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“She’s not only a blood whore, but she’s a tight fuck,” he laughs, smacking her on the rear end. Gritting my teeth, I have to keep calm. I can’t blow up. Not fucking yet.
Chapter Twenty-One
Myhearthammersinmy chest, threatening to explode. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it erupted right where it sits.
Time has passed, that I know of, but I’m not sure how much. It could be days or hours. No windows, watches or clocks give me a set schedule. When my three tormentors come into the room, they’re always in different clothing. It’s hard to determine if they’re in new clothes because of torture sessions or because it’s a different day.
While I’ve had slight down time, I can’t help the places that my mind wanders. Nomad and Techy are the two main subjects of my imagination. There are points where I lay here that I debate whether they truly existed, or if it was all a dream. A dream that happened so fast, then I was awakened by my worst nightmare.
It’s almost entirely an out-of-body experience at this point. I’m living this torture, yet I’m simply nothere.When they use me for their own pleasure in whatever way they deem, I’m not thinking about them. My happy place is back at the club.
Satan’s Wheels MC quickly became my sanctuary. A place where I knew I could call home. It didn’t matter that I didn’t have anyone else to call, no one to rescue me. They rescued me from myself a few times. If they wanted to know something, they asked. If I wasn’t ready to share, they didn’t push me.
Gosh, I’m getting sappy.
Tears burn the back of my eyes as I think back to the wonderful time I had with them. It’s hard to believe that those two men quickly became someone I could rely on. Especially since I knew men were the reason for my hurt, my tears, my scars.
Nomad and Techy took on the challenge of my trauma and helped push me past it.
I damn near succeeded too.
All that was left was for me to tell them how I felt about them. How much I really wanted to keep them in my life. They were constantly touching me, checking in on me, making sure I was okay. I know they felt the same, but Widower already said they wanted me to be on my own timeline. Right when I was ready to take that next step, I got struck with a stroke of bad luck.
Unfortunately, that seems to be my entire life story.
Back luck.
Ravi slams into the room with a huge smile. “Get the fuck up.” I don’t have time to process as he strides over to me and yanks me off the bed by my hair. My entire body screams as he throws me around like a rag doll. Silence is my only key for survival. Or it could be a fast track to my death.
I’m not going to be picky.
Stumbling a few steps, he tugs me through the doorway and down the hall. A door slams open, and voices carry down the hall as we get closer.
Stephan and Ravi shove me through the doorway, and my face meets the floor. Ears ringing and eye sight blurring, I do my best to stay conscious. My teeth slam together, the familiar tinge of iron leaks onto my tongue.
The thick liquid trickles down my chin, trailing onto my chest and into my tattered shirt. In an effort to slow it, I lick my bottom lip and get as much off without moving.Hispresence is heavy behind me as he moves my hair. I can’t hear what he’s saying over the white noise in my ears.
Techy struggles against the bindings, his face contorted in anger as he yells something. My head gets light as I lose more blood, then Charles darts his tongue over my flooded flesh. I don’t think my spine could get any straighter at this point.
“Think she could make the gay guy straight?” Charles mutters, his breath hitting the wetness and shooting a tingle down my rod-hard spine.
“She doesn’t have a magic pussy,” Ravi snorts, twining his fingers through my hair and yanking my hair backward.
“Then let us go!” Techy snarls. The three men laugh at his failed attempts. Hands grip my shoulders and push, coercing me onto my knees.
Stephan moves swiftly over to Techy, unbuttoning his pants and fighting with him to get them off. With a swift kick, Techy manages to sack Stephan in the nuts.
Even I wince.
“You fucking-” Techy’s fists fly from behind his back, swinging on Stephan. A gun cocks from behind me and a hard metal pressed into my tattered hair. I can’t help the sob that pushes past my lips. I’m unsure if the tears are from relief or fear.
Probably both.
A wicked grin plasters onto my man’s mouth, his bloody teeth revealed.
My man?
“You’d be right to stop, Techy,” Charles demands, nudging me with the gun. Losing balance in my kneeled position, I tip forward and face plant into the ground. Again.
