Strike moves me to the bed, lying me down on my back while Andrew and Chopper tie me down. Andrew leans over me, kissing me and stroking my hair. I move my head out of his way but I can’t move too far as I’m strapped down. Suddenly a sharp slap burns across my breasts and I scream out in pain. The men laugh at me, spurring Strike to do it again and again and I swear he gets harder every time. The stinging becomes too much and I start to cry. “Please stop.”
They don’t listen and if anything I think they like to hear me plead with them. Strike becomes very excited and as he usually does when he’s in this mood, he begins to punch me. Not slapping like what Demon is doing to Natasha,.Strike is full on punching me. I no longer worry about the slapping across my breasts with the belt that Chopper has taken over. No, I’m more concerned with the punches Strike is pounding on my face. I feel pressure between my open legs and then a sudden intrusion. I know it’s Andrew and I hate him even more. Not only has he sent me here, but he’s including himself in my torture.
Chapter 14
Both Natasha and I aren’t taken out of the room for a full day and I’m grateful. That night was frightening, reality has settled in and I no longer prefer Demon over Strike. I don’t like either of them.
“Natasha?” I whisper, hoping that she’s awake.
“Mmmm.” She answers.
“You know when we were in the room last night, Bomber spoke to me.” I haven’t told her what he said to me because I honestly forgot until now.
“Carry on.” She answers.
“Well, he told me to hang on and that he was trying to help.” I hear her chains rattle as she sits up.
“Fuck off.” She gasps.
“I know, I don’t know what to think.” I whisper. “Do you think he’s telling me the truth?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen him act like the rest.”
The door opening stops our conversation. I prepare myself to be taken out and badly abused again. My body hasn’t even heeled from the last time. However, I’m not taken out and neither is Natasha, instead a new girl is thrown in. Chopper literally throws her in, and she stands still while he chains her up. I hear her sobbing and my heart tugs for her. She looks very young and she doesn’t look good at all. Through the limited lighting from the doorway, I can see she has blonde hair but it’s tinted red in places and I know that’s not by choice, my gut tells me its blood.
Chopper doesn’t say anything and leaves us alone, locking the door behind him of course.
“Are you ok?” I ask her but there’s no answer. I remember back to when I first came here and Natasha tried to talk to me. “You can trust us.” I promise.
But it’s no use, she doesn’t talk at all, even Natasha has a go. Poor girl has totally shut down. I can’t believe how tiny and fragile she looks; she shouldn’t be here at all.
For the rest of the day I constantly think about her. Natasha and I have short conversations but she still doesn’t join in. I really fear for her, the men here will eat her alive.
After waking the next morning, the door unlocks and my heart drops to see Strike in the door, beaming down at the young girl.
“Time to meet the boss, little girl.” He rubs his hands together and I feel sick.
I then realize that my chains are closer to the new girl than they are to Natasha. So when Strike leans down and goes to undo her chains I jump at the chance for payback. Even if I will regret it later, I can’t just watch as he takes her away. I stand quickly and spit down at him. Strike obviously doesn’t like this and stands to face me. I see my chance and slap him. I try as hard as I can and while he stands in shock, I kick him in the stomach too.
“Holy shit,” Natasha mumbles.
“Fucking bitch!” Strike yells.
“Leave her alone!” I shout back. “She’s too young, fucking leave her alone!”
Strike backhands me so hard I fall against the wall. “Don’t fuckin touch me again.”
I hear footsteps and when I look up I see more bikers. They help Strike undo my chains and when they do Strike grabs me by the feet and drags me out the room. I’m in pain and I know what’s coming, but I would rather me than the new girl.
As I’m being dragged away, I realize that I’ve changed. Before, the old me would have selfishly let Strike take the girl away and save myself but not now. Seems this hell hole is good for certain things, like changing a bitch.
Chapter 15
“Now Raven, do you see why you have to be good?” Demon asks as I hang from the ceiling.
Strike brought me straight to his president and he knew just what to do with me. My wrists are tightly bound with rope, my arms raised above my head and secured to the ceiling. I haven’t had any feeling in my arms for some time now, I’m guessing roughly twenty minutes.