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We leave the dungeon, as Ghost calls it, together as a group. Well, minus Snow who fucked off earlier with Seytan. He’s not one of us anyway. In the lift, none of us speak, but I’d wager that we’re all thinking something similar: That we got off far too lightly on that punishment, and therefore there must be something more to come.
The unknown makes me uneasy, but I push those feelings to the side, determined to focus on taking care of Kayla.
Starting with the burn on her forearm that Snow inflicted.
I want to fucking kill him for it – even though the logical, damaged part of my brain knows he had no choice.
I’d be lying if I said we didn’t enjoy torturing Kayla. It’s in our nature, all of ours, to crave chaos and pain like that, and using permanent methods to make her ours plays right into our depraved fantasies. There’s no denying it. And if she hadn’t enjoyed it as much as us, I’d probably feel some sort of guilt or remorse, but instead I just feel a deep-seated sense of satisfaction that this girl is perfect for us.
On the main floor, everyone filters off to their rooms, Ghost and Night sticking with me until we’re outside their doors. Wordlessly, we say goodnight and I kick open the door to Kayla’s room. The place is completely ransacked but that could just be her personality. It wouldn’t surprise me if her room is chaotic. I know mine is.
I place her on the bed and make sure she’s okay before heading into the bathroom to draw her a bath. I rummage around in the cupboards for some bath salts to chuck in, and pull out the first aid kid.
Maybe a bath isn’t such a good idea with burns, cuts and fresh piercings.
Fuck. I should have asked someone what was best.
There’s a burn gel in the kit that I hope will help soothe her arm, and some antiseptic ointment that I hope will be alright on her cuts.
There’s no denying she’s beautiful, but she’s a mess. Covered in scrapes and bruises, wounds that are both old and new. Maybe I should speak to the others about going easy on her. She’s not been here that long, and it would be a shame to break her so early on. Though I’m sure she could take it.
When she’s all cleaned up, I pull off her clothes and cover her with the blankets before stripping down to my boxer shorts and sliding into bed beside her. My fingers trail down her arm until they reach the burn and I apply the gel gently, hoping that it will soothe her pain.
Then I take her into my arms, her back to my front, and hold her tight.
Can cuddling be a kink? If so, I’m afflicted. There’s nothing I love more than to hold a woman – the right woman – all night long, and to wake up beside her in the morning. Sure, I enjoy a little blood play too, but nothing gets me harder than proper aftercare, snuggles and consent.
As I hold Kayla, I can feel her body relax against mine, and I know that she needs this as much as I do. She needs to know that we’re not all monsters in this place, and that we can be gentle, too.
I press my lips to the back of her neck and whisper in her ear, “You’re safe with me, Sugar Puff. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” She stirs slightly in my arms, but I’m not convinced that she’s awake.
“You can sleep now,” I say softly. “I’ll be here with you all night, darlin’.”
With that, she completely relaxes and surrenders herself to a deep sleep in my arms, her breathing even and her body supple. I stroke her hair gently, knowing that she needs this rest after the ordeal she’s been through.
As I lie there with her, I can’t help but wonder how we got here. How did we become these depraved individuals who enjoy inflicting pain? And yet, I can’t imagine anything else. It’s a part of me, and it always will be.
But with Kayla, I feel like things could be different. We’ve never taken a woman as our own in here. There’s been limited access to the opposite sex, and while I know I’ve slept with some of the staff, I know some of the guys haven’t and others have done it a lot more than me.
There’s something about Kayla though. I know we all feel it – even Snow if he’d get his head out of his arse long enough to realise it. She’s not like any of the other women I’ve slept with, and I’d say the same for the other guys is probably true too. There’s something about her that draws me in, and I can’t resist the urge to protect her.
As the night wears on, I find myself drifting off to sleep, with Kayla still in my arms. It’s a peaceful slumber, one that I haven’t experienced in a long time. And when I wake up in the morning, I feel more refreshed than I have in weeks.
I glance down at Kayla, who is still sound asleep in my embrace. She looks so innocent and vulnerable, and I feel a fierce protectiveness come over me. I know that we’re not good for her, but I can’t let her go now. Not when I can feel her heart beating against my chest, and her warmth seeping into my skin.
I softly kiss her forehead, before carefully extricating myself from her and heading to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day ahead. We have work to do, and I need to figure out how to keep Kayla safe in this dangerous world we’re slaves to.
I think it’s going to take all six of us to protect her. And that means making peace with Snow and bringing him on board as soon as possible.
As I get dressed, I think about the others. How will they react to my attachment to Kayla? I know that they all felt something for her during the punishment, but will they be okay with me wanting to keep her close? I think Night is fully on board, besotted with her if his marks of ownership are anything to go by. And there’s definitely chemistry between her and Ghost. But what about the others?
Could she be the one for us? The one to unite us and free us from this hell?
I push those thoughts aside for now, knowing that I have more pressing matters to attend to. I need to talk to Ghost and Night about what comes next. We need to keep Kayla safe, and that means being on high alert for any danger that might come our way.
But for now, I’ll head to the roof with my coffee to bask in the warmth of the morning sun and the possibility of a brighter future for us all. With Kayla by our side, maybe we can find a way out of this darkness and into the light. And maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to heal ourselves and each other.
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