Page 52 of Cole: Bloodlines
The cage's metal bars pressed cold imprints into his palms as he inched forward on scraped knees, never breaking eye contact with his captor. The man backed away, boots scraping against concrete, creating just enough space for Maddy to emerge from the cage. When he finally stood, his legs trembled violently beneath him. He tried to summon Cory's measured four-count breathing technique, but his lungs seized and spasmed, each breath catching like fabric on barbed wire.
The man's leather jacket hung open, revealing a gleaming black Glock nestled in its holster—a silent warning not to be stupid. Cold metal cuffs bit into Maddy's wrists as they clicked shut, his trembling hands secured in front of him like an offering. The kidnapper circled with predatory slowness, his calloused fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake as they traced the contours of Maddy's shoulders, the ridges of his ribs, the hollow at the small of his back. His muscles contracted involuntarily beneath the unwanted touch, goosebumps rising on his pale skin. The man paused behind him, pressing his substantial weight against Maddy's back, his breath sour as it dampened the fine hairs on his neck. Maddy's chest heaved in shallow, rapid bursts as he squeezed his eyes shut, bile rising inhis throat when the kidnapper's erection dug into the cleft of his ass through the thin fabric of his underwear.
“I don't know if I can control myself,” the man rasped, his voice like gravel scraping concrete. He buried his nose in Maddy's hair, inhaling deeply as if savoring a delicacy. “Pity for you if I can't.” His roughened hands slid around Maddy's narrow waist and down his quivering stomach.
No…The panic and fear blazed through him like wildfire, propelling him back to the apartment with Wade and Byrd, back to the island.
“It's really your fault if I lose control,” the kidnapper groaned, his voice thick with a hunger that made Maddy's skin crawl. His hands moved lower with terrible purpose, burrowing beneath the elastic of Maddy's underwear, his calloused palms engulfing Maddy's genitals with a violating intimacy. A deep, guttural sound—half-growl, half-moan—rumbled from deep within the man's chest, and he squeezed harder, his fingernails digging crescents into tender flesh.
Maddy clenched his teeth until his jaw ached, his eyes clamped so tightly shut that phosphenes sparked behind his eyelids as hot tears pooled there.No... no... don't...Sobs congealed in his throat like cement, threatening to suffocate him as every muscle in his body seized into granite.
The man's breath came in humid, ragged pants against Maddy's ear, guttural grunts punctuating each exhalation. His calloused palm scraped roughly against Maddy's genitals, fingers digging into tender flesh with bruising force. His denim-covered erection ground against Maddy's ass, the zipper teeth catching and scraping with each savage, rutting motion.
A strangled sob tore free from Maddy's raw throat. His vertebrae cracked as the man's sweaty forehead forced his head down, the kidnapper's pulse throbbing visibly at his temple. The man's pupils had dilated to obsidian pools, his irises merecopper rings around bottomless want as he savored each second of Maddy's terror—a predator toying with wounded prey before the killing lunge.
White-hot pain lanced down Maddy's cervical spine as the man's skull crushed his neck forward at an impossible angle. The hands grew vicious, fingernails carving into the tender flesh of Maddy's scrotum, making him jerk and whimper involuntarily. The man's respiration devolved into bestial panting, each exhalation spraying spittle against Maddy's nape.
He's going to fucking RAPE you—DO SOMETHING!!
The scream erupted from some archaic place deep within Maddy's chest, a desperate howl that clawed its way up his throat before he even registered the decision to fight. In one fluid motion ignited by pure survival instinct, Maddy dropped his head forward and whipped it backward with every ounce of strength he possessed, feeling the satisfying crunch as his skull connected with the bridge of the man's nose.
The impact exploded through Byrne's face like a grenade, cartilage shattering with a wet crunch that reverberated through his skull. Hot blood erupted from his shattered nose, copper-tasting and thick as it flooded his mouth and chin. The world tilted violently, his vision fracturing into starbursts of white-hot pain as he stumbled backward, legs suddenly rubber beneath him.
Before his brain could process what had happened, the kid transformed into a blur of desperate fury—all knees and elbows and animal terror. He slammed into Byrne's chest with a force that emptied his lungs in one violent exhale. They crashed to the concrete, Byrne's skull bouncing against the floor with a sickening thud. The boy clawed and scrambled over him likea feral animal, fingernails raking flesh, and Byrne felt those desperate fingers scrabbling for his holster. He lunged for the weapon as the kid's hand closed over the grip, muscles straining as he wrenched the barrel upward, forcing it toward the soft underbelly above him.
Maddy's face hovered inches from his own, contorted in primal terror and rage, sweat and tears dripping onto Byrne's bloodied face. Something electric surged through Byrne's groin, his erection throbbing painfully against his zipper. He slowly bared his teeth in a crimson grin, blood bubbling between them. The boy's fear was intoxicating—better than any drug he'd ever—
The kid headbutted him with the force of a sledgehammer, cracking Byrne's skull against the concrete, which sent vibrations through his teeth. Blood sprayed from his pulverized nose as his fingers spasmed around the weapon. The boy clawed desperately at the gun, fingernails tearing into Byrne's flesh until the weapon suddenly wrenched free, spinning across the floor with a metallic shriek.
