Why do those words make me feel like the earth is pressing on my shoulders and my heart is sinking at the same time? Give up... Give in… Just let it all go and accept that this is all I’ll ever know. For the first time ever, tears leak down my cheeks as Payne gains another piece of my soul in his dirty palm that has shaken hands with the devil.
“I hate you,” I whisper those words out loud. To whom? I’m not sure.
It could be Payne for all he’s put me through or it could be Franco as I watch him slide my underwear the rest of the way off as if in a daze. This is really happening yet I feel frozen, as if my body is shutting down and quitting. Maybe it’s both men who can’t keep their fucking hands to themselves. I never asked for this.
“What are you waiting for, Chief? What does she taste like?” Payne asks, taunting him.
I want to squeeze my eyes shut, but for some reason, I can’t. It’s like I want to torture myself, beating myself up just to feel that ounce of pain I deserve. There must be a reason this keeps happening to me? Either way, I watch Franco lean in, as if mesmerized and take a deep breath with his face inches from my pussy. The huff of his warm breath causes me to jump in place, his gaze flickering up to watch me as he licks with the flat of his tongue between my legs. His tongue is wet, warm, and moves rapidly, going right in for the kill without intent of slowing down.
More tears flow down my cheeks, hating myself for liking how good it feels, even as much as I hate every second of this. I try to fight it by putting my mind somewhere else, but my body is reacting no matter how much I don’t want this. The wetness between my thighs mortifies me. He sucks my clit between his lips suddenly and sucks hard enough to bruise as he watches my hips jerk forward as he grabs the back of my thighs to bring me closer to his mouth. I’m surrounded by two monsters that get off on my suffering and humiliation.
“You may say no but it seems your body tells a different story. Once a whore, always a whore.” Payne laughs evilly in my ear as my body shakes, an uncontrolled orgasm rising to the surface.
“I–I don’t want this,” I manage to say in a shaky voice, squeezing my eyes shut for a second as I try to hold off as long as I can.
“Lies. I better see his face covered in your juices, Tillie, or I’m blowing off your boyfriend’s head over here.” He wiggles his gun in Dalton’s direction as if I need a reminder of what's at stake.
My body slumps in Payne’s hold in defeat. I’ll never have control of my body or my mind it seems. Why fight? I don’t want Dalton to die. I’ll do anything for my guys to make sure they survive, to experience a long life of actually living. This right here isn’t living, it’s trying to survive even when you can hear the clock ticking. Any moment, my life can end and I can only recall a few times I’ve truly felt happy. I fight with myself back and forth, trying to find the will to keep going but it’s like grasping at air…
This is me giving up.
Forgive me.I think about the guys and hope they come to realize this isn’t the real me. My brain and body are at war with each other. My traitorous body is winning.
“You have one second to let go of my girl or fucking die.”
Tey
“You put my precious in danger and caused my unicorn harm! I’m going to cut you open. I’m going to enjoy ripping your intestines out and shoving them down your throat until they spill out of your stomach all over again. But I won’t, at least not before you tell us why you were at the rave. After that? Well…” I smirk and shrug my shoulders before holding my knife up to the single light bulb hanging in the middle of the room and squint my eyes… Is that a scuff mark on my knife?
Fucking great. Another thing tonight that puts me in a bad mood. First, Tillie almost gets hurt in a shootout of guns, my stuffed unicorn’s head pops off, and now a scratch on my favorite knife. Where did I go wrong in my life to deserve this? All I want is to stab this fucker like five minutes ago, give my knife a nice polish to make her shine again, and bury my face in Tillie’s neck or pussy. I’m not picky as long as I get to draw in her sweet cinnamon and vanilla scent.
“Tey, focus,” Nicky orders as he circles around the gang member tied to the chair like a shark drawing closer to its prey, the deep timbre of his voice causing a shiver to trail down my spine in delight at the quiet demand.
