Page 29 of Shattered Souls

I suck in a breath, and suddenly Seek’s hands are looping the leather around my neck. My body comes alive against my will with both of their hands on me. I can picture the two of them worshiping my body so vividly in my mind that I have to slam my eyes shut and force the images away.

“Something wrong, little scarecrow?” Seek purrs as he slides both loops on his pointer finger and abruptly yanks me to his body. Hyde’s grip doesn’t loosen, so not only am I now flush with Seek—my head is pulled back, and my neck exposed.

My mouth falls open. My skin feels like it’s on fire with desire. What is wrong with me? I shouldn’t feel this way toward the man—no men—that kidnapped me and now hold me hostage in a sensory deprivation room.

But at the same time, I haven’t been touched by someone in so long. And even when it was touched last…well, let’s just say there’s a bad taste in my mouth from that.

“I asked you a question.” The tension on my hair lessens and I almost let out a breath. It’s stolen from my lungs when I feel Hyde’s hard length press into the curve of my ass. My eyes meet Seek’s, but his are pinned on my still agape mouth.

“No.” I sound as breathless as I feel.

“You sure?” He leans down and skims his lips over the shell of my ear. Hyde grinds into me with a groan.

“Please.”

“Please, what?” Hyde’s hand wraps around my thigh and inches towards my already throbbing clit. Seek nips at my ear and my body threatens to come undone.

“Please let me go.” I whimper and hope they think it’s in desperation to leave the situation and not from how much I like this.

He brings his face back to mine in the same breath that Hyde takes one large step away from me and heads towards his room. My body sags with the removal of their combined heat. My eyes fall to the bulge in his pants and the small wet spot at the crest. When my eyes snap back to Seek, I see something that resembles pain flash across his dark eyes.

He reaches into his pocket and produces a small heart shaped lock. “This is to stay on you at all times. It will be taken off if, and only if, you manage to escape in the next eight weekends.”

He loops the lock through both metal rings and bites the lock into place. I feel my freedom vanish the second I hear the snap. When he lets go of me to readjust himself, I bring my hand up and toy with the heaviness of the heart.

“Look,” I avoid looking him in the eye. “I’m agreeing to this crazy plan you have. But, can I please get out of the room? I need energy for tomorrow—shit, for the whole weekend. We both know I’m never going to make it out within the first few nights—so can I please just sleep on the couch or something? You can cuff me to something so I can’t escape.”

“I’m not the one that will grant you luxury here. Hyde may have let you shower in his room—but I will gladly let you struggle with taking whore baths in your sink before I let you think you run this place.” He pats the top of my head like a dog and steps aside, motioning for me to reenter my room.

“Please, Seek.” Saying his scare actor name seems so wrong in the moment, but it’s not like we had time to get the pleasantries out of the way when I was thrown over a shoulder and tossed in here.

“Let’s go.”

I don’t think, I just act.

I spin and sprint towards where I saw Hyde disappear to. The hallway is long and dark with two doors on either side of me. I can hear Seek behind me mumbling to himself about how he knew it was a mistake to take me and how it would be so much easier if they just killed me.

I try the door to the left, a large bed with ruffled sheets eats the majority of the room, but no Hyde. I try the next on my right and gasp when the handle is ripped from my hands by a very pissed looking Hyde.

He grips my upper arm and steps out into the hallway. Seek is at the threshold of the living area, his feet rooted in their spot. My chest’s rising and falling with the impending panic attack as Hyde signs something so fast to his brother that my head goes dizzy trying to keep up.

“She ran because I told her she couldn’t sleep outside her room.” Hyde looks down at me and I try, and fail, to soften my face to him. He turns back to his brother and signs something else.

“No, I don’t think it’s a good idea. She was told she had to earn the privilege to leave the room.”

Hyde’s hand is going crazy.

“Look, I get that she didn’t do anything the whole three days she was in there, but this,” He circles me with his hands dramatically. “Isn’t smart.”

Hyde makes a noise that borders on a growl before yanking me into his room and slamming the door behind us. I shrink in on myself and stare wide eyed at his frame.

Gone are the pants he was wearing pressed against me. Only his boxers remain, a spot of precum swelling on the fabric. And his large member is threatening to stare me down if he so much as moves wrong.

He points to his bed and I take the order to sit.

His room is dark with a hint of purposeful mess. The bed I’m sitting on has black sheets and a black comforter, that are both rumpled in a heap at the foot. The floor has a few articles of clothing scattered across but what catches my eye are the papers strewn across a desk in the corner.

He walks over to the bathroom he showered me in a few nights ago, so I take the chance and walk over to the desk. I glide my left hand over the papers to spread them more evenly, my right limply hanging.