Chapter 58 ...table with all the tools meant to cause pain.
Catalina
My eyes followed Mal as he moved toward the table with all the tools meant to cause pain. My pulse began to race when he picked up a thick, heavy chain. I knew those big metal links were going to hurt. The chain was maybe four or five feet long. He wrapped one end around his hand and let the rest hang down. Then he turned to face me, a slow, threatening smile on his face as he walked closer.
“Vice, take her clothes off. While you do that, I am going to use her phone to film everything,” Atlas said. He grabbed my phone from my pocket and held it up to my face to unlock it.
Fuck. They were going to find my knives.
Vice came over. I watched as Atlas lifted my phone to record. Vice pulled out a folding knife and slowly sliced straight down the front of my shirt. I saw the moment his eyes landed on my knife holster. He looked right at me, and then his eyes slowly closed.
“Hurry up. I can not see much with you in the way,” Atlas complained.
Vice quickly reached behind me, undid the clasp of my holster, rolled it up, and shoved it inside his own vest. My eyes went wide. He was hiding the fact that I had weapons. Why?
He kept cutting my shirt away. Then, just before he bent to pull my shorts down, he spoke so quietly only I could hear. “Kick me in the face.”
His hands went to my waist as he leaned down. I brought my foot up hard against his nose. I heard a crunch.
“Fuck!” he bellowed.
Mal and Atlas laughed.
“She has spirit. It is a shame we are going to ruin her,” Mal said.
Vice turned to glare at me, but then he gave me a fast wink before moving back behind the other two.
Mal stopped in front of me. “You ready?” he asked Atlas.
“Yeah. Damn, she is pretty. Do not hit her face. Go for her back. Give her five.”
I glared at Atlas. I was going to love killing him. The first hit from the chain made me suck in a hard breath. It hurt like hell. I did not scream, though. My father did not raise a coward. It would take more than that. The second and third strikes, I felt my skin break open. The fourth one tore a scream from my throat. The fifth sent me back into darkness.
Cold water thrown on my face brought me around again. Then I screamed as someone started cleaning the wounds on my back.
“Shhh, I am just trying to stop an infection,” Vice whispered to me.
I lifted my head. My shoulders were screaming from the way my wrists were chained above me. We were alone.
“Where did they go?”
“To get food.”
“Why are you helping me? Why did you hide my knives?”
“I do not agree with this. I did not even care about Caruso and the New York chapter. They were the ones breaking the rules. We do not trade in people. Atlas says this is about disrespect, but I think he just believes Butcher was involved. Was he?”
“Like I would tell you that? You could just be pretending to be nice to trick me.”
“I already know you and your sister took out the New York chapter.”
“Oh, you think you know, do you?”
“I know. I know. Your knives are a clear sign. And something no one else thought to check was the cloud backup.”
“The cloud?”
“You erased the security footage. What you did not know is that it saved a copy to the cloud every thirty minutes. I checked it myself. There you were, you and your sister, leading men to their deaths. Then I watched you two handle the three in the kitchen. Very impressive, by the way.”
Oh, shit. I never thought about a cloud backup. I felt like a fool.
“So why did you not tell Atlas?”
“Like I said, I do not care what happened to them. They deserved it. And I have to say… watching you got me a little excited.” He came around to stand in front of me. When I looked at his face, he was staring at me with pure hunger.
“Do not fucking touch me. You see these tattoos? I belong to Viper. I am his.”
“I do not care. I just want a taste before the others get back. Be good, and I will not say a word to Atlas.”
“Do not do this, please,” I begged.
“Shh, you will like it. I am very good.”
He got on his knees, lifted my legs, and spread them apart.
“No!” I screamed.
He made a low sound and then buried his face between my legs. He pushed his tongue inside me, fucking me with it. I tried with everything I had to twist away, but he just held me tighter and pressed his face harder against me. Then he licked up my slit and began to flick his tongue fast over my clit.
“You taste so fucking good.”
“Please stop. I do not want this,” I sobbed. I could feel my own body betraying me, a climax building. I did not want to react. My legs began to shake. He growled against me, and I fell apart. I screamed as I came, and he groaned, drinking me in.
“Damn, baby. So good. I told you you would like it.”
I sobbed. Tears ran down my face. A wave of shame tore through me.
“Shhh, do not cry.”
I did not even notice he had undone his jeans and pushed them down. He wrapped my legs around his waist and held them there.
“No, no, no!” I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut.
“It is okay. I am not going to fuck you… yet.”
He slid his hard cock between my lips, rubbing himself through my wetness. He let go of one of my legs, but it did not stop him. His other hand gripped my waist, moving me back and forth against him. Another orgasm ripped through me, and I screamed “NO!” as it happened. He roared, pulled back, and came all over my stomach and between my legs.
“I fucking hate you!” I screamed at him. He just laughed.
“No, you do not. You enjoyed that. Your body does not lie.”
“It was just a physical reaction, you fucking asshole!”
“This next part you are not going to like, but I have to do something so they do not get suspicious. Let me clean up first.”
He was insane. I was so thankful that what he did was not on video. It would have destroyed Viper. He left the room, and I looked up at the chains holding my wrists. A small smile touched my lips. I knew what I had to do to get free. It would hurt, but I could take it. My back burned like fire. I knew the skin had split open in at least two places.
Vice came back with a bucket of water and a rag. He cleaned me off, then smiled and slammed his mouth against mine. I bit his lip as hard as I could. He jerked back. I had drawn blood. He licked his bottom lip and smiled at me.
“You are full of fight, sweetheart. I think I will keep you and make you my Old Lady when this is over. I will have these tattoos removed and put mine on you instead.”
“You are crazy. I would never choose to be with you.”
“Oh, you will. I will keep you tied up and fuck you, giving you pleasure again and again until you fall for me.”
“Are you going to try to give me Stockholm Syndrome?” I could not help but laugh at how stupid he sounded.
“Do not laugh at me!” he roared, and then he hit me across the face.
“Hey, Vice, do not start without the camera rolling,” Atlas said as he and Mal walked back in with bags of food.
Atlas picked up my phone, held it in front of my face, and opened the recording app.
“Okay. Continue.”
Vice smiled at me and flicked his blade open. He pressed the tip into my shoulder. I gritted my teeth, staring hate at him. He dragged the knife diagonally from my left shoulder, across the top of my breast, and over my stomach, leaving a thin, bleeding line. Blood welled up and began to run down my skin. I screamed at the fresh burn.
Then Vice sliced a line down the top of my left thigh. The cuts were not deep, but they were enough to make blood flow and drip onto the floor.
Mal stepped forward with a small torch. He grabbed my right foot and held the flame to the bottom of it. I screamed until my voice gave out. Tears, snot, and spit covered my face. Vice took the wet rag he had used to clean his cum off me and wiped my face.
“Enough for now. I am going to send this video to everyone in her contacts. They will love seeing what we do to one of their women,” Atlas chuckled. “I will be back in an hour. Do not hurt her anymore until I return.”
Every part of my body cried out in pain, but now that I was alone with these two, I was going to fucking enjoy killing them.