When he’s ready, I'll be bottom. Of course I won’t tell him that just yet. He’s got to work for it. If he wants to shove his big, tattoo-covered cock up my tight ass he’s going to have to open up for all the love I have for him. Jin pushed him and beat him since I’ve known Nicky, and if his father ever finds out that his heir, his son, likes the taste of men too… his body would be found behind some restaurant dumpster in downtown Chinatown with everyone turning a blind eye. I don’t think my Nicholas will resist the temptation of me much longer. I’ll keep him safe no matter what, and I mean, come on, have you seen my glutes? Fucking squeezable, I’ve worked my ass off to get these muscles on my butt.
How can I focus at a time like this when all that’s been playing in my mind for the last two nights is him and Tillie sharing my cum in a kiss that made me hard in one second flat all over again. He’s not helping matters when he steps around me, his long fingers skimming the back of my neck as he moves to crouch in front of our latest torture victim. I’ve been dreaming for a couple years now of those skilled fingers wrapping around my thick cock, coating his hands with squirt after squirt of my delicious cum.
Maybe next time I’ll carve my name into his chest, and watch as his pale skin turns red with his warm blood. Anyone who would look at him would know he belongs to me. Oh! Maybe we should get matching tattoos? I’ll let him tattoo my cock if I get to pierce his and if I’m lucky, Tillie will let me tattoo her pussy? A nipple piercing on her would be fucking delicious too. Ugh! There’s so much to consider! I would love to see my name on her body, placed over one of her scars that will now bring her only memories of me instead. She might not let me mark her body with tattoos or piercings but then again I’ll just have to knock her out with one of Nicky’s drugs if it comes to that. She’ll just wake up all dazed and bam. New artwork that I created forever on her skin! God, she could wake up with the needle piercing her pink nipples and cursing me in Spanish once she realizes what I did. Just the thought alone has me ready to come, my balls aching. I bite my knuckle to quiet my groan and Nicky glances over his shoulder with his eyebrow raised before his eyes slide down to the obvious tent in my pants with a smirk.
“This can go two different ways. You talk and I can make your death quick with just a shot to the back of the head, or I can drag it. Pain is like breathing and hours after I’ve had my fun by peeling layers of your skin off, all you’ll know before your lungs expand one more time is pain,” Nicky threatens the gang member, his green gaze unyielding and he slowly shakes his head at the stupidity when our guest remains quiet.
“So be it, buddy. Silence it is. It really doesn’t take a genius to figure out which gang you belong to. You should have covered up those tattoos, Amigo.” Nicky sighs like he has better things to be doing but I know he loves torturing those who deserve it just as much as I do.
I walk over to the chain-link fence in the corner of the room that has all of our favorite tools on hooks just for this occasion. I play with my lip ring, sucking it in and out as I debate which device I want to start with. Why is this so hard? The pliers or tire iron?
“Nicholas, help! Broken bones first or slow torture?” I glance over my shoulder to see his forearms rippling with muscles as he stands over our struggling guest.
Nicky grabs the jaw that’s been clamped shut under our questioning while placing his other hand over the tattoo of a skull on the gang member’s forehead to hold him still as Nicky pries his mouth open.
“Fuck you! I’m not saying shit!” He screams through the pain and tries to wrench his head away but Nicky has a tight grip on him.
“Since you made your choice, I’m not seeing why you need your tongue,” Nicky replies back casually like he’s talking about a grocery shopping list and not about removing the fleshy meat in this asshole's mouth.
I’m starting to think maybe after he’s done with his tongue, I should put it in a glass jar and give it to Tillie as a gift? Actions speak louder than words! I like this idea. With that in mind, I grab the pliers off the fence and practically skip over to Nicky’s right side like a schoolgirl, but only because this is the exciting part of having a torture session.
“Any last words?” I laugh in the gang member's face as he glares up at me with a hint of fear in his eyes just as I grasp his wiggling tongue between the pliers and bend down to grab my knife out of my boot.
“Wa–wait! Jesus Christ! J-just wait, I’ll tell you everything!” His words are hard to understand, likely due to all the saliva coming out of his mouth from his incessant babbling.
