“Summer wants an abortion.” He spoke monotone as if it were a basic conversation instead of something to jab under my skin.
“No. I don’t think she does. It wouldn’t make sense with what I have seen of her. She is a protector not a destroyer.” It sounded so simple coming from my mouth, but it was far from simple. I heard more walking and that squeaky door swing open on its hinge, the one he hadn’t fixed yet.
“Dr. Avery,” her voice filtered through the line. I almost thought he’d hang up. Instead, I heard the phone beep, but their conversation continued.
“Stitches look good, although you could have done without the strain.” Lucas spoke.
“Don’t patronize me.” She spat.
There was something else said, but it was too low for me to hear despite straining to catch every word they spoke between them.
“Not unexpected, still I would be neglecting my medical duties if I didn’t at least get an ultrasound first.” Lucas’s voice filtered through the phone.
“Fine,” she replied.
There was a pause and shuffling in the background. My breath came out in foggy puffs in front of me. I should have returned to the warmth of inside; temperature changes were one of the easiest ways my body shut down. My fingertips were probably freezing the longer I stood in the chilling wind. I began checking the blood flow in my left hand as I clutched the phone to my ear with my right. Too afraid I would miss something.
“Girl.” I heard him comment after a long pause, and my heart thumped in my chest. Lucas spoke, but I didn’t catch all of it. Something about a complication and a “No.” I didn’t hear it as the wind whipped around me. There was a shuffle of commotion before the phone went dead.
“Fuck,” I muttered to no one in particular. There was certainly a problem, but I wasn’t in the position to go anywhere right now. I turned back towards the building, contemplating leaving now, but I couldn’t just let them kill him. Sure, I didn’t mind the whole use and be used thing, but I wouldn’t purposely kill him.Scott was something interesting. My motives weren’t pure, but were anyone’s really pure?
Pocketing my phone, I pulled open the glass door and walked into the warmth, but the chilling feeling something was wrong remained with me.
17
KILL ME SO I DON’T HAVE TO FACE THE ONE I LOVE
Irattled against the slab of metal, testing the strength of the straps holding me in place. Nothing budged, and I threw my head back in defeat. Somehow I knew this was the end of the line, and yet I couldn’t stop myself from the terror that sank into my bones.
The large metal door opened on a creaky hinge, and I craned my neck to the side to see the approaching shadow.
“Listen to me, we do not have time for you to argue so shut up and don’t say a word.” Karter’s voice was low as he came closer, and I wanted to scream at him and tell him how horrible he was for putting me in this situation; instead, I stared forward. “Melody is in a particularly stressful situation, and there is nothing I can do to prevent that, but you should know that no mafia lasts forever. Things are—well they aren’t good. There’s been talk about a raid… I don’t know much. We all have a part to play and in the end you can hate me. I have to inject you now and this will be the last time you see me for awhile—I hope.” A grim smile crossed his lips, and I felt his hand next to mine. Something thin slipped between my fingers as he said, “Deep breath, this is going to hurt like a bitch. Or that’s what they say.”
The needle plunged into the side of my dick and a strangled scream left me. I felt something burn and sting as it entered. Hot tears raced down my cheeks as my breath caught in my throat.
“Just like that?” Melody’s voice filtered through the thudding in my ears. I hadn’t even seen her come into the room.
“Yeah, give it about five to ten minutes.” Karter replied. I heard something exchange hands, and then footsteps recede. “Don’t call me for this work again, my debt is paid.”
Melody scoffed, turning towards my view, “Well that was dramatic. Ready to get started?”
“If you so much as touch me I’ll kill you.” I spat, jerking away from her hand. But I couldn’t move far with the restraints. My hand still held the thin item between my fingers. I hadn’t had a chance to examine it, but one side was rough like a file.
“I’ll be back in a bit, when it’s kicked in.” She sauntered off toward the door. The metal groaned as it slammed shut. I tried to wiggle out of the restraints, but without any real traction, it was useless. My fingers explored the thing that Karter hadslipped between my fingers. It felt like a nail file, but it wasn’t metal. Maybe one of those fancy glass nail files? I wasn’t sure. A knife would have been better; than I could slit my wrists and be done with it all.
I moved the nail file to the inside of my hand with a bit of work, and slowly moved it against the leather strapping. It would take forever for this thing to saw through enough of the strap that it would snap. The file moved slowly back and forth, but a heated sensation made me pause, almost dropping the file.
Blood pumped towards my cock almost painfully; I felt the swell of an erection I didn’t want, and my eyes widened in terror. There was one time I felt fear as such as this, and I jerked trying to free myself with renewed strength. It was useless.
Metal groaned, and I heard two sets of footsteps. Flattening the nail file against the inside of my palm, I jerked in the restraints to cover it.
“Please don’t do this,” I pleaded. There were stories I heard about women who took advantage of men, who raped them. I didn’t expect to become one myself.
“Orders,” she murmured, maybe it was to convince herself; I wasn’t sure. Her hand felt cold and clammy against my bare leg, and her face was set in a hard line of determination as she came closer.
“Melody, please.” Tears were streaming down my face without care; I couldn’t hold a brave face with what was about to transpire. She didn’t meet my gaze, just reached across me towards Shaw, who handed her a bottle. The cap flipped open, making a loud pop sound before the cool liquid hit the base of my cock. My body shook with terror as I felt her soft hand wrap around my shaft, smearing the lube.
The soft spat of my tears as they rolled down my cheek was muffled by the slick sound of her hand rubbing up and down my shaft. Disgust rolled through me as I choked on vomit. That’swhen Shaw’s face peered into mine. He loosened my head strap and forced my head sideways so I wouldn’t choke more. When the gagging subsided, he didn’t strap my head back, only moved back to his wall where he watched.
