Their Captive

With a grunt that sounds more like a war cry, she is on Declan, her small hands clenched into tiny fists pounding on his chest. “I fucking hate you!” she yells at him, pushing against him one last time before he snatches her wrists in one hand.

She keeps wiggling in his hold, but he just kicks her legs out from under her and lowers her to the floor to pin her down. In less than five seconds, she is completely immobilized.

“You can hate me all you want, it doesn’t change anything. Keep telling yourself you didn’t want it. Maybe you’ll start to believe your own lies.” He gets off of her and walks past us. “Keep your pet on a leash or I’ll teach her to behave.”

Thankful that I didn’t have to stop Declan from doing something stupid, I walk over to help her up, but she just shrugs me off. “Don’t touch me,” she says bitterly and something inside of me snaps. I know she’s going through shit right now, trying to digest all of it, but she doesn’t get to shrug me off. Grabbing her by the arm I pull her up roughly.

“I’ll touch you whenever the fuck I want to,” I growl into her face.

She doesn’t believe us anyway so there’s no reason to treat her like an actual princess now. In the end, we can’t have her thinking that we are weak, even if she does come to her senses, we can’t have her expecting mercy from us simply because we told her the truth.

“You don’t have to believe us, but you will respect us. Put your hands on my brother again and I’ll let him have his way with you.” I drag her to the couch and make her sit. She looks up at me defiantly like she wants to fight, but beneath that, I can see the lust filter into her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter if you help us or not the outcome will be the same. You can’t leave so either you die, or you stay here with us. How pleasant or unpleasant your stay will be is going to depend solely on you,” Wes explains to her.

“You can’t just keep me prisoner for the rest of my life. I’m a human, not some fucking animal.”

“Why not? Who is going to stop us? No one knows where we are and no one is going to find us here,” Wes says as I sit down next to her and rest my hand on her bare thigh possessively. I don’t squeeze enough to hurt her but enough to let her know who is in control.

“We thought treating you nice would make this easier, but maybe we were wrong. Maybe we need to keep this simple so you know your place.”

Her head whips in my direction, the fire in her gaze is intoxicating. I want her. I want to hurt her, touch her, consume her.

“And what exactly is my place here?”

“You are ours now, we do whatever we want, use you whenever we want and you’re going to tell us everything you know, whether you want to or not. Do you understand?”

I tighten my grip on her thigh. Her pupils are already dilated, and she is staring at me with her lips pressed tightly together. She’s looking for a fight and I’m about to give her one.

“I asked you a question. Do you understand?” I give her another chance to answer and when she still refuses, I squeeze her thighs even harder, my touch a smidge above bruising. “Answer me or we’re going to have to teach you some manners.”

She keeps scowling, clear defiance in her eyes, acting like a child testing her boundaries. My blood is already boiling, more with need than with anger at this point.

It’s obvious she wants to see what happens when we lose control. Maybe she even likes the idea of us putting her in her place, either way, my cock is more than ready to punish every orifice on her body.

“Fuck you,” she spits, sealing her fate. I glance over at Wes who is already smirking and shaking his head.

“Oh, you will. You’ll fuck all of us.”

“No, I won’t. I’m still sore.” She makes an attempt at prying my hands off her legs, but she’s not strong enough. She’ll never overpower us, never escape. She belongs to us now, forever, until we decide we’re done with her.

“Guess you should’ve thought of that before you decided to mouth off.” I grab one of her wrists, while Wes grabs the other and we pull her up to her feet. I already have the perfect punishment.

“Wes, get the handcuffs and meet us in Declan’s room,” I order, right before I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. She gives my back a few laughable punches before she gives up. I knock on Declan’s door with my foot and he opens it a second later.