Chapter 57 Torture
Jenna
I woke up with a horrible taste in my mouth and a pounding ache behind my eyes. When I managed to open them, the room was dark, lit by only one weak bulb. I was lying on a thin mattress. I tried to move my hands to my face, but they would not budge.
Looking up, I saw thick ropes holding my wrists to a metal headboard. My eyes moved down my body. I was still wearing my clothes, which gave me a small bit of relief, but my ankles were also tied, forcing my legs apart and secured to the bedposts. I was glad for my shorts, at least, and not a dress. My boots were gone. The empty holster on my thigh, where my gun should have been, made my stomach drop.
Then everything came back.
Catalina, taken by other men. And me, grabbed by men in suits. I knew one of them, the man with the scar along his throat, the one Catalina had given him. My whole body began to shake as I remembered his hands on me, holding me down, and the others… what they had done.
I looked around the room, frantic. For now, I was alone. My eyes went back to my tied hands. I started twisting my wrists, pulling against the rope. It burned and tore at my skin. I could already see the red, raw marks. I knew if I kept going, they would bleed, but I did not care. Blood would make the rope slick. I kept pulling, grunting with the effort, sweat forming on my forehead.
The jingle of keys made me stop.
I went still, let my body relax, and shut my eyes just as the door opened.
“Why is she still asleep? How much did you give her?” a man asked, his voice thick with an Italian accent.
“Not that much, boss. Just enough to make her stop fighting. She is a big girl. Solid.”
I almost laughed. Fucking weak bastard. Torque loved my body. He told me all the time how beautiful I was, how soft. He loved to hold me. You would not think a huge, muscle-bound biker would be like that, but he was. He always wanted to be the big spoon, whispering ‘mine’ over and over into my hair. The memory almost made me smile.
“Get her clothes off and set up the phone on the tripod. It is time we sent Leonardo a message.”
My eyes flew open.
Both men stopped moving.
“I see you are awake, Maria.”
“Georgio. I can not believe you are in New York. You know you are a dead man, right?”
“So brave. So stupid. Your father will not survive coming for you. I have an army waiting for him.”
“You do not really think he would come alone, do you? I am going to marry the Sergeant At Arms of the Lords of Chaos. My Torque will tear this world apart to find me. You have just killed all your own men.”
“You actually believe that?” He smirked. “They are trash. Biker scum. I have seen how they live. The parties, the women… they will fuck anything that moves. He has probably found some other whore already, happy to be free of your fat ass.”
“Fuck you! He loves me!” I yelled. I knew I should not let his words get to me, but they touched a dark, insecure place inside me, even though I knew he was wrong.
“Paulo, get Thomas and Sergio. I am sure they would like to join us,” Georgio said to the man with the scar.
“He should be dead. My sister cut his throat.”
“Luckily for him, when he fell, he landed on his hands as he grabbed his neck. It slowed the bleeding. When my men found the room later, with their friends dead on the floor, Paulo was the only one left alive. He wants your father to pay, just like I do.”
“My father did not give him that scar.”
“No, we know it was Celeste. We could not get to her. Those bikers took her first. But your father killed Paulo’s brother. That is why he wants revenge.”
“And you, Georgio? Is this because my father turned on the family after you had me and my mother kidnapped? After you let us be raped?”
“No! Because he killed my wife!” Georgio roared.
I lost it. I laughed, hard and loud, right in his face. Georgio made sure the phone was recording, then he charged at me and hit me in the mouth twice. My head spun to the side. I forced it back and stared right at him.
“My father did not kill your wife. Celeste did. She took her head clean off and kicked it across the room like a soccer ball. My sister was a monster that day, and you made her that way.”
“Lies!”
“It is the truth. Celeste was getting revenge for our mother.”
Before he could answer, the door opened. Paulo walked in with two other men.
Georgio looked at me, a cruel smile on his face. “Take her clothes off,” he ordered.
I screamed, twisting my body as much as the ropes allowed. The men took out knives and sliced through my shorts, my underwear, my tank top and bra. Georgio told them to slap my breasts, to pinch my skin. One of them used the handle of his knife, forcing it inside me. I screamed and cried, hot shame flooding me because I knew my father would see this.
One of them pressed a knife against my side, near my ribs, and carved off a piece of my skin. The sound that left my throat was so raw and loud it made the men step back. Georgio and Paulo stood over me, touching themselves until they spilled their release over my breasts and my face. Some of it landed in my hair. They all laughed.
The one named Sergio came close. “Open your mouth,” he said.
I kept it shut. He pinched my nose closed. When I gasped for air, he shoved his cock into my throat.
“Bite me, and I will put a knife in your eye,” he growled, holding a blade’s point right above my eyelid as he pushed himself deeper. Tears streamed down my face. When he finished with a rough shout, I choked, gagged, and threw up all over him.
“You disgusting bitch!” He hit me across the face.
Then all four of them took turns. They punched my stomach, my ribs, my legs, my arms, my face. The pain was everywhere. When a hard blow landed on my cheek, I let my body go limp and pretended to be out.
“This one is tough,” a man said.
“Let me see the video,” Georgio replied. I heard the playback, the sounds of what they had just done to me. A sick feeling rose in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I could not let them know I was awake.
“Untie her and clean her up. Use cuffs to secure her to the bed instead. I do not want her getting loose. Do not put clothes on her. We will have more fun later. I need to get this video to Leonardo.”
“Send it to her phone. Use her finger to unlock it. Then send it to every contact she has. One of them will be her father,” Paulo said.
“A perfect idea, Paulo. You are my new enforcer. Well done.”
“Thank you, Capo.”
I heard the other two slapping Paulo on the back, congratulating him. These motherfuckers.
Hands were on me again, untying the ropes, lifting me up. They were strangely careful. I heard water running and then I was lowered into a bathtub. I kept playing dead through the bath, even when they washed my hair. After, they lifted me out, dried me off, and put a bandage over the wound on my side. Then they laid me back on the bed and locked one of my wrists to the headboard with a metal cuff.
I listened as all of them left the room.
Only then did I open my eyes. I cried until I had no tears and no strength left. My last thought, before sleep dragged me under, was a promise to myself: This will not break me.