...When in Hell Page 2

  “What do you want us to do with her?” Blaine asks as he keeps her away from Scar. But she struggles against him as he holds onto her.

  “Take her downstairs.” I shrug as she looks at me, her blue eyes wide. Her eyes move down my body and I don’t let her see it as my ego inflates when she stops and bluntly stares at my dick, her mouth slightly parts, only enough that if I wasn’t paying attention I wouldn’t even notice. Blaine turns with her, his hand on the back of her neck as she pulls away from him. She steps down hard on his foot before she tries to make a break for it, but she falls backwards and, without needing to step into her, she falls into my arms. “That’s not a good idea, Little Girl, Blaine is simply protecting you. Those other two want nothing more than to rape and kill you.” I growl into her ear before I push her back towards Blaine and he nods his head as the three men walk with her out of the room. “You two can go home for the night.” I tell the other men. They look sadly up to me. They wanted to have fun with her, but they just nod to me, before they turn and leave the room. I nod to Blaine as he moves her out of the room, but my voice stops them for a second. “What’s your name?”

  “Fuck you.” She bites out, causing Blaine’s eyes to grow wide and I have to stop myself from laughing out. As much as I fucking loath being disrespected, the fact that this tiny woman has the balls to be in a dark room with men who just kidnapped her and say that to me… well, even I can see the humor in it.

  “I said,” I step into her, snatching her arm and turning her around, “what’s your name?” Her demeanor doesn’t even waver as she stares back up at me.

  “And I said… Fuck. You.” She states every word calmly, pulling her arm out of my grasp before she spits at me, her saliva landing on my face.

  The red fog fills my brain as I move quickly, wrapping my hand tightly around her throat as I slam her back across the hallway, into the wall, and I lean into her. “You’ll fucking regret doing that, Little Girl.” She refuses to gasp under my hand as I continue to tighten it on her throat, cutting off her airway. She fights herself to stay conscious, as she doesn’t let her glare of hatred falter.

  I see the slight shock on her face as I release her just as quickly as I slammed her into the wall. Looking back at Blaine, “On second thought, put her in the basement.”

  ❖

  Early the next morning, I walk down into the basement and open up the cell that Blaine put her in. I was going to be nice. I was going to just lock her into one of the rooms downstairs, but after the fucking audacity of her spitting in my face, that bitch came down here.

  Walking into the cell, I sit down across the room from her, a little surprised that she’s sound asleep on the bed. I mean, it’s an actual bed, not a cot… I’m not a complete monster. Or at least not always. The cell isn’t like a prison cell at all. It only has one small window, but the bed is a mattress, there are nice sheets on it. It’s just bare, especially compared to the other rooms. The fact that she’s capable of sleeping in this environment with everything that just happened… well, it tells me she’s used to this and most likely worse.

  I have torture cells that I could have put her in, and still might just to fucking scare her, but I’ll see how she acts for now.

  I sit and wait for her to wake up.

  She rolls over in the bed, causing one of her legs to poke out of the blanket as the shirt she is wearing rides up her thigh and I can see underneath where her thighs touch. Instantly noticing that she isn’t wearing anything underneath the T-shirt. Shifting slightly so that when she wakes up, she won’t see the reaction that my body has to her.

  ❖

  Nyx

  My eyes open and there are two men standing at the end of the bed, staring at me.

  “What the fuck?” I shout before they are on me.

  “Shit, what the hell are you guys doing?” I hear another voice shout as he walks into the room and then pulls both of the men off of me.

  “She woke up.” One of the men, whose eyes quickly move from side to side. As I look at him, it makes me feel uneasy. There is just something about how he can’t stand still and how he is staring at me, an evil grin plastered on his face. Also, I am overly aware that the only reason I woke up is because they were both staring at me.

  “What the fuck!” I shout again before they grab my hands and I’m being hoisted off of the bed, pushed down the stairs, as we move through the house I see just how much of a disarray that it is in, and then I’m pushed into a car.

  A grip on the back of my neck forces my head down towards the floorboard. For a second, I panic. My head is forced downward until it stops when it comes down to my knees. “Don’t fucking look up. Sit just like that.” An unknown voice, which must mean it belongs to the third man that I didn’t hear speak earlier.

  The hands on my legs cause me to realize how I went to sleep in just Jack’s T-shirt last night and it makes me pull my legs up closer to my body before I hear the same man shout again. “Goddamnit, keep your fucking hands off of her. You know if you touch her Luce will be fucking pissed.” I originally thought that he was in charge, but I guess I was wrong.

  “The girl woke up. She saw us. She’s in the back.” Is all I hear the man say before I’m being pulled off of the seat that I’m sitting in and out of the car.

