Page 51 of Twisted Bonds
Beau's whispered words echo in my head, and I can't shake them.He doesn't know what he's asking. My darkness isn't like he thinks it is… It's not the same as years ago.The fact that I can't go days without having a session speaks for itself. I can't explain it; it's much worse than when I needed my next fix back in the day. I've tried, but then images of every bad thing that has ever happened to me in my lifetime begin to swirl around in my head, and I feel every emotion I felt during that time.
The screams—my screams and those of the women whom I was forced to train and who were used by Mario and God knows who else, all deafen my senses with how loud they are. The one time I tried to stop the brutal assault that Mario was doling out to one of the younger women, I had been taught a lesson. She had just turned eighteen a month prior. That and the fact that she was a beautiful girl drew Mario's attention towards her.
I remember going to the basement that afternoon, and two of the guards were laughing as they walked past me, heading back up to the main floor. I remember seeing one of themrearranging his junk, and he caught me looking, so he winked. Shivers wracked my body, and that's when I heard the screams of a young woman. As I walked by the cells, one of the women ran up to the bars frantically.
"Please! If you have any kind of heart inside that chest, you will stop him! He's going to ruin her; she's so young…" Michelle says. She's known as number twenty-three here. None of them are allowed to use their names anymore.
I hear the blood-curdling scream come from down the hall once again, and I run in that direction. The door to the basement 'playroom' isn't even closed, and as I enter, I come to a dead stop for a brief moment, taking in what's happening before me. Poor Amelia is sandwiched between Mario and the guard they call Kujo because he's a mean motherfucker—and he's enormous. Not that I wanted to, but I've seen what he's packing, and I'm not talking about his Glock.
Kujo is lying on his back across the table with the restraints while Amelia is impaled on his monstrous girth. A pain shoots through my own vagina because of what that must feel like, but that isn't the worst part. No,Mario stands behind her, fucking her ass. They are doing DP on a young, petite woman! I automatically go into protection mode and rush Mario.
Without thinking about it, I grab him by the hair and pull him back hard. He curses and stumbles backward, his cock falling out of Amelia's now bleeding ass. That doesn't stop Kujo, though. He keeps pumping into her until he roars out his release.
"You fucking bitch!" Mario sneers at me, "Wait until I tell the boss about this!"
"What the fuck are you doing to her? You're going to fucking ruin her to the point we won't find a buyer for her!" I reply, using my head quickly to devise a good excuse now that I've realized my grave mistake.
"We don't sell virgins anymore! We had to take care of it so she could start her training." Mario scowls. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm not done."
"You did this to her while she was a virgin?" I choke out.
"He's right, poppet." I spin around and see Luca leaning against the doorframe. "We don't sell virgins anymore, because the buyers want those who know what they are doing. Mario was doing the job he was instructed to do."
I point to where Kujo is just now tossing Amelia to the side and standing up. "You're saying that you are okay with how he has remedied it? He could have done it himself; there was no need to DP a virgin!"
Luca pushes off the wall and walks over to where Amelia lays, crying in a fetal position. Luca gently moves her so she's on her back, and he then spreads her legs as if to examine her. He looks back at Kujo and then at Mario.
"No more using Kujo to take care of the virgins with you," Luca says, and I sigh in relief, but then he continues, "Find someone who isn't so big. Kujo is going to wind up killing the whores, and then we are out all that money."
I grab my stomach as it churns viciously at the brother's words. I stare at him in disbelief but he only smirks. "Luca…" I say his name, but nothing else wants to come out.
"You've definitely discarded the whore's virginity. Go ahead and finish yourself off while I take care of my own whore for sticking her nose in where it doesn't belong."
"Yes, Sir." Mario grins and again walks towardthe bed.
"Luca!" I cry out when he grabs hold of my arm in a vice-like grip. "You're hurting me!"
"Oh, you have no idea what hurting is, but you will." He pulls me from the room just as Amelia's screams start back up.
"Ryan, are you okay?" Beau's voice tears me from my private hell.
"Uh, yeah. I just needed a minute…"
"You've been in here for almost ten minutes." He tosses his sandwich wrapper away and places my sandwich on the counter before me. "You need to eat."
"I can't," I choke out and go to move away, but Beau grabs my hand and spins me around.
"Talk to me, Ryan. Let me understand what you are going through. I thought that's what we were supposed to be doing tonight."
I nod. "Yeah, but that was before…"
"Before what?" he asks when my sentence trails off.
"Nothing."
"Jesus, Ryan. You've got to let me in again. I'm not going to run from you." Beau grabs my other hand as well and holds firmly onto them.
"That's the thing, Beau—don't you see? I want you to run away from me—Ineedyou to run. Run as fast as you can and never look back. Your Ry is no longer here; she's been evicted, and I can't see any way of getting her to come back. There is nothing but darkness now, Beau, and it isn't pretty."
