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“Men, no, but what about the women?” she prompts. She stands and takes the bowl of water. “I’ll help you, if you can help me, Ace.”
Hope swells in my chest. “I’m listening.”
“Promise that if you get out of here, you’ll take me too.”
“Done,” I say without hesitation. “Get me a mobile phone.”
“Are you kidding? I’m being watched all the time.”
“You’re not being watched now, so I don’t believe that.” She’s been here a few times alone.
“I don’t have access to anything to communicate with the outside world, especially a mobile phone,” she whispers.
“Then get me something sharp. I need to get this bolt loose.”
She nods. “I’ll try.”
The door opens and footsteps descend. Mystique glances at me nervously. “I have to go,” she whispers, heading for the stairs as two men come into view.
The first smirks at Mystique coldly. “The boss is not happy with you, whore. You’ve been too long.”
She scowls. “The girl isn’t responsive. It took longer to wash her.”
The man slaps her hard across the face, and she drops the bowl of water across the stone floor. “I didn’t say you could speak,” he hisses.
“Pussies,” I mutter, bringing their attention to me. Mystique scurries past them and runs up the stairs.
“What did you say?” asks the bigger of the two. He wears a cap, the peak covering his face.
“I said,” I growl, “that you’re a pussy, hitting on women.”
The guy rears his fist back and hits me full in the face. My head snaps back and wetness spreads across my cheek. He shakes his fist, and I smile at him. “You hit like a pussy too.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks furiously. He lands another punch to my stomach, and I cough but remain smiling like a mad man. Smiling always unnerves the aggressor. It makes them doubt themselves.
“Forget him,” the other guy points out. “He’s trying to distract us from his woman.”
“Let’s see if you think I fuck like a pussy too.” The guy grins, and my smile falters.
The big guy pulls Mae’s shirt open, but she stays almost lifeless on the bed, not even flinching, and I’m thankful that whatever they gave her earlier has kept her docile. “Come on, you daft bitch,” he growls, slapping Mae hard across the face. I pull on the chains, and the guy smiles menacingly at me. It’s the reaction he wanted, but it’s out of my control when it comes to her.
I watch, my heart twisting, as he tugs her panties down her legs. “This is gonna be the best fuck you’ve ever had,” he whispers, taking his cock from his pants. I close my eyes, unable to watch. I feel a punch to my gut, and I squeeze them shut tighter.
“If you don’t watch, I’m gonna start cutting her,” warns the smaller guy.
I hear Mae’s sharp intake of breath, and my eyes shoot open. She can feel. She hissed because the guy ran a blade over her arm. The cut isn’t deep, but it’s enough to sting. “That’s better,” he says with a smile. “It won’t be fun if you don’t watch the show.”
Mae’s eyes stare blankly at the ceiling as the guy fucks her. He isn’t gentle, groping at her naked breasts and grunting with each thrust. Bile hits the back of my throat, but I swallow it down. I won’t give these fuckers the satisfaction.
It takes him all of a few minutes before he’s taking his cock in his hand and with a tight grip, he finishes himself off, his release hitting her stomach. “I’ll give her half an hour before I send the next one in.” I watch the two guys leave, slamming and locking the door. Turning back to Mae, I see her roll onto her side and tuck her body into a tight ball, her back to me.
“Mae,” I whisper, “talk to me.” She stays quiet. “I’ll make them pay, every last one of them. I swear, I’ll cut them into pieces for what they’ve done to you. Please, Mae, talk to me,” I beg.
“Not now, Ace, I just want to sleep,” she mumbles.
I press my lips together, knowing I’m losing her. “They’re coming back,” the words clog my throat and I almost choke, “and I can’t stop them.”
“It’ll be okay, Ace. Get some sleep.” My heart shatters, the pain in my chest unbearable. I pull on the chains, and this time, the cuffs dig into my hands but I don’t care, I don’t feel it. I tug harder. If I could just get my hands free . . .
