, a piece of duct tape was pressed against my mouth, keeping me from opening it. Next came my hands, cuffed extra tightly behind my back, leaving absolutely no way for me to escape. I was helpless, and all it did was bring back the bad memories from living with the guys and some of the evil shit they'd do.
I was pushed against the cold bathroom stall, a broody figure radiating heat pinned me to the door, his hands exploring my body in ways I didn't want. But I couldn't stop him. I could tell it was Jack from his smell, and it enraged me even more. He spun me around and slammed my face into the door, a blinding pain radiated throughout my nose and spread through all of my face.
My favorite skirt was ripped off of me violently, the fabric slicing into my skin from the force of his movements. I found myself silently praying to a God I didn't and would never believe in, but all I asked for was for Hunter to realize what was happening and come busting through the door to save me. But that never happened, and I began to wonder if they did something to incapacitate him as well.
I felt warm liquid dripping down my face, mainly over the tape over my mouth and down to my chin. I knew it was blood, but Ididn't make a big deal out of it. In situations like this, you learn to pick your battles, and a bloody nose or gash on my forehead wasn't worth fighting over especially since I had no idea what I was in for.
"You think I don't know who you are?" Jack sneered as he kicked my legs apart and slid a condom over his cock—I could hear the ripping of the foil package and a groan as he slid it on. "You look just like your old man, Scarlett," Jack laughed sadistically, slamming into me from behind without any kind of foreplay or warning.
I screamed from the ripping, burning pain, but the tape muffled my noises just like they intended it to do. I felt tears streaming down my face, falling from beneath the blindfold as Jack held onto my hips so tightly, I could feel bruising on my bones instantly. I tried to wiggle free and slide out from beneath him, but he grabbed the cuffs and twisted them, causing me to yelp through the tape as the sound of bone cracked and echoed in my ears.
"Oh, sweetheart, you're not going anywhere. You're going to be a good whore and play nice for the camera. I mean, I want your father to see how much fun you're having," he sneered with evil dripping from his voice, making a shiver trickle down my spine. The mention of my father only made me more ashamed, more embarrassed, more pathetic.
I kept crying as Jack kept thrusting into me with rough, vicious strokes that left my inner thighs aching terribly. Liquid dripped down the inside of my legs, but I had no idea what it was. Jack kept slamming my face into the stall door, each blow becoming harder each time. I felt dizzy. I was seeing spots even with my eyes closed. And I felt like I was swaying on my feet, about to collapse any second.
I was thrown to the grimy bathroom floor before I had the chance to collapse, my face hitting the tile even harder than thedoor. I just laid there, unable to move while being blindfolded, gagged, and bound. When I heard the unmistakable sound of a pool stick breaking in twos, I felt even more terror surging through my body. I shook my head, but it hurt too much to keep going, so I stopped and dropped my head on the cold floor, trying to cool off my burning body.
Completely caught off guard, I felt the thick, rough pool stick being pushed inside of me, and not just my pussy, but he shoved the other broken half up my ass and fucked me with both to just humiliate me. The entire time I wondered where Hunter was, and I cursed him up and down for leaving me alone, vulnerable, and unprotected. Slowly, my eyes closed and the voices in my head returned, comforting me as I slipped into the darkness that had been begging me to join it. And for once, I didn't mind the voices. This time they were soothing and reminded me that I wasn't alone. That the bad shall pass and when it does, they'll be right by my side—or in my head or whatever.
The next time I woke up, I was brought immediately back to the day I woke up in the hospital after they brought me back to life. The smell was strong and nose burning, and the lights burned my eyes like acid, and the pain ended up making me close them. Still, I could feel the IV in my arm, the blood pressure cuff tightening randomly around my bicep, and thepulse ox on my finger. Plus the little tubes shoved up my nose giving me oxygen.
