“The things I’m going to use to fuck you…you have no idea. It’s going to be…beautiful...and I’m gonna invite every single one of my friends to join in too. I’m really gonna go to town on your little pussy and tight ass. Get ready for it. Fun begins tonight.”
He wiggled his eyebrows and left the room. I had to stop myself from spitting or hitting out at him before he left. He really was born from the depths of hell and he deserved to go back there as soon as possible.
“If you can shut your mind off and drift off to another place away from here it helps.” Lyla said to try and offer me some comfort. “That’s what I do when he…uses my body…I go back to the beach we used to holiday at when we were children.”
I wanted to reach forward and hug her, she was so fragile and broken down, but I could tell from her body language that she wouldn’t want me touching her. In this private moment with myself and Evan she had control over her own body, something she obviously didn’t have very often and I didn’t want to intrude upon that.
“I’m sorry Lyla, I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”
“It’s okay, I’ve had worse.” She smiled weakly.
Once I was trussed up in the ridiculous ‘outfit’ Evan took my arm and led me out of the room.
“Don’t make a fuss once you’re down there.” He started to say cryptically, “He’ll like the fight and it’ll go worse for you if you do. He usually spends the time before the party drinking and getting ready. You should take the time to…mentally prepare yourself. You’ll need it. The last thing you want is him coming to you again all angry that you disturbed him. Trust me.”
I did. I knew now that whatever Evan was saying was to help me out.
“Where will you be?” I asked turning to look at them both.
“We’re serving drinks and snacks.” Lyla said sadly.
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” I smiled.
“It is when you’re the table, and if you drop one thing they whip you or worse.” She sighed.
Oh. My. God. Was he expecting these two to curl up and crawl around all night like freaks serving drinks and things from their backs? What kind of fucked up world had I entered?
“Don’t look at us like that Chloe.” Evan said, “We’ve got the good deal compared to you.” And with that he led me into the room where I would be ‘secured’.
Chapter 31
This wasn’t a room no it was a dungeon; a darkened torture chamber. The brick walls were damp and cold and the smell of mildew filled my nostrils. There were a number of shackles hanging from the wall, one of which was to be my holding place for however long the ‘boss’ saw fit to keep me here. There weren’t any windows to let in natural light, only four strip lights that buzzed, one flickering slightly as it neared its end. I knew how it felt.
There was a wall full of whips, chains, floggers and what looked like various horse riding gear hung up from hooks and nails. Another wall held a glass cabinet full of vibrators of every size shape and colour, along with butt plugs and various other weird and painful looking ‘toys’. Opposite that wall was the worst section of this dungeon; knives, scalpels, saws, drills, contraptions that looked like whisks or metal sculptures with spikes and blades hung off the wall or sat on the shelves shining bright but holding the darkest threats of all.
Whatever was going to happen down here was not going to be pleasant I knew that for sure. I also knew I had very little chance of escape once I was locked into those shackles that Evan now held out to me.
“Fuck this shit.” I shook my head determined to defy anyone and everyone right now. “You’re not locking me in here and leaving me.”
“Oh but he is.”
The gruff voice sounded from the door. He knew I wouldn’t play ball that’s why he was lurking around in the shadows like a demon.
“Cuff her.” He ordered but I shrugged Evan off easily, he was so weak and feeble.
“You are bloody useless.”
He snapped and punched Evan in the face making him fall to the ground clutching his nose as fresh red blood oozed between his fingers.
Then a knife was pushed into the side of my own neck, I felt the sharp point pierce my skin and the hot trickle of blood as he increased the pressure.
In my ear he breathed, “Get your fucking arms and legs into place or I’ll tie you to that table and cut off every last piece of material from your body and fuck you bloody with every last toy from over there.” He pointed the blade over to the wall of knives, but it was the table that also filled me with dread. It was like a butcher’s block for humans, with cuffs at each corner and blood stains that had long since dried to a brown pattern in the wood. Tales of the violence that had taken place before.
I took a deep breath in and thought hard about letting him just slit my throat and end this nightmare right now, but as he pushed himself forward to brush up against my back and show me how aroused he was because of my resistance I felt a solid object in the left side of his trousers. I glimmer of hope
sprung fresh in my mind. ‘Don’t let him win Chloe, don’t give up’ my inner voice called out. I was my Father’s daughter and I couldn’t go down without a fight. I had to give myself a chance to escape, or at least give myself something to fight with. Using my Father’s legacy, an expert slight of hand I gently slipped two fingers into his pocket undetected and eased out what felt like a small knife. I held it close to my wrist hidden from view behind my back. Bingo! I inwardly cheered, and he didn’t feel a damn thing.
He stepped away from me and pulled Evan up off the floor propelling him forward into my direction to carry on with his task.