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PAIGE
The solitude hadn’t lasted long. Shortly after Blondie had stormed out, a middle aged woman walked in, her expression was blank, posture stiff, she was flanked by four security guards. In her arms were several bags, which she dumped on the small table tucked away in the far corner of the room. I just sat on the bed and watched them, still trying to figure out how the hell I was going to make my escape.
The lady stood there, pointed at the clothes and motioned towards the bathroom, not saying a word. I doubt it was a suggestion either, but fuck them I wasn’t some helpless girl they rescued, I was a fucking captive, here without a say. I turned to lay on the bed, there was no making this easy for them.
“So you think maybe I could get something to eat and, ah, I dunno maybe a TV or something to keep me entertained,” I put on my best whiney voice, the one thing I’d learned so far was that it ticked off everyone that entered the room and them being angry and irrational was exactly what I wanted them to do. It meant that sooner or later they’d screw up.
“Get dressed and be ready in thirty minutes,” One of the guards barked, his eyes were cold and indifferent, he didn’t really look at me as he gave his order, but rather he looked past me. It was clear from his body language that he wouldn’t give a second thought if ordered to do something nefarious to me.
“What makes you think I’d follow any fucking order given,” I clapped back, probably wasn’t the greatest move to provoke the people who more than likely held my life in their hand but who the hell was he kidding, walking in here dumping clothes and whatever else was in those bags in a pile and expecting me to follow like an obedient little puppy.
“You want to eat?” The guard broke rank and walked towards me and stood over me in some sort of quasi attempt at intimidation. He obviously didn’t know who he was sent to deal with. “If you do then you will do as you’re told, you are not playing with little children this time. You can choose to do this the easy way or we can make it hard and force your hand.”
They didn’t even wait around for my reply, once they were out of the room I made my way over to the table. I contemplated just ignoring them further but the mention of food made my stomach grumble, I couldn’t remember the last time I had anything to eat. Looking at the table, there were three bags, the first was full of toiletries and make-up, that I was ok with. Twenty four hours without basic needs was way too long for me, what would they have done if I had been on my period? I shuddered to think about it.
The second had a couple pairs of what I assumed was meant to be underwear, some yoga pants and a barely there t-shirt but the last is what had my eyes bugging out. “You got to be fucking kidding me.” I mumbled to myself. The item in there would barley pass as a shirt let alone a fucking dress. It consisted of two scrapes of black pleather like material held together with six gold chains down either side
I decided to heed the warning, and play nice. I was ready with minutes to spare when they came to collect me. Blaze was the first to enter, his eyes lingered on my appearance longer than they should have, and just like the last time he wasn’t the only one. The dark haired guy that was with him the first time stood behind him. That uneasy feeling was back, sure I had a great back and forth going with Blaze but the other guy, even the way he looked had chills going down my spine and not the good kind.
“Stand up,” Eric barked, his voice was deep and full of malice, everything about him screamed dangerous and normally that would have had my lady bits in a tizzy, but there was something darker, more sinister about this guy that had me worried.
His whole demeanor and appearance was reminiscent of Kyle and Alexander Ducane. The scar on his face didn’t help either. It fed the narrative he was trying to convey.
When I didn’t immediately move to obey, he reached out, grabbed a handful of my hair and wrenched me off the bed, however he didn’t stop there. No this fucker dragged me across the floor to where the guards were standing and threw me at them. Blondie just stood there impassively and watched it all go down, but I swear I saw something that resembled rage flash across his face when it went down, but as quickly as it appeared it was replaced with a blank cold look. I made a mental note of that, maybe, just maybe, I’d find in unlikely ally in him.
Within seconds I was flanked by two of their cronies, each savagely took a hold of my arms to hold me in place. In front of me, the handsy asshole in my current hell stood donning a sadistic smile. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t scare the shit out of me. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and my instincts told me not to be lulled.
“Let’s make things a little clearer here shall we,” Eric sneered, his voice heavily laden with dark vicious promises of torture, his mannerisms again reminded me of the man that had caused me a great deal of hurt and pain. “You are not in charge here, you are not a guest here, you willdo what we say when we say it, eat when we tell you, your training will start tonight, you are nothing but a doll, something to be played with, used, then discarded like the trash you are when we are finished.”
“And if I refuse?” My mouth spoke when my mind screamed to stay quiet. Everything about this guy screamed heartless.
Talking back was the wrong thing to do, my cheek stung from where he backhanded me. It was jarring just how different both he and blondie were. “Trust me bréagán you don’t want to find out, but I can guarantee I’ll take great pleasure in enforcing it.”
I should have heeded the warning Eric had given me before the dinner but the longer I sat there, listening and watching as they treated the other females in the room like mere possessions, the harder it became for me. I drew the line at being made to kneel beside his chair and treated like a dog waiting for its master to sneak it food.
That was my mistake, which resulted with me being dragged off to a room, lined wall to wall with whips, chains, and other devices that in the hands of someone that had compassion would use them for both pleasure and pain, but not in his.
Now I was in a room strapped to some fucking torture device from the middle ages. My arms and legs out to the side, bent over from my waist, if it weren’t for my clothes I’d be on full display. What made it all the worse was the audience. This was part of their overall plan to try and break me and I’d played right into their hands. The depravity they could and would inflict was to achieve that exact goal. The humiliation at being on display like this, if it was someone weaker than myself would probably have worked, but I’d been here before and survived. I’d just add these fuckers names to my list, and when I got free, they would pay.
“You were warned,” Eric said his voice ominous, his cold dead eyes surveyed the room before zeroing in on what he was looking for; a studded belt. “Had you just followed the rules I may have been convinced that we could have used a different measure to make you compliant but now we get to do this my way.”
My own followed his movements as he retrieved a studded belt from the wall, my mind raced. I knew what was coming, but I wouldn’t give anyone in this room the satisfaction of a reaction. When he disappeared behind me, I schooled my face and prepared for the worst. Looking straight ahead I made eye contact with Blaze, if this was going to happen then he could look me in the eyes as he watched on.
Eric took my distraction as an opportunity. I felt the coolness of the room as he tore open the back of my dress to the point it hung off my arms like a hospital gown, the next thing to go was my underwear, my head fell as I watched the shredded material drop to the floor at my feet. I willed my body not to move as I fought the trembling.
I felt the air swirl around me as the first strike came down on my back, the slap upon contact reverberated around the room. There was little reprieve before the next one came, just as hard. So much so I bit my lip to stop the painful cry that had started to build. This guy was as sadistic as Alexander himself, after the first five lashes he walked around and kneeled in front of me, he was getting unbridled satisfaction from this.
“Oh little birdie did you think that was all of it?” He chuckled as he ran his free hand down the side of my face. “You’re a tough one I’ll give you that but everyone has their breaking point and I’ll take great pleasure seeing yours. I can’t wait to make you sing.”
“I’ll never give you the satisfaction,” I spat at him, it was the wrong thing to say. I let my mouth run before thinking again, because as soon as the words left my mouth the whipping started back up.
After the next five I could feel a warm wetness trickle down my back as he broke the skin. Somewhere around the tenth lashing I could taste the coppery tinge of blood as I bit through my bottom lip. The longer it went on the harder the beatings became, my back stung every time the studs bit into my back. My body throbbed with the pain, my vision started to blur and the last thing I heard before passing out was someone calling out “that’s enough.”
