Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“Same thing, just a different day. You?” Kashton and I enter the room. It’s currently empty, but this is where we like to leave the ones to “hang” while we wait for them to offer up information.
“Pretty much.” He grunts. “Just wanted to extend an invitation to the Spade brothers for the show.”
Kashton holds the door at the other end of the room open for me, and I step inside it. “We’ll be there,” I inform him, and we hang up.
“Who’s the new guy?” Kashton asks when I pocket my cell while walking past the pits.
The pit in the center is currently occupied by the guy who I went to pick up last night with Ryat. We stripped him naked, removed his Lord’s crest, and rebranded him with the 666 Carnage brand. Then threw him in the pit to cool off. He’s currently sitting in cold water. It won’t kill him, but by the lack of color in his face and the way his head shakes, he’s pretty fucking cold. “Collected him last night,” I answer.
I’ve been in there quite a bit since that first initiation. How do you get over your fear? You do it over and over until it becomes part of your routine, your life. And then you do it for fun. That’s what the bitch said to me when we were “training” anyway. At the time, I wanted to drown her. I still would like to if ever given the chance.
We walk through the next set of double doors and enter the hallway where the cells are located. They’re on either side.
I unlock the cell, and the guy in the corner looks up as we enter. “Hey, Luke,” I say, coming to stand in front of him.
He lifts his right hand to shield what little light comes in from the hallway with the door open because he’s normally in darkness.
“I’ve been given some information lately.” I crouch down in front of him. “Why did you call the hit on Adam?” No need to beat around the bush or waste my time.
His sunken eyes widen, and he sucks in a deep breath. I arch a brow when he says nothing. “Maybe we should remove his tongue.” I look over at Kashton. Tyson already removed all of his teeth, but you can still talk without them.
Luke shakes his head quickly, and I reach out and grip his hair. I yank him to his feet and slam his face into the wall. “You’ve got three seconds to talk, or I rip it out.”
“I…I placed the hit on Brenda—”
“Bullshit!” I snap. “Tyson was there for Adam.”
“I swear. It was on Brenda. She was threatening to tell the police. She got spooked. Said a cop was asking around and that she wanted to talk to them.”
I yank him from the wall and spin him around. “Does Ashtyn know about you?”
He shakes his head. “No. There was one time I was at her parents’ house, and she was there but asleep.”
ASHTYN
Four days, I’ve stayed in my room. I haven’t left once. I eat, I sleep, and I cry mostly. I also spend a lot of time in the bathtub or shower. There’s just something so therapeutic about crying in there.
Saint visits me once a day for training. I’m getting better, or so he says. I suck a rubber dick, and then he fucks my mouth with his, leaves me crying, and then I scream into my pillow because I’m dying to fucking come so bad. I can’t even explain how raw, swollen, and wet my pussy stays. It’s a constant reminder that I’m his whore. This has to be his plan. I feel like I’m going through withdrawal. It could be the lack of alcohol, drugs, or the need to get off. It’s an itch that I can’t scratch because my hands are tied. My body has no clue what the fuck is going on anymore. I used to drink every night at work. More often than not, I’d pop some pills to get through my night. Then I’d go home and fuck James. Even if the sex wasn’t amazing, I still made sure I was getting myself off. Now none of that is happening.
Thoughts of my encounter the other day with Haidyn keep running through my mind. What did he mean by we all take our punishment? What were they punished for?
I haven’t seen him since. I know he’s avoiding me, and I’m fine with that. The less I have to see him and Kashton, the better. It’s hard enough to handle Saint. I’m just waiting for all three of them to enter my room and for Saint to tell me it’s part of my “training.”
I lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling. What else am I supposed to do? So I just lie in bed, eat when Jessie brings me food, and try my best to ignore the need to be fucked. My deep throat training is still daily, but I haven’t been granted a release.