Karma(10)

“Like what we both just went through?” I ask.

Natasha laughs. “Yours maybe, but sadly even with red handprints covering my body my punishment was a soft one.”

“Really?” I asked shocked with hearing she’s covered in red handprints.

“Really.” She confirms. “I’ve had a lot worse.”

“Like what?” I ask, feeling a little brave.

“Well, they have certain rooms here for whatever they fancy. Today I went to the whip room, but this time they decided to use their hands rather than the whips. Last week I was hung upside down while Strike fucked me.” She takes a deep breath. “It all depends on the man. They all have different needs and fantasies. Strike as you might have figured out is one of the worst, and Demon.”

“Demon?” I ask, sounding a little more shocked than I should.

“Yeah.” Natasha answers. “He likes knives when he’s fucking. Be careful with him Lauren, he’s a charmer but he is dangerous. How do you think he became the club president in the first place?”

“True.” I agree.

“He didn’t get Demon as his club name for nothing, the man is evil. But what you also need to watch out for is if he gets a little attached to you.”

“What?” I giggle.

“No, it’s not funny, Lauren. If Demon gets even the slightest bit attached, put him off. I mean it, the man is insane. Every woman he gets fond of ends up dead, because he got a little too excited with his knife. Don’t become that girl Lauren, do as he says but don’t be perfect.” She warns me.

“What happens to them?” I ask her.

“They become his go to girl. Nobody else is allowed to hurt them, but they can fuck her. They become his obsession and he wears them out. The girls are on the front line to his inner monster. He’s a cruel man so try not to stand out.” She sounds a little sad and I hear a slight whimper.

“Natasha?” I ask, concerned for her.

“No I’m fine.” She tries to assure me.

“Have you shared this room with another girl before me?” I have a horrible feeling I already know the answer.

“Yes.” She whispers. “She became Demon’s obsession and died from a deep wound to her neck.”

“Oh god I am so sorry!” I try to apologize as many times as I can until Natasha tells me to stop.

We spend the rest of the night comforting each other, and seeing as we are restricted due to our chains that’s only by holding hands.





Chapter 8




When I open my eyes, the first thing that comes to mind is the number fourteen. It’s the number of days I’ve been here. I’ve been here for two fucking weeks. I sigh heavily, trying to be as quiet as possible because I don’t want to wake Natasha. I can hear her softly snoring, poor girl, she had a tough day yesterday and I had to fucking watch!

After Demon saw what state I was in, and Strike paying me a visit, I’ve only just healed. Demon had the courtesy to get a doctor in here to look at me, but he didn’t look like any doctor I’ve seen before. The dude had a long beard, a leather vest and a shit load of tattoos but he helped me. He gave me some tablets for the pain, and sent me on my way but he also made it clear that I have no intercourse for two weeks otherwise I will be no use to anyone.

So yesterday, I had the pleasure of watching four men torture Natasha while she was tied and spread open on a table. They whipped, cut and beat her and she didn’t shed a single tear until we were alone in our room. I really admire her for that. I don’t think I could have done the same.

I’m staring into space when Natasha finally wakes up. I think her body needed the healing process. Maybe Demon should get the doctor for her too? Last time I saw her, she wasn’t looking so good.

“Stop looking at me.” She moans.

“How did you know that I was looking at you?” I smile.

“Because I can feel you staring,” She tiredly laughs. “It feels like a creepy stalker stare.”

I laugh along with her, trying to be as quiet as possible so the guards outside don’t overhear.

“I was just thinking about what you told me when I first got here.” I think over the conversation of us comparing our pasts.

“And what did I say?” She asks.

“About your past, you know the guy and the girl you were worrying about.” She doesn’t answer because this is a sore subject. “You said he was in a band right? Black Inferno?”

“Yep,” She answers. “Why?”

“I heard about it from a friend.” Actually it was a friend of my sisters, but we don’t need specifics. “He said that the man, Mason, and his girlfriend were ok, it was all over the news too. Didn’t you hear about it?”