Their Captive

“If you stop now, maybe I can convince my father to help you find out who really did this to your family.” I’m grasping at straws, hoping I can end this before it turns into a complete nightmare.

Trey laughs, nudging Wes in the shoulder. “You hear that? She’s bartering. Acting like she doesn’t know what kind of man her father is.”

My stomach rolls and I swear I’m seconds away from vomiting. I pull against the ropes, wishing for an escape.

Trey’s words only ignite the fire in Wes’s gaze.

“You’re going to help us whether you want to or not,” Declan answers this time.

“Camera is ready,” Trey announces, and I go back to staring at the ceiling. Maybe if I crawl deep enough inside my mind, I can escape this moment. I grit my teeth, trying to stop my trembling lips, my trembling body. I feel the bed dip before Wes starts talking right next to me. Tears spring from my eyes, sliding down my cheeks, and still, I keep my gaze on the ceiling.

“Jonathan, remember us? You’re probably surprised to see us since you had the hotels where we were staying blown up. Unfortunately for you, we had already left. I’ll spare you all the boring details on what we’ve been up to. None of that is important. What is, however, is who we have with us today.” I don’t glance over to see his face but can hear the amusement in his tone. He is enjoying this, enjoying hurting me, my father, even though neither of us has done anything.

“As you might recall, you sent us a video of how our family died. We were just thinking since we have your daughter here, we should return the favor…unless you are willing to give us what we want.” He pauses briefly, and I hold my breath wondering what will happen next.

“Hand over the USB stick and we’ll let your daughter live. Of course, we need to make sure you understand how serious we are, so we’re going to give you a little taste of what’s to come.” He barely finishes the words before I feel his huge hand around my neck, squeezing it until it’s hard to breathe. My lungs burn, and spots form over my vision.

No! No!

Another hand shoves my panties to the side and rough fingers start to rub against my tender flesh. They aren’t gentle and I try to squeeze my thighs together to stop the assault, but the rope won’t give away even an inch. Another hand gropes my breasts and pinches my nipple much harder than Wes or even Trey had done earlier. A scream tries to escape my throat, but I bite the inside of my cheek and swallow it down. I won’t give them the satisfaction of hearing me.

“Scream, Princess, scream for your daddy,” Wes says right beside my ear, so close that his minty breath fans over my face. Then he comes even closer, his lips graze my earlobe right before I feel his teeth biting it. His grip on my throat loosens just as he bites down hard.

“Scream!” Trey orders on the other side of me. Time stands still for a moment and I see Wes and Trey exchange a look.

“Oh, you don’t want to beg us anymore?” Trey sneers and then out of nowhere a finger sinks deep inside me, it’s thick and intrusive and it remains still inside of me. At the same time, my nipple is twisted painfully. My eyes are closed again, and I don’t know who is doing what, all I know is that there are multiple hands on me, touching me all over.

The finger inside of me moves a little, but it’s surprisingly gentle, almost like he’s curling his finger inside of me hitting some spot that sends a jolt of pleasure through me. I want to hold onto that feeling but with all the other hands on me…hurting me, I can’t concentrate on it. Everything runs together, pain and pleasure bleed into each other and the onslaught of sensations becomes too much to contain the scream waiting to pass my lips.

I want to believe they won’t take it further, but I’m not dumb. They want revenge, they want my tears, my pain. They want me to feel all that they have. Fear grips me, sinking its claws deep inside my chest. And with that, I release a cry of pain that echoes through the room and probably all the way down the hall.

As soon as the scream leaves my lips, I regret it. I don’t want my father to see me like this, to be afraid for me. I don’t want to give in to their demands. I don’t want to believe the vile things they’re saying about my father. I suck in a shaky breath, trying to get my erratic heartbeat under control.