Page 44 of Ravaged By the Dark (The Righteous 2)
The screams were loud before Cody made it down the stairs. He rounded the corner to the space that at one time was someone’s dining room and stared at the scene before him. At another time in his life, he would’ve been horrified, terrified even, but as he watched Tyson work now, all he felt was nothing. Cool indifference was the only way to live this life.
“You finally decided to join us,” Tyson said as he raised his arm and brought the broken end of a broom handle across the bare ass of the girl tied face down on the table. She still had her feet on the floor, her ankles tied to the heavy table legs, while the rest of her naked body was tied down tight with rope across the tabletop. Her breasts and face mushed against the hard surface.
Another crack sounded. These were no love taps, no slightly hard pain play. In fact, this wasn’t play at all. This was Tyson’s play, which was abuse, a way to cause as much pain and damage as possible. The petite brunette screamed as the wood landed three, four, five more times. Her pale skin showed the abuse—large red welts that were purple, with the blood rushing to the surface were scattered all over her body.
Cody didn’t recognize this girl. Normally, it was a girl who had stupidly joined the gang because she had some fucked-up fantasy about being in a gang or thought she was in love with Tyson ‘cause he was a bad boy. Hell, others joined because they wanted to have an endless supply of whatever was their drug of choice was.
The brunette’s eyes looked around the room as Tyson took a break and lazily sipped his beer. Those tear-filled eyes found his, and she mouthed, “please help.” Unfortunately, there was only one female he could play hero to at a time, and his dance card was already full.
“You can put the knife down for now.” Tyson smiled at him. “I’ve decided this is more of a games night,” he said as his arm came down again, this time across her shoulder blades. The scream of pain was sharp in his ears, but Tyson only smiled wider.
Fucking great.
“This is fucking hot!” one guy yelled.
“Yeah, boss hit her again, make her scream louder,” another said.
“I want to see blood,” came from the back of the packed room.
“I want to see her ass fucked,” Chad yelled.
Cody glanced over at the group of men lined up like at a fucking movie theatre. Their chairs side by side in a row and each with their cocks out. Streams of come already stained the floor, and he knew before this was over, the floor would look like fucked up abstract art. He remembered when each one of these fucking guys joined the gang and how each one of them was unable to stomach this shit at first.
Now, look at them. They reveled in the abuse, got off on the pain as much as Tyson did. Cody wondered why he hadn’t changed when the others had so easily.
“Down, boys, we will get there.” Tyson smiled and then held out a beer to him. Cody walked around the table and took the offering.
“So, what’s the game tonight,” Cody asked. He tried to sound enthusiastic, but he knew it wouldn’t reach his eyes.
Tyson gulped down the rest of his beer and flicked on the stereo. There was no worry that the cops would come knocking in this part of town. Not only were they one of a handful of houses occupied, but the other residents were too terrified of the Crimson Vipers’ wrath to say shit.
Tyson pulled the tight T-shirt off over his head and threw it at the girl. It landed on her head, and Tyson laughed as she shook her head, trying to remove the covering. Her crying had reduced to small whimpers, but there was no denying it—she knew she was in for it.
“This is, teach a bitch a lesson, night. Isn’t it, honey?” Tyson grabbed the girl’s face, and she whimpered as he pressed her cheeks together. “This is what happens when you say no to one of my boys.”
“Yeah! That’s right bitch. You don’t say no to us. We rule this area.”
Cody glared at the guy that had yelled the comment and shook his head slightly.
“So her crime was that she didn’t want to fuck your pathetically small dick, Chad?” Cody smirked as all the guys, including Tyson, laughed.
“Fuck you, Ice Man! My dick is just fine.” Chad rubbed the meager five inches like that was impressive.
“Please, you wouldn’t know a decent cock unless it fucked you up the ass. By then, it would be too late, and that virgin hole of yours would be torn to shit. If I’d been her, I would’ve run for the hills too. No one is getting off with that little thing.” Cody grabbed the front of his crotch to make his point as the guys laughed again.
“You’re a fucking asshole! She’s a cunt and deserves to be taught a lesson. Any girl that refuses to do our bidding needs to know their place. Just like that sweet fuck of a sister you have.”
Cody lunged and yanked Chad up by his shirt collar in one hand. Fear danced in Chad’s eyes as Cody pulled him close to his face.
“There is only one man that can talk about my sister. If you mention her name or even reference her again, I’ll rip your fucking tongue out of your head and fuck your ass with it before I kill you.”
“You know, I think Ice Man here has a good point. She only said no to you, Chad,” Tyson said, the maliciousness dripping off every word. “You two, go get me the desk and bring it in here.”
Tyson pointed at two of the other guys in the room, and they quickly jumped up to do his bidding. “This cheap slut begged me for my cock, didn’t you, honey?”
“Yeees,” she mumbled.
“Maybe it’s not her that needs to be punished tonight.” Tyson tapped his chin.
