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“We’re gonna show you all sorts of classic hits,” Glen said with a laugh. “Even got my Louisville slugger in the truck for later.”
“And I thought you were more of the grease me up and let me wrestle type of a guy.” Onyx laughed.
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In hindsight,fucking with Glen and Stimpy, as he came to name the ignorant assholes after round one oflet’s see if we can make the black man cry, was probably not the best idea. While it was satisfying and easier than a girl with daddy issues on prom night, he’d grossly underestimated the pent up rage in the men. Onyx was absolutely spent. He had to get it together because Topaz needed him and this wasn’t something he could give in to.
“Topaz, sweetheart please stop crying. I’m okay.”
The sobs coming from her were tearing him apart. The strong and independent woman he knew had completely unraveled because of what those men had done. He couldn’t stand the thought that part of the reason was him and his damn mouth. At first, he thought she could handle it. Taking to fucking with the men too. Giving as good as him until the rope.
Right now unlike him, she was untied. They’d swung a rope over a beam in the ceiling. At first, he thought he’d be dangling by his neck. Instead, they bound his wrists and used him as a punching bag. Either he was completely numb by that point or they were tired, because the grunts and groans were at aMeg Ryan orgasm fakinglevel. In a way, the stringing up had helped his back reset. If it wasn’t for his shoulders burning like a brush fire, he could hang for a while. Or at least, long enough for Topaz to remember there was a world beyond the one she was currently locked inside.
When the rope was tossed, it was the final straw for Topaz. Maybe something else happened? She’d just been taken out to the bathroom. When she came back, she seemed fine until the thump of the rope as it flopped over the beam. The light in her eyes lost, gone to the world as she curled into a ball in the corner. Covering her head like a tornado was on the horizon as she turned into the corner. No longer able to handle the visual.
“Topaz, I need you,” he said hoping the trauma hadn’t made the woman completely check out of reality. “They’re gone.”
Her body trembled in the corner. Head shaking from side to side.
At least, he was breaking through. “Honest, baby—they’re gone, my shoulders are killing me—can you please…”
Her body tightened, somehow making the round ball of herself smaller. “I can’t—I can’t see it—not again—”
Again?Fuck.
“Topaz, I’m alive,” he said and spit the metallic taste from his mouth. “Promise.”
“Oh God, voices, fuck, fuck, fuck.” She rocked in the corner.
She needed a splash of cold ass water, then he could comfort her, but right now, he needed her to know he was alive. That she wouldn’t be turning around and finding a corpse.
“You think I’m dead? Fine, bitch, come suck this dick and see if you feel a pulse.” The words more acidic than he’d expected, but he’d pray they would do the trick. “You called me a sub, how about you come get this footlong?”
The scratch of dirt against wood gave him a bit of hope as he saw her leg shift and move. That’s it Topaz, he thought afraid encouraging words would make her stop.Come on baby, turn around show daddy your face. See mine.
With a slow turn of her head she held her eyes closed shut, but turned enough her chin touched her shoulder.
Open those pretty baby blues for me.
Her back rose and fell as she slowly opened her eyes. The contact between the two of them instantaneous as she leapt from the corner and rushed to him. Her arms wrapping around his neck and hugging him so tight, he worried his shoulders would pop out from the extra weight.
“Down, please,” he groaned, the brushfire of his shoulders slamming against the numbness of his forearms in an electric show along all his nerves so spectacular, it could have lit up Downtown Disney.
“Oh, my God, yes!” she exclaimed, dragging the chair over to him and working the ropes quickly. “This is easier with a visual.”
The tension, nearly cutting off his circulation released, flooding his hands and fingers for the second time in a day. “Me tied up,” he said, rubbing his bruised and rope burned wrists, finally allowing his shoulders to drop. “Sorry about—I didn’t know how.”
Once again, Topaz’s arms were around him, this time holding on for dear life as she sobbed into his shirt. Her fingers fisting the fabric as what he could only assume were years of pain fell from her eyes. “I’ve dealt with shit like this my entire life. Small minded people don’t matter to me.”
Onyx cradled her head to his chest. Every movement of his bruised and beaten body ached, but it was nothing compared to the shit she seemed to be going through. “The bruises will heal and I blocked out their voices about a half second after they spoke.”
“You did not,” she said with a pound to his chest.
Her small fist normally wouldn’t hurt, but at this point, there were few things that didn’t. “Well, maybe two minutes, but still. The rhetoric formulaic to the point I wonder is it art imitating life or the other way around.” He cupped her head, her cheek snuggling into his palm as he leaned her head back and her eyes widened at the sight of him. “Either way, I’ve heard it, and sadly, I assume so will Braxton and Maddox and any kids I have.”
With a gentle stroke of her hand to his face, Topaz eked out in a small whisper, “People get hurt or worse because of fucking ignorance. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way. I couldn’t do it again. Not with you, not when we’ve…”
Onyx moved her over to the chair and he sat on the twin bed. The smell of dust and mildew peppered the air when he sat making him glad his ass was there and not hers. “What do you mean?” Onyx was curious to hear more about Topaz and whatever she wanted to share. It could be the cause of the tension between them and if this could be the way it was broken the situation might be worth it if they survived. Even though he felt like shit, it was something he could do for her, he needed a partner right now. And even if he didn’t, he wasn’t going to abandon her.
