Page 202 of Phobia
I started to shake my head but stopped because of the sharp pain in my temple. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He stood and grabbed hold of my hair, yanking my head back. I swallowed tightly and tried to focus on breathing. His hazel eyes, like two bright sunbursts, caught my notice. How could something so beautiful belong to someone capable of such ugliness?
“Wrong answer, dude. We’ll try this again later.” The smack to my cheek was so hard, he knocked me and the chair over. I hit the floor with a grunt, and my shoulder took the brunt of my weight.
They all left the area again. Only this time, they switched the lights off, and I once again found myself in pitch-black darkness. Tears rolled down my burning cheek. The white-hot heat spread over one complete side, and it pulsed and hummed with pain, like a bad sunburn.
I didn’t know what sort of information they were looking for, but I was certain I didn’t have it.
Several hours later, I awoke with a start. Every single inch of my body ached. My shoulder was on fire. Even my heart hurt, though that was mostly because I didn’t know if Kellen and Blaine were okay. Were they here somewhere too? Or were they home, wondering where I’d gone, and looking for me? Had anyone else from the party been taken? And why me?
It wasn’t completely dark, but the lighting was dim. I could sense another presence in the large room. “Graysin,” a voice whispered from somewhere behind me.
Goosebumps prickled over my skin. “What do you want?” I tried to sound big and bad and demanding, but my voice trembled. “I have money. Is that what you want? Ransom money? My family will pay.”
“Your grandma might, but I don’t think the rest of them give a rat’s ass about you, kitten.” It was Demon. I could discern which was his voice easily since I’d spent the most time with him so far. How did they know my parents had pushed me away, and my grandma was my only family? The thought that they knew personal information about me was unsettling. This surely wasn’t some random “wrong place wrong time” kind of kidnapping. I wasn’t sure what that did to my chances of survival. “Besides,” he continued, “we don’t want or need your money.”
“Then whatdoyou want?”
“We want the truth, Graysin. It’s as simple as that. You give us the truth…”
“…and you’ll let me go?”
“That’s the general idea.”
I wracked my brain, but I could not for the life of me figure out what “truth” they wanted.
“I’m not in the habit of lying about shit. Can’t you ask me some direct questions and I’ll tell you the answers?”
“Oh, kitten,” he said, then made atsksound. “That is a lie right there. But to be honest, while I’m disappointed in you, I have been looking forward to punishing you.”
I turned my head sharply, following the sound of his voice as he made a half circle. I closed my good eye tightly to block out the demon mask, but unfortunately, when I did that, the scarecrow mask popped back into my head, jacking my heart rate up tenfold.
Demon walked around me, dragging a finger along my collarbone. I hated myself a little bit because visions of what he’d done to my body—before it had turned into a shit show of kidnapping and torturing proportions—stole my breath. What was wrong with me? This was not normal.
He licked his palm and grabbed my soft cock, which quickly filled and stiffened while he held it.
“Well, isn’t that interesting?” He peered down at it, squeezing gently, like it was some sort of science experiment. “Didn’t expect it to work quite so quickly.” He spit on my dick and had me worked up in no time. It felt like my body was betraying me. “You are a bit of a wild thing, aren’t ya?” He brought me to orgasm in an almost clinical way, wiping the cum on a tissue he pulled from his pocket afterward. “Sorry it was just me this time.” I could hear the laughter in his tone. My cheeks flushed and anger burned in my gut.
“Fuck you,” I spit out.
He grabbed my hair and tugged my head back. “No, kitten.” The jokes were gone, and pissed-off Demon was back. “We’ve already established that I fuck you, and that you spread your legs faster than melted butter.” He released my hair and knocked on the top of my head twice. “Now be good, otherwise you may disappear down the trash compactor chute.”
***
Next up to try to get me to confess to some hypothetical sin was Wolfie. Of the three men, he seemed the calmest. He came in, pulled a chair over, and sat down. I looked up at him. He had the same dark eyes as Demon.
“Would you like to go use the restroom?”
“Yes, please.” I was cold, tired, sore, hungry, thirsty, and really had to use the bathroom. And my wrists and ankles hurt from the restraints.
“Great,” he replied. “First, all you have to do is tell us about what you did.”
“As I have stated several times now, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t done a damn thing! You all, on the other hand, you’re stripping me of my basic human rights. It is, quite frankly, appalling.”
He shrugged, seeming unbothered by my accusations. However, not long after he left, he returned with a blanket and a bucket. Inside the bucket was a roll of toilet paper, several bottles of water, and a few granola bars. He also unhooked my restraints from the chair and moved me to the side of the room, securing the hand restraints to some metal jutting out of the wall. He removed the lock that kept my feet bound together, swapping those restraints for a pair with longer chains. He secured them separately to the same metal in the wall.
I could now move around somewhat, and I was thankful.
