Page 71 of Lost In The Dark

I sighed as she threw me another glare, then looked into the conference room, just to focus my gaze elsewhere. The people inside had moved closer to the door now and I could see Asher’s back as he happily chatted with two older men. I looked them over, both in expensive looking suits and clutching briefcases. They were obviously pretty wealthy too if the gold watches on their wrists meant anything. I glanced to them again when they all laughed, something so familiar about that sound. As I did, the one closest to me turned and his eyes met mine with a cold, hardstare. A gasping breath slipped from my lips as I pulled myself away from the wall and backed away from the door. I knew those eyes and that glare. I knew that face. I looked to the man beside him and I realized I knew him too.

“Oh God!” I whimpered as I continued to back away. The images started to flash in my mind and I turned and ran to Kane instinctively. He was already on his feet, watching me with concern when I smashed into his front and grabbed him tightly.

“Get me out of here…please Kane. Get me out of here now!” I gasped breathlessly.

“Why? What’s going on?”

“A flashback…please,” I whimpered. I felt him pick me up and hold me in his arms, but then I heard that laugh again and I was gone as the darkness gripped me tight and wrenched me deep into the abyss below.

“Sit still!” A hard kick to my knee followed the words, barked by the monster who currently owned me. He forced me to refer to him as ‘sir’ but in my head I always thought if him as ‘The Monster.’ He was just one on a long line of monsters who had hurt and abused me in the months since I had been taken, but this one was by far the worst.

I lowered my eyes and remained silent, just as I knew he expected me to. I’d only dared to move slightly because I had been kneeling at his feet for almost an hour now and my legs were numb and cramping.

We were at one of his ‘parties’ and this was the second I had been dragged to. This one, just like the last, was being held in a fancy mansion one of the party goers seemed to own. It appeared they rotated the hosting duties, like it was some kindof supper club or something. But this was no supper club. The attendees were all sick perverts, most of whom arrived with a prisoner, just like me.

At least I was better prepared this time. Last time as I had been paraded through the ostentatious space in nothing but a pair of barely there panties and a leather collar around my neck, I had almost lost it and freaked out at the sight of other women and guys just like me, being treated in just the same way. Some even had leashes clipped to the collars around their necks, as they were led around and hit brutally should they not comply.

This time was no different. As I knelt on the floor at the feet of my own monster, I knew there were two other girls and a guy sat not far from me, while their own monsters sat on couches and armchairs, chatting with mine. The monsters enjoyed speaking about us like we were possessions, and they got all excited and amped up as they discussed techniques for training, and breaking what they called their ‘subs,’ which I had come to realize was us.

The room was filled with men, and some women who were all just like these monsters. At the parties they traded ‘subs’ for the night. Last time I had been led away by three different men, all of whom had hurt me in a variety of terrifying ways before raping me brutally. They showed no mercy or remorse, no matter how hard I cried and pleaded for them to stop. I had heard cries, just like my own, coming from other rooms, but there was no mercy to be had in this group of monsters, and just in case anyone tried too hard to fight back or escape, there were also security all around to keep us in line. There was no escape for any of us. There was no mercy. There was only pain, brutality, and a trail of shattered, broken pieces of all we used to be, left in our wake.

“Have her stand, Hilton. I want to take her in fully,” A deep voice called, and I instantly tensed up. I knew my monster was Hilton. I had heard him referred to by that name before.

“Very well,” he sighed above me. Then came the command, “Stand, pet.”

I had only been with him for a couple of months or so I thought anyway, but I knew better than to not follow his command. I rose to my feet slowly and steadily, just the way he had trained me to, but my body still trembled beneath me in fear. I had been broken so many times in the months since I was taken, yet the fear never left me. I tried to convince myself that it couldn’t get any worse, every single time, but then it always did.

“A little tall for my tastes,” The monster sat opposite me remarked as I stood before them all, all but naked. “Timid too, isn’t she? I usually like them with a little more fire. Nothing I like more than stamping that fire out,” he sneered and I couldn’t help but glance up just enough to take him in. He was portly and older – maybe in his fifties. His large body was confined to a too small pair of brown slacks which he wore with a cream shirt. He was nursing a glass in his hand as he looked me over with disdain. A girl with short blonde hair was knelt at his feet. I couldn’t see her face, but she looked young and my heart broke for her. Was she even eighteen years old? She was so small and I could see her trembling as she kept her head lowered.

“I don’t know. I like the quiet ones. They always scream the loudest, and I don’t like to waste my energy fighting to subdue them. I wouldn’t be opposed to a session with her tonight.” The monster who spoke was sat at the end of a wide chesterfield sofa. Before him was a guy, slim and slight, on his knees and keeping his head down. His monster was slimmer, dressed in a fancy pale grey suit and a blue shirt. I hated the way he wasglaring at me, like I were a piece of meat he wanted to devour. I knew that look well by then, and it terrified me every single time.

“I’ll be taking her first,” A deeper voice declared. It came from behind me. “It seems she needs a lesson on keeping her gaze averted and we all know I give the best lessons to naughty little slaves,” the voice announced with a confidence that was absolute.

“Absolutely. I’d be grateful of you were willing to work with her.” Hilton nodded and sniveled. Whoever the guy behind me was, I guessed he was powerful. I had never seen my monster snivel like that to anyone before at the previous ‘party’ I had been taken to..

I tensed when I felt a body close behind me, then I felt a finger run down the middle of my back, tracing my spine until he came to my ass. “Turn and face me, girl,” the voice said more gently, and I instinctively followed the command, keeping my eyes down, though I was desperate to look up. “Eyes,” he added, and I again complied, raising my eyes to meet his.

He was taller than my monster and older too. Wrinkles marred his face, and his body had a slightly withered look to it, even though he still seemed strong. He was dressed in black slacks and a black shirt, all so neat and perfect I wondered how he had sat and kept it that way. There was a gold Rolex on his wrist.

“Look at me!” he barked louder, causing me to jump, but I focused my eyes on his as I started to shake even harder. His eyes were dark and he had a thick head of dark, salt and pepper hair. His face was clean shaven, but the look in his eyes as he glared at me was completely cold and unforgiving. Something about him seemed so familiar, and yet I couldn’tremember seeing him before. I realized he could have been one of so many men who had ‘bought’ time with me at the club. There had been so very many I barely saw their faces by the end of my time there.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this,” he said with a smile that made my blood run cold.

I was slammed back to reality violently. I tore my eyes open as I took in huge gulps of air, in an attempt to just breathe through my panic.

“Addy! We’re here. You’re safe,” Eli said in a panic as he leaned over me. I looked around and realized I was laid on the sofa in his office.

Asher and Kane were stood right beside me too, both of them looking to me with concern.

“Just slow down, sweet girl. Try to take deeper breaths,” Kane added as he crouched beside me and took my hand in his. I looked to Asher, then realized what had triggered my panic attack in the first place.

I sat up so fast I almost head butted Eli, but I didn’t stop to apologize as I got to my feet and looked to the door.

“Where ar-are they?” I gasped as I looked all around me again with fear.

“Who sweetheart?” Asher asked.

“The…the m-men you were with. The monsters,” I panted as I fought to be heard over my gasping breaths.

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