Rapist.
“Tillie, let him up,” Logan suddenly says, his voice angry and gruff.
Almost like I’m in someone else’s body, I move to get off the bed with Tey helping me with a hand on my elbow. I don’t understand why they are helping me deliver my payback, letting me take the ropes, but for once in my life… I have someone to lean on, just for a little bit, until I can find my strength.
Don’t get me wrong, revenge is still in the back of my mind, but it’s on pause for right now. This is about living before I die. That death can be any day now and I can feel it trying to creep up on me.
The moment we’re away from the bed, Gary struggles to get off his mattress and ends up tangling his legs in his sheets as he rolls off onto the floor.
“Please, we won’t ever do it again. Just let us go, man,” Stan pleads, clenching onto Nicky’s pants leg, and doesn’t let go as Nicky tries to shake him off with a curl of his upper lip.
“I’ve changed my mind. You’ll live for today, but just remember those tanks have your names on them,” Logan says, ignoring the hard look Nicky gives me and the way Dalton pushes off the wall like he’s going to argue.
“Thank you! Thank you!” Larry cries and he misses the way Tey starts chuckling darkly, right by my ear.
“Dalton, line up Gary right next to his buddies. Oh, and hand Tillie that baseball bat from next to the nightstand.” Logan grins as he checks his Rolex and starts rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, which is very distracting.
Didn’t know I’d be getting an arm porn show today, but I’m not complaining, especially as Nicky starts to do the same thing.
Dalton does as he’s asked without complaining, dragging a groaning Gary next to his two buddies and making all of them get to their knees. Next, he walks over to the nightstand with a cheerful whistle and grabs a baseball bat tucked behind there, handing it over to me with a wink.
“Swing hard, little bitch… makes your breasts jiggle more. You may not know this, but I’m a breast man, and you've got some fantastic ones on you.” He tweaks my nipple as he walks by, making me gasp.
He goes to stand behind the three jocks that are about to be in a lot of pain and gives me a nod to get started. Testing the weight in my hands, I look up and stare into a pair of honey eyes that narrow on me as I just stand there.
Right. Okay, I can do this.
Gripping the handle of the baseball bat, I stare down at Larry and picture all the women these three men have hurt. Raped. Abused. No more.
The bat makes a low whistling noise as it swings through the air, but the sound of bone crunching under the solid wood brings back memories of Payne using his fists on me. The time I had two cracked ribs. A broken nose. My stomach black and blue from being beaten, the shape of a boot print outlined on my skin. I didn’t even realize I closed my eyes at some point until I blink them open, as I lean over Larry and keep bringing the bat down. His cries cut off and I know he’s either passed out from the pain or I may have hit him over the head. I can’t remember.
Breathing hard, I straighten from my crouched position over Larry's body and blow the hair out of my face with a grin as blood trickles down my cheek. Pure bliss shoots through my body at seeing the strange way Larry’s leg is bent, the odd angle of his arm, and his face bleeding… I took my rage out on them.
It felt fucking fantastic.
I glance up and see the two horrified gazes of Gary and Stan hugging each other as they stare in shock at the blood surrounding me. I probably look crazy but could care less. Tey doesn’t seem to know where to look, his gaze going to the blood I’m covered in and flickering down to Gary and Stan whimpering at my feet. Nicky keeps eyeing my bat, his fists clenched at his sides, but his gaze stops at the scrap of lace between my legs like he’s going to rip it off of me with his teeth. I notice Logan next to him, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to hold himself back, but the passion in his darkening gaze makes my thighs squeeze together to release the pressure building there.
“Nicky,” I absently say, making eye contact with Dalton, his whole body vibrating like he’s seconds away from grabbing me.
“Tillie,” Nicky growls, his voice deep and oh so dangerous.
“It’s your turn.” I glance at him and hold out the bat, waiting for him to take it.
He needs an outlet too. It could have been his sister in my place in the locker room and I know how much he cares for her. He doesn’t say anything as he grabs the baseball bat and swipes my hair off my shoulder to caress that tender spot between my neck and shoulder as he walks by. Stan whimpers as he tries to crawl away, but Nicky grasps the back of his collar and slams him to the ground just before he lifts the bat. Screaming pierces my ear and the sound of more bone crunching fills the space as Nicky beats the shit out of Stan, but I can’t seem to focus on anything. I feel anxious, jumpy, like I need to run and keep going until I can’t breathe.
“Get down to your knees, little bitch,” Dalton says in a gruff voice, his violent eyes heating as they trail over my body.
I tilt my head, not understanding why he’s suddenly bossing me around and wondering what exactly he’s up to, especially when he grins that stupid smile. Stupid dimples.
“On your knees and crawl.” He points to his boots, his hard tone telling me to not bother arguing with him and I better listen.
I hesitate for a split second and slowly sink to my knees, my breathing coming out easier once I’m kneeling on the carpet. My whole life I’ve been told what to do. I craved freedom, but having that moment of control actually scared me. I don’t know how to handle these feelings. Fear of the unknown sneaks up on me and I need something to ground me back to reality. Eyeing Dalton’s boots, I get on my hands and knees and do something that really lets me know I’ve gone off the deep end. I crawl over to him, my hips swaying, and I know the guys are getting an eyeful of my ass and the wet line right over my pussy lips.
Stopping at his feet, I stare down at his biker boots and slowly drag my gaze up his tall, built body, until I’m looking into violet eyes that are enjoying every moment of this.
“I think we’ve allowed you enough freedom, don’t you think?” Dalton mutters, resting his hand on the top of my head… Is he petting me?
He is! It’s strange, but I’m kind of loving it. His fingers keep sliding through my hair, pulling slightly at the locks making my scalp tingle, and my eyes try to slip closed at the feeling. I’m trying not to lean into his touch as his expression turns arrogant, like he knows what’s going through my mind and it’s hard to keep my cheeks from flushing with lust.
