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Three weeks ago, I turned eighteen, and my life changed for the worse. Instead of being free, like I thought I’d be, I’m even more caged in. I’m now naked and collared, and I no longer have a bedroom in the Demons’ clubhouse. I stay in the basement, where I’m used as a way for the men to let off steam. Up until today, I never would have thought they’d rape me, but I’m not sure of that anymore. The moment I turned eighteen, the brothers started using me as what they referred to as a sperm bank. They would ejaculate over me and watch each other take turns in doing so. But today, three of the brothers—Crunk, Boulder, and Smalls—came into the room and started to touch me in ways I had never been touched before.
“She’s stayin’ here, Bear. She’s earnin’ her fuckin’ keep,” Crunk snarls.
They left the basement door open, so I can hear every word they’re saying. I hate them for instilling this fear in me. I’m not sure what is going to happen, but my gut is telling me it’s bad.
“Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want with the whore. As long as she doesn’t leave, I don’t give a fuck,” Dad snarls.
I hear chairs scraping against the floor, and then heavy footsteps above me. When the basement door slams shut, I know my luck isn’t going to change.
“Oh, Teagan,” Crunk taunts. “You’re in for a real treat.”
I recoil at his voice. I doubt that very much. The man is an asshole on the best of days, but today, with the way his voice is filled with anger and menace, it’s one of his worst. I pull myself further into the corner of the room, into the depths of darkness, hoping and praying that he won’t see me. Wishful thinking at its finest. I should know better.
His laugh is maniacal, and I hate it.
“You can try to hide, Teagan, but you won’t be able to continue to do so forever.” He doesn’t come to me. The little alcove I’m in is away from the door to the room they hurt people in. My little space has very little to it. Just a makeshift mattress, a flimsy blanket, and a bucket in case I need to go to the toilet.
Crunk makes his way to the torture room, and within minutes, I feel heat. I know what it means to have that heat blasting from the room. He’s started a fire. He only does that if there’s going to be a guest in that room or if he wants to brand someone.
Out of all the men who are part of the Dirty Demons MC, Crunk is the worst of them all. He’s the meanest son of a bitch ever. He hurts people for fun and lives to torture them.
He begins to whistle, and it sets me on edge. He’s gearing up to hurt someone, and I have a deep suspicion that it’s me. He’s coming for me. For eighteen years I managed to stay out of his lair, but my time has come to an end. Crunk is going to do whatever the hell he wants with me.
My stomach rolls with nausea, and I fight the urge to vomit. I don’t know for sure that he’s planning on hurting me, and if I throw up, it’ll only add fuel to the fire. The Dirty Demons don’t like it when I’m sick or upset. They lash out at the sight of tears and won’t stop until I pass out so I can’t annoy them anymore.
What seems like mere minutes later, he’s standing in front of me, that huge, scary smirk on his face as he looks at me. “You’re comin’ with me,” he tells me, as he reaches for the collar on my neck and unlocks it.
I don’t speak. I haven’t spoken to anyone since I was thirteen, when I watched my father kill Lola in front of me for giving me food.
Crunk grips my hair and pulls me to him. The moment I’m flush against his body, he releases me. I can’t go anywhere. There’s no escape for me. None whatsoever.
“We’re going to have some fun, Teagan. This has been well overdue. I’ve been wanting to do this since you were twelve,” he tells me, his hands palming my breasts.
I fight back the urge to recoil. That’ll only lead to me being beaten. I let him do whatever the hell he wants with me. He’s going to do it either way. I either allow him to, or I get hurt and then he does it anyway. I’m in survival mode. I’ll do whatever it takes to survive.
One day, I’ll be free. I just hope that it won’t be because I’ll be dead.
Once we’re in the darkened room, his hands start to roam a lot more than my breasts. They run down my ass and then toward my vagina. He runs a finger along my slit and chuckles. “I’m going to enjoy taking every inch of you, Teagan. From this day forward, you’re mine. But first, there’s something that needs to happen. The world needs to know who you belong to.”
He lays me on the dirty floor and tells me to stay. I don’t dare move. Hell, I’m barely breathing. I hear him moving behind me, poking around in the fire. His footsteps are heavy against the floor as he moves toward me.
Burning hot pain rips through my thigh. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I suck in a sharp breath as tears flow from my eyes. God, what the hell is he doing to me? He holds the hot poker against my thigh until I almost pass out.
“Now,” he growls, throwing the poker to the ground. It clatters against the tiled floor. “Everyone will know exactly who you belong to.”
My body stills at the sound of his zipper being undone. No. God, no. This can’t be happening.
I start to move, trying to get to my feet, but my leg is in so much pain that I’m barely able to lift my head. Crunk grips my hips and pulls my legs apart, then settles between them.
I scream when he pushes into me, ripping away my innocence with his evilness.
After everything that’s happened, I never thought the Dirty Demons would break me. But Crunk has absolutely shattered me.
How am I going to survive this? These men are never going to let me go. I’m stuck living in this hell.
There’s no escape for me.
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