We could hear a scuffle coming from the room to our left. As I opened the door, I saw Locke giving skinny Pete a final blow to his head, before he slumped to the floor, blood pouring from his nose. “Fucking bastard, tried to burn me with his fag.” Locke said rubbing his arm. CJ and I started laughing much to the annoyance of Locke.
We continued to search the building, to no avail. It was used as storage and apart from the bottle of Jack I saw earlier, it hadn’t been used in a while. “FUCK! Where is she?”
Harlow
I was lying face down on the cold hard floor in what looked like a basement. The light that shone down the stairs from the opened door above, made me think that I was held in a storage room from the amount of boxes stacked up around me.
I could hear water dripping from the corner of the room and the faint sound of people talking upstairs. I tried to move but I was bound by zip straps around my ankles and wrists that were secured in front of me. They were tight and digging into my skin, stopping the blood flowing freely. I was in excruciating pain and looking at the angle of my left arm, knew that it was broken. I was drifting in and out of consciousness and was losing all hope of someone saving me.
I heard footsteps and began to panic. I started to experience difficulty breathing and had tightness in my chest. “Please…I need…my asthma pump.” I finally asked trying to appeal to my captor’s better nature.
Patch started to laugh. “It doesn’t matter to me if you die now or later babe. But I would prefer to fuck that tight cunt of yours whilst you’re alive.” Patch crouched down running his hand up my bare legs, before running his finger between my cheeks. “And your arse.” Someone cleared their throat. “Leave her alone Patch, Hawkes direct instructions. She’ll get what’s coming to her eventually.” I recognised that voice, it was Flex. Had he come to save me? No wait, he was looking at me differently, cold.
Flex crouched down placing my asthma pump between my lips and pressed it. He did this twice more and I was thankful for the relief. “You’ll get it soon, bitch.” Patch said kicking me in the ribs before leaving me alone to go back upstairs. They closed the door behind them with a bang. I lay in the darkness trying to control my breathing, where I finally feel asleep.
When I woke I didn’t know how long I’d been out for. I could hear heavy boots moving around upstairs and was grateful they were leaving me alone. I started to think that help wasn’t coming and tried to look around the room to see how I could get out of this situation. I tried to remove my hand from the zip strap to no avail. The movement seamed to tighten the strap and my arms were going numb the longer I laid on them.
Suddenly the door flung open and I could see Hawke making his way down the stairs with a smile on his face. “Hello Princess, have you missed me?” He made his way closer and knelt down beside me. “Sorry it’s taken so long to come and see you. I hope the guys have been treating you well?” This arsehole was goading me. He leant over me and I could see the glint of the knife blade. He quickly started slicing around my head on the floor. I was puzzled as to what he was doing but quickly realised he had chopped off my hair.
Hawke picked me up by my good arm and slung me into a wooden chair that was positioned in the middle of the room. The pain ripped through my body and I wanted to cry but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I slumped in the chair all too aware of my nakedness and cringed as he looked me up and down licking his lips. I became petrified of what he may do to me.
He took out his bigger knife that was attached to his belt and tapped it on the palm of his left hand as he stalked towards me. He knelt in front of me, cutting the zip straps around my ankles freeing my legs. I felt instant relief as the blood started to flow to my ankles and feet. “I’ve waited so long Princess to have you naked before me.” He taunted me further, running the knife up my leg from my ankle to my knee. He continued moving the blade up my leg until it was resting on my inner thigh. “I wanted you as my old lady. Was that so much to ask for Princess?” He almost looked pained staring directly into my eyes. “I…I was”, Hawke slapped me around the face, “Shut up bitch!” He shouted. I could taste the blood filling my mouth and my lip stung like hell.
“Your dad was a wanker! Who the hell did he think he was, stopping the President from having his daughter?” He grabbed the bridge of his nose, trying to compose his anger. “You would have made a good old lady. I could’ve taught you to service me and the club well. But oh no, Daddy had other plans for you.” He was now shouting and I could feel the blade pierce my skin. I let out a scream. “No Brother was ever good enough for you.” He started to dig the blade further into my leg. I screamed in pain as he pushed the blade in deeper. “Does that hurt Princess? That’s how it felt, every time you and your dad told me no.” He was like a madman possessed.