CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE; NIGHT IN A CELL
\-BELLA-
I groaned as my back arched towards the wall, blades lingering before my eyes, as I stood there in pain. The sight of the bloodstained walls and several unemotionally hinged men and women chained to the walls made my stomach growl with hatred.
"Curry!" One of the men shouted.
His hands had gone red, blood spilling from his wrist as the cuffs had successfully severed countless cuts on him. He could barely breathe, his chest contracting and relaxing faster than the average human.
"We'll get through this together honey. I promise." A blonde lady said, her hands hung to the ceiling with her legs barely above the ground.
"I'll get you out of here." He grunted, his flesh rolling up with the chains.
"So y'all be planning to escape now, Aye." A masculine voice echoed in the darkness. The jingling sound of bells mixed with the clanking metals, red liquids flowing into the room.
"We're not letting you take us. You bunch of…" he let out a groan, a steaming iron in his chest.
"Ranger!" The blonde lady screamed as several steaming irons plunged through the man's chest.
"There's no going back now, you're going to have to kill me to escape." The voice grew deeper, the man's grunts reverberating through the walls.
"You're going to have to do better than that if you want to survive." The man kept grunting, his flesh turning red by the second.
"Curry, you're getting out no matter what happens to me. I promise you that." He groaned, low whimpers escaping his mouth.
"Shall I remind you that your family killed Bloody Sins?" The voice came, more steaming irons emanating from the darkness.
"Bloody sins attacked our family. There was nothing we could do; it was self-defense." He grunted.
"That's how you won in court. The self-defense act and how wanted he was." Laughter erupted in the darkness. "You had a deal with Sins; you broke it and killed him."
"That never happened. You're just making things up." The lady shouted.
"So you're on his side now?" The man rose from the shadows, seven red-hot irons in his hands. I could tell from the burning smell that they would bring immense pain to the body.
"Shall we?" He grabbed her by the neck, his nails piercing through her skin. "Lord save me." She murmured as the iron approached her.
"Stop it… She's barely able to breathe." I uttered unconsciously.
The whole room went silent, the look of sympathy in their eyes as they tilted their head to get a glimpse of me. They were scared; they knew not what could happen to me. They were terrified that I was going to lose it.
"So you're the queen here, Hun?" The man let go of his grip on her neck, lowering his head as he stared at me.
"I'm not Queen. I'm just a lady who doesn't like getting cheated." I fumbled on my words.
I had to stand strong even though I was scared as f*ck on the inside. I mean, there was no way, no freaking way I could get myself off these chains and run unless I got the keys and freed myself. Till then I had to blend in with time.
"Do you believe in cheats?" He walked up to me, the steaming iron rod melting in his hand.
"I might say so… But what do my opinions matter? You're the man; you have the most says." I grunted.
"That's right. I believe in Cheats also." He chuckled, "I also believe that death can be cheated." He grabbed the molten iron, positioning it above my bosom.
"What are you doing?" The silence in the room made it obvious that this was reality. His hands were lingering, shooting up like he would be feeble enough not to end me with one shot.
The molten iron fell from his hands, a perverted look on his face. He licked his lips, his eyes fully focused on my boobs.
"No, no, no…" I pleaded as he cracked his knuckles, the rapid sound of popping bones sending shivers down my throat.
I gazed down at myself, a mystery of what was to come sweeping in. My red gown, which had been all but a Louis Vuitton designer, had gone brown from the mix of blood, sweat, and dirt.
"Leave her alone; it's me you want, you bastard." The man in chains yelled as he watched me stagger back amidst the chains.
"You can call me Kim." He rolled up his long sleeves, his waistcoat hanging in the balance. "Bastard doesn't fit me one bit."
"Leave me alone!" I managed to say.
He wasn't moving, his hands giving out that tremendous body weight impression. His muscles were quite relaxed, judging from the way they contracted.
He had those masculine looks like Johnny Sins; only this time his tattoos ran down, and his leg muscles were quite the knee breaker.
With a smile, he took off his waistcoat, leaving his white long sleeves on. I didn't know what to expect; his body spoke wonders, but his mind was a bait of evil spawning with every minute that passed.
"If you lay a finger on her, I'll root you out of yourself." The chained man spluttered, his head spinning from the resistance.
Kim said nothing, his eyes still fixed on my boobs. His hands moved, closing the gap between my boobs and it. I could tell he was going to go all nasty if his hands reached for me.
"Don't you dare touch me!"
His hands altered, hitting the walls. The wave of vibration spread, the chains sending vibrations to my skin. "There's more than one way to hurt a man. I'll be back to show you more."
I didn't understand those words but deep within he had sent more than just words. He had sent warnings, a sign that he could make me wail without touching me.
"Curry!" The masculine voice echoed in the room, bringing me out of my thoughts.
Kim wasn't standing in front of me no more, he was now in front of curry, his hands dripping with blood.
The wooden boards had creaked, as he stomped on them. Even though he was barely a 5 ft. 8 he could send more than just shivering shocks.
"I will give you 5 minutes to save your precious Wife from my grasp, if you can't then she dies along with her memories." He let out.
"Please do whatever you want with me, just don't touch my woman."
"Your woman, you must be kidding." He snapped.
"Please, I'll take the brunt. Burn me, hit me, drain me off my blood, just don't touch her." He groaned, his teeth clenched together.
"Real men show their power on the battlefield."
The sound of ripping fabric made me tilt my head to the scene. Kim had ripped the blonde woman's blouse open, her brassiere staring at him.
"Please don't do this." The chained man begged.
"Bartholomew, you killed my best friend. Taking your wife would make us even, don't you think?" He let out a laugh as he grabbed a knife.
"I was defending my family." The chained man, Bartholomew, let out. His lips were oozing with blood; he had bitten them to keep himself conscious.
"Do you really believe that you'll survive this playing field?" He cut off Curry's bra straps, letting them fall off her shoulder.
"You'll never get it." Curry spat on his face.
He let out a chuckle as he wiped her saliva off his face. She was trembling at this point, her knees a throbbing plank.
"Shut it, b*tch.* He slammed his fist onto her face, a red spot curling onto her skin.
"Curry!" Bartholomew screamed as he watched Kim take off his belt.
"You have 2 more minutes, Bartholomew… After that, your wife will be a living corpse." He cuts off the bra hook, watching them fall to reveal her perfectly standing boobs.
She was sexy, her boobs a bit larger than the moderate size. Her nipples were on standby, perked from the actions he had taken.
"Don't do this, Kim. Please don't." Chains rattled as Bartholomew plunged himself towards Kim, falling to the ground midway.
"Watch me kill your wife in style, Bartholomew." Kim said, his thumb rolling circles on Curry's nipples.
"Please don't." Curry spat, her body trembling.
"Curry here is going to die from intense pleasure, and you're going to watch her die." He let out.
I tried to speak, hoping he would leave, but my voice didn't seem to come out. My courage had faltered knowing the lady had taken my punishment in my stead.
"Curry, how do you like it?" He grabbed her boobs, fondling them while piercing his fingernails in. She could only moan, her boobs dripping slowly with blood.
" Don'…" Kim ripped off the remaining clothing, leaving only her panties on.
"Your five seconds is off, Bartholomew; your wife is going in."