The Scarred One(7)

“Why should we tell you?”

“You know my name, and yet I can’t know the man who kidnapped me off the street. It wasn’t nice, by the way. You suck at kidnapping. Now, if you’d been nice to me we could have discussed this properly.” He released a sigh. “Whatever, talking’s for pussies.”

“I’m Leon, and that’s Bill.” Leon was the man closest to the bed. “Now, tell us who the bitch is.”

“She’s my whore.” He tightened his hand around her so she’d get the message that he was working.

“She sure doesn’t look like one of the whores you frequent. She’s too homely looking,” Bill said, staring at her.

He didn’t want any of them looking at her.

“She’s got a nice tight cunt, ass, and mouth. It’s all I need.” He looked at her, knowing she was cursing him with every second that passed. “Now, how about we go upstairs and discuss this like normal people. Being tied to a bed is creeping me out.”#p#分页标题#e#

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How dare he treat her like that?

Lydia fumed as she looked around the room. She really needed to use the bathroom, but Leon and Bill had taken Henry the bastard out of the room. No one was with her, and she was tied to the bed.

Whore!

God, the only reason she hadn’t called him out on it was because of the way he held her hand. This was Henry’s job, his business. She was not related to this kind of business in any way. Blowing out a breath, she pressed her legs together. She really needed to pee, and it was getting harder for her to focus on anything else.

Minutes passed, and when she could no longer stand the pain of needing the toilet, she started to shout.

“Hey, I’ve done nothing wrong. I deserve the chance to go to the toilet.” She waited to see if her words drew any attention. Nothing happened. Frustrated, annoyed, and desperate, she started to scream.

Finally, the door opened, and she saw Bill glaring at her.

“What?”

“I really need to pee.” The glare on his face made her wish she hadn’t started shouting. Without Henry around, she didn’t know how to react or what to do.

Bill charged into the room. He grabbed her arm roughly and released her hand from the bind on the bed. She tried to rub her wrist, but he tugged her across the room toward the door. He practically dragged her upstairs.

“Your whore wanted the toilet.” Bill threw her to the floor in front of Henry. “Well, she’s your bitch, deal with her.”

Lydia made to get to her feet, but a gun pointed at her head made her pause. She stared up at Henry, but he was staring at Bill.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m not a bitch. You take her to the toilet and deal with her.” Bill’s cruel voice told her he was going to do something more.

“We’re waiting for Caleb to get here for this deal to go down and you want to waste my time with her pissing?”

The humiliation was complete.

“I don’t give a fuck. We’re the ones in charge here, not you. Show the whore how to be treated.”

A shiver worked down her spine. This was not going to go well.

“Come on, get up,” Henry said, reaching down toward her.

“No, a whore doesn’t get to walk around. Make her crawl to the toilet.”

“I’m not going to make her crawl to the toilet.” Henry folded his arms glaring.

“She’s a whore. She either crawls like the whore she is or I shoot her in the head. I’m not bargaining with Caleb for your woman. I’m bargaining with your boss for business.” Bill pointed the gun at Henry. “Now make the bitch crawl.”

Lydia stared up at Henry in time to see him grit his teeth.

“Come on, bitch, you heard the man. Crawl.”

This was the worst night of her life. She really couldn’t remember a time she’d been more humiliated.

Closing her eyes, she forced the tears back as she slowly crawled her way, following after Henry.

“She’s one fat whore. I did hear you weren’t right in the head with all your scars.” Bill kept taunting, and there were several other men to witness this degradation. Every second that passed Bill kept throwing more insults her way. “There’s the bathroom. Hurry the fuck up. You’ve got no chance of escape, so I wouldn’t even try it.”

Still crawling on the floor she waited for Henry to open the door before she made her way inside. Once the door was closed she slumped down and covered her face with her hands. The situation she was in finally hit home.#p#分页标题#e#

“Come on, don’t let them do this.”

Lydia sobbed into her hands, wishing something was different. She hated what was happening.