Maddy lunged away, scrambling on all fours toward the pistol. Byrne bellowed—a primal, animal sound—and seized the boy's ankle in a vise grip. The kid crashed face-first onto the concrete with a hard crack, blood spraying from his shattered nose. Maddy twisted like a trapped animal, flipping onto his back and driving his heel into Byrne's face with bone-shattering force. Cartilage collapsed under the impact as Byrne's head snapped backward, his body following in a boneless arc. The boy tore his ankle free, leaving skin behind, and hurled himself toward the gun.
Byrne lunged with animal ferocity, slamming Maddy face-first into the concrete. Nearly two hundred pounds of muscle crushed the air from Maddy's lungs as Byrne came down on top of him, his blood-slick face pressed against his ear. He buried his face in the boy's sweat-dampened hair, inhaling the scentof terror while grinding his granite-hard erection against the cleft of Maddy's ass. “That was fun,” he growled, each syllable scraping from his throat like rusty nails. “Nothing gets me harder than when they fight back.”
The kid writhed beneath him, his spine arched desperately as tendons strained in his neck, distressed gasps escaping through teeth clenched so tightly that the tendons in his jaw stood out like cords. His handcuffed wrists scrabbled uselessly against the floor, fingernails breaking as they clawed at the rough cement.
Byrne's laughter came in wheezing bursts as he reached for the gun, fingers leaving smears of crimson on the polished metal before he flung it across the room. The weapon skittered across the floor and vanished into the shadows.
“Don't need that,” he growled, saliva and blood spraying with each syllable. “It’s much more fun when I have to work for it.” He dug his hips forward in vicious thrusts, denim scraping against the thin cotton of Maddy's underwear. “Gonna split you open until you bleed.”
Maddy's struggles became frantic—all elbows, knees, and animal sounds—then suddenly stopped. His cheek pressed against the cold concrete, his chest heaving in quick, shallow breaths. Tears streamed from his bloodshot eyes, running down the bridge of his nose and pooling beneath his face in dark, expanding circles.
“Don't give up now,” Byrne panted as he sat back, straddling the boy's body, his thighs clamping around Maddy's ribs like a vise. “Things were just getting interesting.” He dragged the back of his hand across his shattered nose, smearing crimson across his stubbled cheek. His split lips peeled back in a grotesque grin, revealing blood-slicked teeth. Byrne pushed himself upright, his combat boots planted on either side of the boy's narrow hips, and stooped down, meaty fingers digging into Maddy's shoulders as he turned him onto his back.
Maddy flopped over like a dead fish, all fight—alllife—emptied from him like water down a storm drain. His once-bright eyes had gone flat and vacant, like clouded marbles, staring at some middle distance beyond the ceiling. Fresh blood bubbled from his nostrils with each shallow breath, forming a sticky crimson trail that merged with the darker rivulet seeping from his split lower lip, pooling in the hollow of his throat.
“Hey.” Byrne lightly smacked his bloody, tear-streaked cheek, leaving a perfect red handprint on the pale skin. “Don't check out on me.” The boy's eyelids fluttered like moth wings, but his gaze remained unfocused, pupils dilated to black pools. Byrne huffed, his rancid breath washing over Maddy's face. “Boy, I've fucked corpses still warm from the kill—playing dead won't stop me from fucking you raw and bloody.”
Byrne hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of the kid's underwear and wrenched them down his legs with a single violent motion. The cheap cotton scraped against Maddy's goose-fleshed thighs, leaving angry crimson welts where Byrne's ragged nails carved shallow furrows into the pale, dirt-smudged skin. The boy lay motionless, chest barely rising with each shallow breath, eyes fixed on nothing. A muscle in Byrne's jaw twitched as he scowled down at his unresponsive prey, thick fingers fumbling with his belt buckle, the metal clinking in the damp silence.
“Play it however you want, kid,” Byrne growled through blood-flecked teeth, spittle glistening in his stubble. “You're still gonna get fucked and filleted—just like your pretty little girlfriend.” The zipper's teeth parted with a metallic hiss as he shoved his pants down his hairy thighs. His engorged cock sprang free, bobbing obscenely in the cold air—a grotesque purple-headed monstrosity with angry blue veins pulsing beneath stretched skin, a glistening pearl of pre-cum oozing from the slit. He stroked the inflated shaft, grinning down at hisprey. “Yeah, she’s here, too. My dad’s taken a real shine to her.” He chuckled, panting. “When my old man gets through with her, that tight little virgin pussy won’t be so tight anymore.” Byrne nudged the boy with his foot. “Whaddya think of that, hm?”
The kid didn’t respond, just lay naked and glassy-eyed on the cold concrete.
Byrne chuffed and reached down to flip the boy onto his stomach—and the kid exploded to life.
Maddy's bare foot hurled upward with cobra-strike precision, the heel connecting with devastating force against Byrne's exposed genitals with a sickening fleshycrunch. The impact drove his testicles up into his pelvic cavity with such force that a white-hot explosion of agony detonated behind his eyes. His mouth stretched into a silent scream as his legs buckled beneath him as if the bones had suddenly dissolved, sending his knees crashing against the concrete with a solid crack that echoed off the walls. Both hands instinctively clutched at his pulverized groin, fingers scrabbling uselessly against the waves of agony radiating outward from his core, every molecule of oxygen evacuating his lungs in a strangled wheeze that sprayed bloody droplets into the cold, stale air.
Tears flooded his vision in a crimson haze as the boy's knee rocketed upward, pulverizing what remained of his nose with a wet crunch that sent bone fragments spearing into his sinuses. His head whiplashed backward, vertebrae popping like gunshots, before his heavy frame crashed to the concrete, his skull bouncing off the floor.
