I groan. After I fall apart a second time, he flips me over and starts all over again from behind. I stare off into space; my body feels distant as he uses me for his enjoyment.
Chapter 12
After using me, Demon bathes me and dries me himself with a towel. I don’t know what to do or say, so I do nothing. I let him care for me because that’s what it feels like he’s doing.
By the time he takes me back to my room, better known as my cell, Natasha is already there. I cry as I look at her as she glares at Demon securing my chains. “Hope you had a good night, girls.” He grins and locks the door behind him.
“Are you ok?” Natasha asks.
“I’ll be fine.” I quietly answer.
“What happened?” She sounds concerned and she has a reason to be.
“What do you think?” I ask sarcastically.
“Shit.” She curses. “Did he?” She struggles to ask.
“Use his favourite knife? Yes he did.” I finish.
“Fuck, when I saw you with him I was so worried.” She confesses.
“How are you?” I ask. “Last time I saw you, you were being chocked.”
“Same shit different day.” She responds and I nod, even though she can’t see me. “Let’s just take a much needed breather from this fucked up bullshit.”
“Amen.” I whisper, feeling sleepy already from all the madness and crying.
My eyes begin to flutter when I hear the click of the lock. I hear Natasha gasp and I rub the sleep from my eyes. When the door opens, I see the one and only Strike standing in the doorway, scowling down at me. He makes a beeline for me, crouching down to get right in my face.
“I’ve been hearing stories about you.” He sneers. “Seems like the good old Prez had you all to himself.”
I don’t reply, both me and Natasha stay silent.
“Don’t get used to it, little bitch.” He continues. “You prefer my cock, I know you do.”
Suddenly he yanks me up, my chains will only let me go into a standing position but that doesn’t bother him. Strike pins me up against the wall, spreading my legs with his knee. Natasha quickly follows, the light coming from outside the door letting me see the anger in her face.
“What’s the matter?” He asks Natasha. “Can’t save your girl? Too bad, you’re just going to have to watch.”
Strike struggles but he manages to get out his cock and apply a condom one handed and thrusts himself into me. I cry out in pain but he doesn’t give a shit. “You better not like Demon’s dick more than mine.” He growls, thrusting harder and harder. I look over his shoulder and find Natasha’s eyes. She gives me a smile as she stands and watches. She can’t get to me, but she still helps me. I keep eye contact with her, tears rolling down my face and hers too. Strike eventually comes, and like the gentleman he is he swings a right hook that lands on my left cheek and I slam to the floor. I hear Natasha scream and Strike tells her to shut up, leaving us alone again.
“Lauren?” She whimpers and I manage to lift my head, that punch was packing some weight. “Can you come any closer?”
I try to move but my head spins a little, eventually I make it close enough to her that she can touch me. She wraps her arms around me the best she can with her chains and kisses my forehead.
“I got you.” She whispers. “We only have each other in this shit, remember that, Lauren.”
Chapter 13
The days mix together and more men violate my body. I like to think of myself as a strong woman, but I’ve never had to cope with shit like this. Demon has often asked for me to be sent to his office where we will have sex, and with Demon I feel like it is sex. He doesn’t threaten me like the other men do, especially Strike. Speaking of Strike, he seems to have a weird jealous streak against Demon and weirdly it’s just Demon. The other members have taken me from my room, or taken a liking to me at the many parties and he doesn’t seem bothered. It’s only when Demon has me, he become scarily
Chapter 12
After using me, Demon bathes me and dries me himself with a towel. I don’t know what to do or say, so I do nothing. I let him care for me because that’s what it feels like he’s doing.
By the time he takes me back to my room, better known as my cell, Natasha is already there. I cry as I look at her as she glares at Demon securing my chains. “Hope you had a good night, girls.” He grins and locks the door behind him.
“Are you ok?” Natasha asks.
“I’ll be fine.” I quietly answer.
“What happened?” She sounds concerned and she has a reason to be.
“What do you think?” I ask sarcastically.
“Shit.” She curses. “Did he?” She struggles to ask.
“Use his favourite knife? Yes he did.” I finish.
“Fuck, when I saw you with him I was so worried.” She confesses.
“How are you?” I ask. “Last time I saw you, you were being chocked.”
“Same shit different day.” She responds and I nod, even though she can’t see me. “Let’s just take a much needed breather from this fucked up bullshit.”
“Amen.” I whisper, feeling sleepy already from all the madness and crying.
My eyes begin to flutter when I hear the click of the lock. I hear Natasha gasp and I rub the sleep from my eyes. When the door opens, I see the one and only Strike standing in the doorway, scowling down at me. He makes a beeline for me, crouching down to get right in my face.
“I’ve been hearing stories about you.” He sneers. “Seems like the good old Prez had you all to himself.”
I don’t reply, both me and Natasha stay silent.
“Don’t get used to it, little bitch.” He continues. “You prefer my cock, I know you do.”
Suddenly he yanks me up, my chains will only let me go into a standing position but that doesn’t bother him. Strike pins me up against the wall, spreading my legs with his knee. Natasha quickly follows, the light coming from outside the door letting me see the anger in her face.
“What’s the matter?” He asks Natasha. “Can’t save your girl? Too bad, you’re just going to have to watch.”
Strike struggles but he manages to get out his cock and apply a condom one handed and thrusts himself into me. I cry out in pain but he doesn’t give a shit. “You better not like Demon’s dick more than mine.” He growls, thrusting harder and harder. I look over his shoulder and find Natasha’s eyes. She gives me a smile as she stands and watches. She can’t get to me, but she still helps me. I keep eye contact with her, tears rolling down my face and hers too. Strike eventually comes, and like the gentleman he is he swings a right hook that lands on my left cheek and I slam to the floor. I hear Natasha scream and Strike tells her to shut up, leaving us alone again.
“Lauren?” She whimpers and I manage to lift my head, that punch was packing some weight. “Can you come any closer?”
I try to move but my head spins a little, eventually I make it close enough to her that she can touch me. She wraps her arms around me the best she can with her chains and kisses my forehead.
“I got you.” She whispers. “We only have each other in this shit, remember that, Lauren.”
Chapter 13
The days mix together and more men violate my body. I like to think of myself as a strong woman, but I’ve never had to cope with shit like this. Demon has often asked for me to be sent to his office where we will have sex, and with Demon I feel like it is sex. He doesn’t threaten me like the other men do, especially Strike. Speaking of Strike, he seems to have a weird jealous streak against Demon and weirdly it’s just Demon. The other members have taken me from my room, or taken a liking to me at the many parties and he doesn’t seem bothered. It’s only when Demon has me, he become scarily
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