Chapter Three
The last thing Henry wanted to say to her in that moment was for her to get to her knees. Fuck, the next time he said shit like that to her, he wanted her to get to her knees because she wanted to. He was fucked in the head; there was no doubt about it. Opening the door, he glared at Bill but waited for Lydia to crawl out of the bathroom.
“You’ve got this whore trained well.”
Throughout the whole of his life, Henry had never cared about women. They were useful for getting a rock off but nothing else. Lydia didn’t deserve this, nor did she deserve any of the bruises on her body. She’d removed the stockings to show off her gorgeous pale legs. Every time she’d been in a skirt he’d wanted to run his hands up and down those pale thighs.
This kidnapping was driving him crazy. Lydia could do much better than him or Darren. Her last boyfriend had almost killed her, and now if Henry wasn’t careful, he’d be the one to get her killed.
Caleb had known he’d been taken. In the background Henry had heard Donna’s frantic voice. When Caleb had asked if Lydia was there, he’d confirmed with a hum.
His friend would come and bring Elijah with them.
“We can’t take them out now, Henry. You’re going to have to wait to kill them.”
“Fine, but make sure it’s quick.” He hated not being able to talk openly. If it had just been him they’d taken, he’d have forced their hand. Lydia made him keep his tongue in check.
Standing out of the bathroom with Lydia in front of him, he felt exposed. “I think it’s time she went downstairs.”
“No, she’s a whore, and I want some entertainment,” Leon said, sitting down. “I don’t know how long Caleb’s going to take. How much does your bitch cost?”
She sat by his legs, but he felt her body shake.
“Sorry, boys, I don’t share.”
Bill and Leon shared a look. The men around them all looked to one another, smirking. They held guns. They were the ones in control.
“Seriously, she’s used to having dick,” Bill said.
“Not just any dick. Only mine.” The lies were mounting up. He stared at all of them, remembering their faces for when he was going to tear them apart.
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“I don’t care what dick she picks. I want some action, or I’m going to start hurting her,” Bill said.
“You hurt her and the deal is off with Caleb.”
“I didn’t realize this whore was so valuable.” Leon spoke this time, tilting his head to the side.
“She’s not valuable. I like to fuck her. She’s not going to put on a show. I like them chunky. Not only that, hurt her, and you’ll be the ones that will have to deal with Caleb and Elijah. She works for them. They’ll have to replace her.” He folded his arms, waiting for them to speak. Henry was trying to use any excuse to stop them from looking at her. Both men had mentioned her weight. Henry didn’t mind her fuller, rounder figure, but they did.
“You’re right. She’s too fucking fat to watch her. Fuck this,” Leon said, standing up.
Time passed, he didn’t know how much, until Bill got to his feet, being the one to make the final decision. From the look in Bill’s eye, Henry sensed he wanted her but wasn’t going to let the others know he wanted her. “Time for you both to be put back in the basement.”
Before Henry could move, Bill grabbed Lydia’s hair and dragged her to her feet. She screamed, crying out.
Henry went to stop Bill, but two men held him back. He was angry they’d gotten around him, pissed off that they were hurting her. Each man was going to die slowly, painfully, and all of the deaths were going to be at his hands.
Bill grabbed her face, applying pressure to her jaw. The pain showed on her face. Henry fought the men that held him.
“If I didn’t want this deal so bad you’d be bent over taking my cock in that pussy of yours. Once I was done, I’d give you to my men to play with, if they could get past their revulsion of your fat ass.” Bill grabbed her ass, pulling her in close. Henry had underestimated Bill.
“You leave her the fuck alone.” Henry snarled the words, wanting them to leave Lydia alone. Nothing could happen to her; he wouldn’t let it.
“Until I get what I want, you’re safe.” Bill threw her off him, and she landed against the pool table, crying out as she collapsed to the floor.
Fighting with all of his might, Henry was led back downstairs as Lydia, in pain, was forced to crawl. He didn’t like this one bit, and when he finally got the chance all of the men were going to die.