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I have no idea how long I’ve been sitting in this cell since I have no way of knowing what time it is with no windows. The same dim light coming from the ceiling fills the room every second of the day, making it almost impossible to sleep. I nibble on the sandwich and drink some of the water, but I don’t want to eat or drink too much, not without knowing when my next chance to go to the bathroom will be.
Parts of me hope I don’t have to spend the night in this cell. The room is dirty and nasty, and not to mention it gives me the creeps. I can’t believe I’m even thinking this, especially since they’re the enemies in all of this, but I really want to sleep in bed with Trey and Wes again. It felt good, and I felt safe, which is ridiculous to say or even think since they kidnapped me, and have threatened me in a number of ways.
But that’s the thing… they’ve threatened, that’s all they did. They didn’t actually hurt me, not really. I thought they would rape and beat me but there isn’t a single scratch on me, and my virginity is still very much intact.
They did touch me, but their touch was gentle this morning and brought me unbelievable pleasure. I have this nagging feeling they were only rough on camera to keep me scared and to make my father bend to their will. Even after what Wes told me this morning, I don’t think they actually want to hurt me. I might be naive in my thinking, but I can’t help how I feel and right now I feel that they won’t injure me. Their actions don’t line up with their words.
Those feelings evaporate when the door opens, and Wes appears in the doorway. I bite the inside of my cheek, my stomach clenching, heat filling my nether region. I don’t understand my reaction to his presence, to any of the men. I stare up at him. His face is void of all emotion just as Declan’s is constantly. I don’t know how they do it, but somehow they’re able to shut off their emotions. Must be a family trait because when Trey comes into view directly behind Wes, he looks the same and a shiver runs down my spine at the sight of both of them looking at me with not a sliver of emotion in their eyes.
And without a doubt, I know that even if they don’t want to hurt me, they’re still going to. Trey steps into the room and close to me. His hands reach down for me. I blink slowly, thinking he is going to pull me to my feet, but instead he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up and over my head, leaving me completely naked, completely exposed. I shiver as the cold air hits my bare skin.
I’m barely registering what’s happening when he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into a standing position. My knees wobble, fear zinging through me. They’ve both seen me naked, so I don’t even bother trying to cover up, but I still don’t like being so exposed. It makes me feel cheap, used, and I’m certain that’s the point, for them to remind me that I’m nothing more than a means to an end. I’m young and naïve, but I’m not stupid.
Neither of them says anything, and instead they each grab one of my arms, their warm hands wrapping around my slim limbs. They walk me back toward the room with the camera in it, each step seems to echo louder around me. I want to be brave, I don’t want to be weak and beg, but the moment we step into that room, my fear overtakes me, and I find myself fighting against their grasp.
“Please, don’t do this,” I whimper, trying to dig my heels into the floor. Again, I’m met with nothing but silence. Instead of fighting me, they just pick me up like I weigh nothing and deposit me on the bed.
Declan is already waiting, standing next to the bed, his face nothing more than the permanent mask he always wears. I peer up into his eyes and see nothing, and I wonder if he has a heart, if any of these men have a heart. Wes takes his spot on the other side of the bed, leaving me with no escape. I mean, I guess I could try and escape, but it would do me no good. Trey does something to the camera and the red light lights up, letting me know we are filming.
“Time is up, old man. We have been more than patient with you. Maybe you think we are bluffing, that we aren’t fucking serious, so we’re going to show you how serious we are,” Wes’s lip curls into a snarl before he lifts his chin to Trey.
