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“You told him you could handle it,” I remind her. The woman has been trying to get into Haidyn’s bed for months now. He finally caved, and well, it doesn’t look like it was up to par with what she wanted him to be.
We’ve all got our demons, and we each let them play in different ways.
“Fuck you!” she hisses, running past and knocking her shoulders into both of us.
Kashton turns to watch her skip the elevator and rush down the stairs while I enter Haidyn’s bedroom. It looks like a tornado hit it with the sheets ripped off the bedding and broken glass on the floor. A couple of empty bottles of vodka and it smells like weed. The rope is still wrapped around each bedpost and puddled on the carpet. There’s a knife on the nightstand, and the curtains have been ripped from the floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the woods.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair.
Kashton enters and grunts at the scene. “You did the right thing,” he reassures me.
Haidyn isn’t ready for Ashtyn to return. Her leaving left us all with very bad tastes in our mouths. We each paid for her freedom. But Haidyn was dished out the worst when it came to our “training.”
No one leaves Carnage. Ever. Doesn’t matter why or how you got here. Once you’re brought in, you die here. We had to be taught a lesson. One we’ll never forget and one we’ll pass on to her as well.
Kashton slaps me on the back. “I’ll call David.” He pulls out his cell, and I make my way out of Haidyn’s room and down the hall to the elevator.
Making my way to the seventh floor, I walk toward the open door, hearing a feminine voice.
“Talk to me, Haidyn,” the therapist says to my brother as I approach the door.
It’s open so I peek into it, leaning against the doorframe to see him standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. She faces the back of him while sitting in the white leather highback chair. They’re clueless I’m present.
“What are you thinking?” She goes on.
He snorts, turns, and walks over to her. His stride is confident and slow. She straightens, her legs crossing as she looks up at him. If she wasn’t already fidgety, her eyes would give her away.
Haidyn is the biggest one out of the three of us. Six-foot-seven and two fifty. Covered in ink and usually blood that isn’t his. Men fear him, and women beg him to fuck them.
He places his hands on both armrests and leans over to where his face is in front of hers. “You don’t want to know what I’m thinking.” His eyes drop to her tits that her fitted button-up white silk blouse shows off.
“I’m…I’m here to help you,” she whispers, rubbing her sweaty palms softly down her black pencil skirt. Poor girl didn’t know what she was getting into when she recently took the job. She’s the sixth one over the last three years.
“Help me?” he asks as if that’s a foreign idea. Unreachable. “Do you really mean that, Charlotte?” Haidyn plays with her.
She swallows nervously, her eyes dropping to stare out the window. Unable to make eye contact, she softly answers, “Of course.”
“I know what you can do.” The corners of his lips pull back, showing a shadow of a smirk.
Her eyes move to his, widening as her breathing accelerates. “W-what?”
“Let me rip off your clothes.”
She gasps.
“I’ll tie you up in a tight little ball, suspend you from the ceiling so that your cunt, mouth, and ass are easily on display for me to fuck.”
Her pretty face pales at the thought of him touching her in such a way. If she were wearing pearls, she’d clutch them.
He goes on, feeding off her fear like a fire does oxygen. “Once I’m done violating you, I’ll sit down, have a smoke while I let you hang there, and watch my cum leak from your stretched-out and overused holes like the worthless whore you’re meant to be.”
She’s trembling. Her back pressed into the chair, praying it swallows her up from the big bad man who wants to use her like a sex doll.
“I can’t promise you’ll like it, but it’ll make me feel better,” he adds. “Still want to help me, doll face?” He releases the armrest with his right hand and places it on her knee, making her jump, and a whimper escapes her nude-painted lips.
“Haidyn,” I say, announcing my presence.
He gives a rough laugh, pushing off her chair, and she stands to run out of the room, pushing me out of the way.