  “Don’t fucking look up,” the man in charge says to me as he grasps ahold of the back of my neck again, forcing my head down, and hoists me forward over a couple of concrete steps and then I’m being pushed in through a door. I take in the marble floor as we continue to walk past the door, and then my feet come up to the steps. I’m trying to keep up with his pace but my legs are much shorter and as I try to step up onto another stair, he pulls me forward, causing my foot to stop short as it’s kicking the step. I whimper out in the pain that is shooting through my bare foot before my knees land hard on the step. “Fuck.” He mutters as I fall to the ground. Lifting me back up to a standing position, before he slows down his pace and we continue up what feels like hundreds of more steps.

  After a few dozen steps, we finally come to the flat surface before he’s pushing me forward again down a hallway. I hear a door open in front of me before I try to pull away against his hands. Whimpering as he only grips on tighter until I hear the door shut behind us and he finally lets go of my neck, letting me look up before I hear him chuckle into my ear as his hand comes to hold on to my arm. The room he pushes me into is dark, but as we turn into it, I can see the moonlight shining through the large window in the room.

  The gasp comes out quickly as I watch a man standing far off in the room, completely naked, thrust into a woman’s mouth, who is kneeling in front of him on the floor. His hands are gripping onto her hair as he presses into her mouth and I can’t help but follow the trail of her hands and notice how they are moving between her own thighs.

  I can tell the two men in front of me are smirking at the scene and enjoying it.

  And I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little disgusted by myself for being slightly turned on by it as well. I can’t help but watch his hips and the distance that they move in and out of her mouth, watching his well-defined abs contract with each thrust, my mouth somewhat dropping further and the realization of what that exactly means. The gagging that comes from her only furthers my thoughts.

  I can’t take my eyes off of him as his thrusts become more erratic before he slows. Then removes his dick from her mouth, reaches down, grabbing onto her face, and lifts her to stand in front of him. “Swallow.” He orders her and he glares down at her for a second before he then mutters, “Open.” And she does. He looks inside of her mouth for a second before he pushes her head to the side and then struts over to where we stand.

  It’s dark in the room and I can barely make out his face as he walks up, staring at me specifically.

  “What do you want us to do with her?” The man holding me asks. I try to pull away from him, only causing his grip to tighten.

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bsp; “Take her downstairs.” He says it like it doesn’t fucking matter and I look up to him, shocked for a second. But I’m enthralled by his body as I let my eyes trail down it, looking over the muscles and scars that litter his torso before my eyes stop on his cock and, even after his release, still hangs impressively.

  As the man who is holding onto me starts to turn, I panic, knowing that this is probably my only moment to make a break for it. Slamming my foot down onto his as he gasps slightly and his hold on me is removed. I try to make a break for it, not sure where I will go but knowing that I have to get out of here, but as I move my foot slips off of his and then I’m falling backwards.

  The Boss catches me as I fall into his naked body and where his hands touch me sets my skin on fire. “That’s not a good idea, Little Girl.” Setting my core on fire as he growls into my ear. I instantly feel the need to try and press my thighs together. “Blaine here is simply protecting you. Those other two want nothing more than to rape and kill you.” But based on their faces when they woke me up, I already know that and I’m being hurled back upwards towards the man that he just referred to as Blaine.

  I’m actually surprised when he tells the other two men to go home and they leave immediately. We’re almost at the door when I hear his deep, raspy voice speak again. “What’s your name?”

  “Fuck you.” Comes out of my mouth before I can even stop it.

  “I said,” his voice is even more stern now as he grips my arm hard, spinning me around to look at him, “what’s your name?” The authority in his voice makes my stomach flip.

  “And I said…. Fuck. You.” I bite out again, pulling my arm out of his grip as I spit as much as I can into his face.

  I watch as the anger fills him quickly. Gasping for air as he slams me backwards against the wall. His hand pressing down on my throat and I’m struggling to get air, but I don’t reach up for his hands or do I gasp for air. I will never let him know that. Or about how I can feel myself becoming wet from this… “You’ll fucking regret doing that, Little Girl.” He squeezes tighter, his body now flush with mine as I can feel his hardened muscles against me and his slightly aroused cock pressing into my stomach and my vision becomes patchy, but I don’t lower my eyes nor fight against him for air. I simply stare back at him, trying to keep my shocked expression at bay before his hand leaves and walks away from me. “On second thought, put her in the basement.”

  Then he’s gone, walking back down the hallway as Blaine grabs a hold of me again and pushes me forward. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He whispers to me, but I can’t take my eyes off of the man’s naked ass as he walks further away in front of us.

  Blaine put me in this cell and shortly after I fell asleep. I’m used to shitty sleeping situations. I’m also used to shitty situations altogether. I wish I could say that this was the worst one that I’ve been in.

  ❖

  Waking up, I can feel his presence with me. As I open my eyes, I see him sitting across the room in a chair. He sits with one ankle resting on the other knee as he waits, his face slightly hidden in a shadow.

  Until he leans forward, leaning his elbows on his thighs. Swallowing quickly, I take him in as he sits now staring at me, and although he is in a completely different environment than he was last night, he still holds the same confidence as he did then. He’s dressed this time, in black dress pants and shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The veins in his forearms are slightly elevated above his muscles. Somehow they make me think about how his hands were around my throat last night.

