“I said, this better be good. Announce yourself and tell me what the fuck you want.”
“Officer Torrez and I’m calling to inform you of a situation we have down here in Timberland.”
Well, that got my attention quickly. I turn on the table lamp next to my bed and wipe the sleep out of my eyes. “Talk to me. Tell me what happened.” The feeling that Charlotte is in danger awakens me faster than anything else in this world could. I almost have a small panic attack thinking of what could happen. She was safe eight hours ago. She should be home.
“The apartment building and the gas station in her neighborhood have both been blown up.” Suddenly, my world tilts and I have to sit back down. I had just started pacing but stopped dead in my tracks at his words. Coldness seeps inside of me. My sweet little bird. Gone?No.I can’t fathom it. It just can’t be. Can it?
“Sir?” I know I need to answer, but the news has me dumbstruck. This should not have happened.
“Is she…? Is she dead?”
Officer Torrez him-haws about. “Well…”
My anger rises fast. My blood pressure has my ears ringing and I grit my teeth and demand, “Now, Torrez.”
“Both buildings were leveled. The firefighters have not finished the initial look over, but there are no survivors thus far.”
I hang up and throw my phone across the room—leading to it cracking into four pieces. I don’t give a damn. My little bird.No.I argue with myself. She is not gone, can’t be gone. Closing my eyes, I count to twenty. I race to my computer and pull up Charlotte’s tracking device. Yes, all right, I’m a crazy motherfucker who must know where she is at all times. I went to bed last thinking she was fine. She was going to her friend’s tattoo parlor and then she was going straight home. I even checked. She was at the tattoo parlor when I fell asleep. The guilt of it all makes me sick to my stomach.
At first the program refuses to work. I almost chuck my computer…but there it is. The littlebeep, beep, beep. She’s alive. Or at least her necklace is. She never took it off. I will never forget the way she looked at me when I gave it to her on her fourteenth birthday.
Pulling up the map, I notice two things at once. One, she’s at the Power’s Estate. And two, there are four heat signatures in their house. Not three. She’s alive. Oh, my little bird, thank god.
“I’m going to get you, you sadistic bastards,” I whisper into the room. I don’t know why I expect someone to talk back to me. It’s not like there’s anyone here to do so. My plan to take down the slimy bastards never included taking them out—but now? Now it does. They will pay. And then…they’ll die.
Getting up, I make a beeline for Charlotte’s old room. Opening the door, I can still smell her scent. She always smells like peonies and honeysuckle. There are pictures of my sweet little bird every year and stage of her life. Charlotte has grown into a strong woman. So beautiful. Sexy. She has absolutely no idea just how enticing she is.
I shouldn’t have let her have her space. It was a damn mistake. One that I may be eating now that she may die, being in the hands of those bastards. If she dies, this entire city will burn. Burn to the ground, and then, I’ll bury the ashes in a shallow grave and set them on fire. There will be nothing left.
“I’ll get you back, sweet Charlotte,” I mutter as I lay down on the bed that has a pile of her used panties on it. I roll around, soaking up her scent.
My body is far tootired to fight hard. I can’t keep my legs up. I tremble as we enter a sparse area decorated in shades of gray and black. The coldness hits me, making me wince. They move me to a hall in the east of the house. No lighting except from one of the guy’s phones.
“I just want to go home. Please,” I beg. My stomach churns, I’ve been reduced to begging. They ignore me and drag me into a room that has me shivering. I know what this is. A BDSM torture room. My head is on a swivel, trying to take everything in all at once. Turning left, I see cages. Four in total. One for standing a person erect, one for making them squat in a cage meant for a small animal. I gulp and look away, not wanting to see the others.
Moving toward the back wall, my breath picks up pace as my eyes roam over everything. I didn’t know what some of this stuff was. However, I did know what the crops, whips and chains were.Why would anyone need all of this? And why is there anXin the middle of the wall? Panic seeps through me.
“No,” I yank against Ayres and try to stomp. All the jolting movement does is wear me out even more.
“Such a feisty kitten,” Ayres laughs and takes me to a bench on the left side of the room. He places me on the bench, face down. The other two men waste no time in tying my legs so they are in a spread position. Ayres holds me down as I scream at them. Their only defense is laughter.
A hand comes down on my mouth at the same time a tongue licks down the length of my face.
“You have absolutely no chance of escape. This is your home until we kill you. Now shut up. Or, we can cut that tongue out of your mouth.”
My entire body goes stiff as Ayres chuckles again. “Think she gets it now?” I hear the sound of zippers being undone and I wonder what more they could possibly do to me. Someone touches my butt before spreading my cheeks wide, humiliating me.
“No,” I say, but my plea is silenced as Kronos shoves his cock into my mouth and the person behind me pushes into my very sore pussy. Screaming does nothing…except make Kronos fuck me harder. The feeling of the cold wood on the bench irritates my nipples. The emotions and feelings overwhelm me to the point that I’m wishing to just escape this body. He tugs at my nipples as he pounds me hard. It’s painful. Painful enough that I’m trying to block it out. Tears run down my face as I choke on the cock in my mouth.
A stinging pain makes me flinch. The pain in my back causes me to wail around the cock in my mouth. The pain comes again, and I try to wiggle.Fight!I tell my brain. My body is under their control, though. Not mine.
“God damn, look at how her skin flushes with each slap of the whip,” one of the men says and I flinch.
The whip comes back down and then it just seems to stop. I feel the rope on my right leg loosen and my body rearranged by them until my knees are on the bench. The weight of the man on top of me is heavy, weighing me down. I try not to think about what they’re doing.
I try to keep my mind blank—but it doesn’t work. My body feels stimulated, and I hate it. My heart is breaking, and my mind shuts down right as the other man punches into my ass. The moan from the men makes me sick. They take every inch of my body hard, enjoying my struggle.
“Look at this sexy, wild, little virgin taking us like a well-paid slut.” I’m not sure why, but the man’s words make me angry. I buck and wiggle to no avail, so instead, I bite the man on his cock. Hard.
