Page 76 of Ravaged By the Dark (The Righteous 2)
The warehouse looked typical—bland concrete walls, high disgustingly dirty windows, and poor lighting throughout the large, echoey place. She could hear talking, and soon the towering shelves they’d been weaving through came to an end, and the space opened into a makeshift living area, or maybe party spot was a better description.
Couches were placed all over in a haphazard fashion, tables with an assortment of drugs were strewn around like candy. Women wearing no more than she did when she danced sat on men’s laps, some very obviously having sex and not caring who saw. Most ignored her, but some stared as she was escorted past. She swallowed hard. The reality of what would become of her was sinking in.
Her soul was going to be slowly ripped away until she was nothing more than a scantily clad monkey to pleasure whoever wanted her. If she were lucky, she would be so high most of the time that she wouldn’t notice. But this was it, and there was no running from this horror show. A sudden fearful thought sliced through her brain.
What if Tyson did want kids?
She wasn’t going to be his broodmare. She’d find a way to kill herself first or rip out her uterus.
Renee dug her nails into the palm of her hand to keep from turning and making a break for it, her conviction slipping as apprehension of what was to come clawed at her throat.
They neared a separate large room that had probably been built as an office within the warehouse. Renee’s step faltered as her brain was screaming that she was an idiot, but her heart told her this was her only choice to save more from the same fate as her mother.
Like a horror movie, a large bloodstain came out from under the office door. It drew a morbid line down the aisleway into the darkness—this wasn’t like a horror movie. It was a horror movie, one that she was about to walk straight into voluntarily. Pain ripped at her chest as she stared at the smear of drying blood. Her mother’s dying wish was for her to run, and here she was handing herself over. She had to, though—she was Cody’s only hope.
The jerk she was walking with opened the door, and her feet skidded to a halt. The first thing to assault her senses was stale smoke, closely followed by the sweet coppery scent of blood, but it was fresh. That, mixed with the old smell of sex and sweat, had her stomach rolling. An actual pit of vipers would’ve been preferable to this piss hole.
Renee could just make out a table to the side of the room that had blood coating the surface, and she quickly looked away as a flash of her mother’s face when the trigger was pulled threatened to undo her.
The only other thing she could see was Tyson’s naked back and ass as he fucked someone bent over his desk. It was obvious he didn’t care that people could come into the room and see him, and he didn’t bother to acknowledge their presence. The sound of slapping skin was loud, but the girl made no sounds of pleasure as her hands gripped the edge of the desk and her cheek laid on the metal.
Renee looked away, crossing her arms over her chest, silently refusing to step into the room. The jerk grabbed her arm. His gripped fingers were going to leave a bruise as he roughly dragged her the rest of the way into the makeshift office. Her brother was chained in the corner, bright silver tape over his mouth, but when their eyes met, she regretted her choice to come here. He looked pissed off that she’d come, not relieved. His eyes shot daggers at her, and she swallowed hard with his icy stare.
“I had to,” she mouthed, and he rolled his eyes and looked away. She wanted to run to him and shake him, explain that she couldn’t leave him here to die because of her. She tried to will him to look at her again, but he just stared at the ground. The look of defeat on his face was almost too much. Maybe she had made the wrong choice.
“Oh fuck, Bambi, your ass is so tight,” Tyson grunted.
Renee cringed and knew for certain Tyson was doing this for her benefit now. She drew her eyes away from her brother just as Tyson yelled her name and thrust his hips one last time in the listless girl. He gave the unknown girl a hard smack on the ass.
“You can go, but be ready for round two later. Oh, and make sure you clean out that asshole of yours. I plan on fucking it good and hard.”
Tyson turned to face her and didn’t even have the decency to zip up. The thing was coated in clear juices while his own continued to dribble on the floor. She swallowed the bit of vomit that rose in her mouth, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging her own discomfort or the obvious display of his “manhood.”
The dismissed girl shuffled past her, and Renee tried not to notice the bruises and pattern of scars that covered her body, but they were impossible to miss. Their eyes met briefly, but her hazel eyes were dull, and the only word that came to Renee’s mind was lifeless.
“Don’t worry, Bambi, our time won’t be like that. I plan on taking my time with you,” Tyson said. He tucked his dick back in his jeans, which was wise since she was liable to rip it off.
“Lucky me,” she bit out.
Tyson smirked as he sauntered closer, the gold chains around his neck jingling as he neared. “So you decided to save your brother. Too bad about your mom.”
Renee ground her teeth, anger bubbling like a cauldron in her gut.
“You didn’t have to kill her.”
“No, but I enjoyed it.” He shrugged. “She owed me money, and she tried to run. She deserved what she got. You really shouldn’t believe everything that people tell you.”
Tyson poured himself a drink from the bottle on his desk.
“She never gave me any money, so that bullshit she spewed about trying to raise funds and for you to run was all talk. News flash, your mother was a waste of space.”
Renee narrowed her eyes at the disgusting piece of trash standing before her.
“You always planned on killing her, didn’t you?” Tyson smiled wide.
“Now you’re catching on. Of course, luring you here was just a bonus. I’m not sure why you care so much with the way she dumped everything on you.”
Renee’s eyes went wide. She didn’t know that Tyson knew so much.