  “Good morning,” I hear my gasp come out as I look up to him, suddenly aware of just how much of my legs are showing and wondering how long he has been waiting there. I don’t respond to him, only stare back, moving my leg back underneath the covers to make sure that I’m concealed. He raises one eyebrow when I do so, almost as if he knows why I did. “Are you ready to tell me who you are?”

  I don’t mean to when I laugh and look back over at him. “Right after you tell me who you are and why you have kidnapped me and locked me up.”

  He smirks, and I can’t keep my eyes off his upper lip as he runs his tongue along the top row of his teeth. Just being able to tell how much frustration I cause him brings me some sort of joy. “That’s not how this works.” He pauses, bringing his hands together and touching his index fingers together in front of his mouth. “I don’t have to tell you anything.”

  “Then fuc-,” I am cut off as he leaps across the room.

  His knees come to the sides of my body, pinning my legs between them as he forces my hips down to the bed with his, and one of his hands quickly clasps both of mine in it as he brings them above my head. I can feel the length of his cock pressing into my hips as he lowers his body down to stare me right in the eyes. I can definitely tell that there’s nothing semi aroused about it today. “I would watch your fucking mouth right now, Little Girl. I’m not in as good of a mood as I was last night. I may not go easy on you this time.” I can’t help but wonder about what he considers going easy.

  “Yes, I can understand how 6 hours without forcing someone to swallow your cum, can really dampen a mood.” His mouth curves up for a brief second as I finish my sentence before his eyes darken even more.

  “I’m not sure. Do you want to test your theory?” His eyebrow raises as if he’s begging me to say yes. “Force has never been my thing.” His voice is lower and I have to will my body from shivering underneath him as he talks and as I feel his dick press into me, harder. If that is even possible. “I’m powerful enough that I don’t need to use force.” A menacing laugh comes out. “But Little Girl, I would take great pleasure in breaking you.” He laughs before he stares at me. I’m not sure what he wants me to say in response to that. So I just continue to stare at him. I am overly aware of everywhere his body touches mine. “Is that what you want?” He growls at me again as he asks. “Do you want me to pin your head to the fucking bed as I force my cock down the back of your throat?” Finally, I cave in, shaking my head. “Good.” He just looks at me before he gets up and moves back over to the other side of the room, towards the door.

  “You’re just going to leave me in here?” I snap at him as he opens the door, turning around, and looking at me.

  “Yes,” he pauses, shaking his head for a second as if he could not believe I would ask such a ridiculous question. “What did you think I was just going to let you out now, let you run around?” He asks.

  “Maybe?” I don’t say it as if I am sure of myself, but instead I say it as a question. I just watch him as he shakes his head and walks out of the room.

  Chapter 2

  Luce

  “Jack.” I say into the phone as it rings on the desk. It has to be him… everyone knows not to call me, unless something is going down.

  “Fuck, Luce.” He grunts into the phone. “Did you have to take all the money?”

  “I counted it out as I was grabbing it. I would have only taken what you owed me, but it wasn’t even all there… So tell me, Jack. When am I going to get there rest of my fucking money?” I snap at him.

  “There’s only so much I can get right now.” He nearly pleads with me.

  “That isn’t good enough for me.”

  “What am I supposed to do?”

  “You can start with not stealing my fucking money.” I nearly shout into the receiver.

  “I can get you half this week.”

  “Still not good enough.”

  “But I-,” I cut him off.

  “I don’t care, Jack. I want it by the end of the week. That’s your timeline. I advise you to figure it the fuck out because next time I won’t be as nice.” I think of hanging up the phone, but I need to figure out who this girl is. “Unless you can think of another way for me to get my money.” I’m already kind of irritated with the fact that he doesn’t even seem to be worried about her. I purposefully leave him an opening so he can offer her as part of the payment. He
says nothing before I shake my head and snap again. “End of the week.” And I hang up.

  “Take something to eat down in the basement and take her something to change into.” I kind of smirk as I look back at Blaine when he walks into the office. Before I hold up my hand and walk over to the small closet here in the office and toss him one of mine.

  “Seriously?” It almost makes me laugh as he asks it. It’s simply a mind game at this point. Break her. I’m also positive after today in the basement that she may not know it yet, but her body craves me. So giving her a shirt of mine to wear, not only makes her think that I’m claiming her, but it also takes that piece of shit Jack’s shirt off and makes her lose all connection that she has with him at this point. I just stare back at him before he stops looking over at me. “Right, taking this down to her.” He nods, not looking back up at me before he walks back out of the room.

  I’m surprised when the phone rings again. “What?” I snap into it.

  “Luce.” I hear Jack mutter my name through the phone. He waits for me to respond as I just sit on the other end, silent… waiting for him to move first. “Hello?” One maintains being the one in power if you make everyone come to you and wait for you.