Together, president and VP have used me as their entertainment, punishing me for standing up for someone else, a young girl who shouldn’t be here. They have used so many knives on me that my skin is covered in my own blood. My head hangs down from loss of energy and I’d rather look at my own bloodied body than the men in front of me.
I hear Strike stomp over to me. “Fucking answer, bitch!” And he lands a punch on my jaw and then adds a few more just for the fun of it.
I spit out blood onto the floor. “Fuck you.”
Spike goes in for another but Demon stops him. Oh how very gentlemanly of you.
“Let’s not knock her out VP. We need her to talk.” Demon demands.
“She hasn’t spoken the whole time she’s been here!” Strike complains.
“Raven, I ask you again. Do you now understand why you have to behave?” Demon asks again. “I don’t like to see you like this.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I understand.” I answer. “That you’re all sick bastards.”
“Then you leave me no choice.” Demon steps back, letting Strike step forward in his place. “Strike will see that you get what you need.”
Demon leaves his office and I glare at the smirking face of Strike. “Well, it’s just the two of us.” He beams.
Without warning, he sucker punches me in the stomach and I let out a loud moan. Strike laughs and pulls my head back, kissing my lips and I almost puke right there. His mouth on mine makes me want to gag. Strike pulls harder on my hair and I feel it being ripped from my scalp. I feel another punch in my stomach and he lets me go. I begin to cough and this makes him laugh again. “Looks like you will have some bruises tomorrow.” He boasts.
This continues for some time, I don’t know how long because I lose track of time and also my consciousness.
When I wake, not only does my body feel sore but also in between my legs. It doesn’t take a genius to guess what he did while I was out of it.
“What the fuck?” I hear and slowly lift my head. My eyelids feel heavy but I manage to see Bomber by the door and he looks horrified. “Raven?”
I moan in answer and he rushes towards me. “Bomber?” I ask.
“Yeah, it’s me. Hold on a sec while I get you down.” He gets out his knife and hacks at the rope above me. They fall down in front of me and I scream out in pain. “What is it?” He panics.
“My arms,” I croak and he massages them for me, trying to bring back my circulation but it fucking kills.
Bomber releases my wrists and then carefully picks me up. I hear a lot of swearing as he holds me and I struggle to stay awake. Bomber takes me to the showers and holds me up while he washes away as much blood as possible. The water stings my cuts and Bomber curses a lot more.
“Why are you here?” I ask him.
“Because you’re hurt.” He points out.
“No, you’re not like them.” I argue. It’s obvious he is not like the other members I have come across.
“Because my dad is here,” He answers.
“Your dad?” I ask, completely shocked.
“Enough questions.” He moans and wraps me in a towel. When I’m dry enough he carries me again and barges into another room. “Dad, she needs help.”
I look up to see who Bomber’s dad is and see the bearded man who took care of me before. He’s Bomber’s dad?
“Jesus!” Bomber’s father shouts. “How much longer are they going to do this?”
“As long as they can get away with it,” Bomber answers and carefully places me down on a bed.
“Ok darling,” His dad looks me over. “Let me take a look at you.”
“What’s your name?” I ask him.
“Horny Bill,” He replies with a mischievous grin. “But you can call me Bill.”
“Gladly.” I giggle and then my eyes become very heavy.
Chapter 16
“Lauren?” I hear Natasha’s voice from a distance.
“Is she ok?” Says a voice I don’t recognize.
“I don’t know.” Natasha panics. “Lauren!” My eyes open with a struggle and I go to sit up. “Don’t get up, stay lying down.” Natasha orders.
That’s fine by me, everything on my body hurts. I feel like I’ve been ran over by a truck!
“Are you ok?” I look around and see the new girl looking over at me.
“You’re talking.” I point out and she smiles.
“Yeah, I kind of figured that I owe you that much.” She wraps her arms around herself and my heart drops for her.
“You’re British.” I point out and she nods.