“She didn’t look at us like she used to.” Admitting that shit out loud hurts.
Vaughn sighs and scrubs a hand down his face. “She wouldn’t have left with him if we told her the truth.”
“How the fuck do you know that?” Carter growls.
Vaughn meets his hardened stare with one of his own. “She would have wanted to stay and fix this shit with us because of what she just learned. She now knows the truth about why we are in here. She thinks we all hate her?—”
“You do hate her!” I interject.
Vaughn shakes his head. “I fell in love with that girl weeks before she even arrived here. Pretending that I hated her everyday nearly killed me. If she knew how I really felt, she would have stayed with us because she loves us. She needs to be as far away from us as she can be right now. We are so close to finally bringing him down and not just setting ourselves free, but her as well.”
“I want this shit dealt with fast because our girl needs us,” Carter says with determination.
“If he lays a single fucking finger on her, I’m going to kill him,” I vow.
“And we’ll help hide the body, brother,” Vaughn promises.
TWENTY-TWO
KARLEY
It’s been a month since my father dragged me out of Slade Le Roux. I don’t say that metaphorically. He literally dragged me out the front doors by my hair and threw me in the back of the car, then had his driver take us to another one of his facilities. This is nothing new for me, he’s done this my whole life. Never before have I ever fucked any of the patients until Slade Le Roux. There was something about them that set me on fire and had my blood burning like an inferno that could only be put out by their touch.
I’ve been a shell.
Broken emotionally and almost mentally.
Unlike Slade Le Roux, I have been bound to this cell since I arrived. I haven’t seen the sky in thirty days. I’ve been allowed to shower five times, and my meals are served to me in here. I’ve had no contact with anyone. I think I’m starting to lose my mind because I’m even talking to myself.
“He has to let you out. When you get out, then you can start healing and you’ll have distractions so you will be able to stop thinking about them and how much your heart hurts.” I nod to myself and smile. “Yes, that’s a great plan. I can get lost in reading or knitting or something, so then I don’t think aboutthem every second of every day and pray they will fucking rescue me from this hell.”
My father hasn’t made contact since he brought me here. I couldn’t even look at him and I can barely stomach the thought of sharing DNA with him after knowing what he did to Draven’s sister. Tears prick the backs of my eyes and I fight to keep them at bay, I’ve cried enough these past few weeks.
Not for myself but for them.
They have suffered at the hands of my father for years. They could have hurt me or killed me but they didn’t. Well, they did hurt me but not intentionally. Instead they made sure every night that I was attended to and had the most glorious fucking orgasms of my life. They fed the demons inside me and had me wanting to embrace every diabolical kink I have ever had.
They may have been using me but I loved every depraved minute of it.
I tremble at the memories of how they turned my own body against me and had me prepared to sell my fucking soul to the devil if it meant I would get another taste of them. I’m pulled from my thoughts when my cell door unlocks. I brace myself for the unexpected. When I see the nurse who has been delivering my food three times a day I relax a little. Normally she just opens the little window on the door and shoves my tray through.
“Follow me, please.” I debate arguing with her but the thought of finally being able to get the fuck out of here for a while has me leaping to my feet and rushing after her. Unlike Slade Le Roux, the halls are clean and filled with chatter, the inmates here look better cared for and the staff treat them well. That brings a small smile to my face. The nurse leads me to the bathrooms and I almost weep at the sight of the showers. She smiles and hands me a towel, a pair of sweats and a fresh shirt. I make quick work of stripping off and moving under the spray. I sigh in relief at the feeling of the water washing away some of the sins of my past.
I use the shampoo and soap that is in the stall and take my time scrubbing every inch of my body. I don’t know when the next time I will be allowed to shower, so I’m going to take my time and enjoy this and I do, until the fucking lights shut off. I quickly finish rinsing the shampoo from my hair and shut the shower off.
I strain my hearing, listening for any sounds that someone is in here with me. When I hear the distinct sound of footsteps, dread weaves its way through me. As quietly as I can, I reach out through the shower curtain and try to grab my towel from the hook but I grip nothing but air. Panic sets in and my breathing turns choppy. At Slade Le Roux I knew what I was getting myself into, Draven explained the rules that first night, but here, I’m flying blind.
I take three calming breaths and lift my chin, I’m going to fake this shit until I make it because I won’t let this fucking place break me.
“Whoever the fuck you are, you better return my towel now and get the hell out before I scream,” I shout. My words bounce off the walls and echo slightly. I wait for a long while and when I hear nothing, I slowly draw the curtain back and gasp at the sight of the neon paint on the mirror. I read the one word three times before it finally sinks in.
Run.
I take off like a bat out of hell for the exit, then pull the door open, expecting to see the nurse but the hallway that was just filled with people is now empty and dark. I can only see a few feet in front of me. Fear is choking me and trying to get me to submit but the demon inside me refuses to cower. If this is one of my dad’s sick games, I won’t allow him the upper hand. I tread carefully and slowly, I run my fingertips along the wall, using it to help guide me back toward the common area that I have to pass through to get to my room.
Goosebumps prick my skin and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when I enter the common area. I feel eyes on me. I dart my eyes around but see nothing but blackness. I know I’m not alone, and the fact I have nothing to defend myself with and I’m naked doesn’t bode well for me. I pause in the center of the room, feeling a presence in front of me. I feel another behind me and on my right.
I close my eyes and try to garner the strength I’ll need to fight my way out of this. Draven isn’t here to save me this time from being raped. His reaction makes sense now, why he killed that guy.
