Chapter 1
Phoenyxx
I distantly heara voice calling out. Not wanting to be pulled out of the blissful nothingness I’m wrapped in, I whimper in my mind. The darkness cocoons me and I desperately fight to stay. The persistent voice is getting louder, though.
Despite my efforts, I feel myself gain awareness in my body. I mentally check all the aches and pains throughout me. My head is throbbing, my body cold, laying on some hard surface. I groan out loud, spurring the annoying voice even louder.
“Phoenyxx! Wake up, please wake up!” A male voice. I crack open my eyes, squinting in the harsh brightness of overhead, fluorescent lights. My eyes shift to my left, where the owner of the voice is shaking me. “Phoenyxx!”
“What... Bryan?” Thoroughly confused, I glance around at our surroundings. Underneath me is hard, rough concrete. The walls are also concrete, and closely put-together bars are in the front, like a jail cell. It's small, barely enough room for both of us to stretch our legs out. We can probably stand up, just not all the way.
"What are we doing here? Where are we?” I then demand, desperation fueling me. “Where are the guys, and Valley?”
Bryan gets a pained expression. “Oh, Phoenyxx,” he chokes out, tears rolling down his face. “You don’t remember? Valley... she's... Oh God...” He stutters around his sobs. “Your guys—they...” He breaks all the way down, ugly sobs shaking his body.
“What?” Then it all hits me like a truck. Valley—dead. The Six KILLED her!
“No!” I scream, not able to stop the hysteria. “No no no.”
When I was sent to The Retreat by the Solomons, I foolishly believed my life would get better. Getting away from their abuse was the most important thing to me at that time. However, I met 9 people that changed everything for me. The Six, Hunter, Valley, and Bryan. For the first time in my life, I felt love and caring. I felt so cherished that the utter betrayal by The Six ripped me into pieces. Hunter just up and left, and my “guys” killed my best friend. There is no healing from this.
“Please, calm down. I don’t want them coming!” Bryan begs me. I don’t know who THEY are, and I don’t give a fuck. I start rocking in place, pulling at my hair, ripping some out by the roots. My mouth opens, then closes again, my voice hoarse from all the screaming I’ve done. Shutting my eyes tight, I try to block out the sight of my surroundings.
Before Bryan can say another word, we hear footsteps approaching. Then a jangle of keys, and the sound of the bars sliding open. The sound of them shuffling my way has my throat going dry. I feel them standing right in front of me. The intruders are in my face—I can feel their breaths. A sharp slap in my face has my eyes flying open.
“Good to see you returned, Little Bird.”
I stare up in terror at four towering men, all wearing masks that cover their entire faces. The masks themselves are terrifying. I’ve never seen anything like them outside of a TVscreen. A demon, a skull, a murderous jester, and something sinister-looking with big, curled horns.
I pull away from them, but there’s nowhere to go.
“Leave her alone!” Bryan yells but is backhanded hard.
The jester cocks his head, appearing to study me. “Ready for some fun, Little Bird?”
I spit at his feet and am jerked up roughly, pushed against the back of the concrete wall.
The men paw at me, ripping my clothes off, layer by layer. I try to cover myself, but my arms are pinned above my head. Bryan whimpers, but stays quiet. Rough hands grab, pinch, poke, and slap my breasts and pussy. My nipples are tweaked so hard, it brings tears to my eyes. Demon kneels to the ground in front of me. He cruelly shoves my legs apart. Skull grabs me by the neck, squeezing hard—but not enough for me to black out.
“Hand me that,” Demon snaps out to Jester. I pale when I see a gun in his hand. He reaches up, cocking it, and flipping something back. “Safety’s off, Bird.” He then thrusts it barrel-first inside me. I scream, but it just eggs him on further. He jams it up me as much as possible, the barrel scrapes my walls, brutally cutting me in the process.
I’m shoved forward by Horns onto my knees, pushing the barrel deeper inside of me. Skull pushes my head into the rough, concrete floor, pulling my ass up into the air.
Horns moves to stand in front of me, grabbing my hair, yanking my head back painfully. “Open,” he commands. With hate in my eyes, I open my mouth. He fumbles with his pants, taking out his less-than-average penis. Pushing forward, he forces it down my throat, coming within two strokes. “Swallow,” he commands again, and I’m forced to swallow down his putrid jizz. He pulls out of my mouth with a sigh of contentment.
I feel the gun jerked from my pussy, and before I can gasp in relief, someone’s hard, not-so-small dick is shoved forcefullyinto my ass—dry. The other three punch, hit, kick, and bite me anywhere they can reach. The pain is so intense I can’t even make a sound. In a weird moment, I am glad I'm used to being raped and used, though it never gets easier to deal with. My first memory is of torture. Then when I was 10, being brutally raped for the first time. The pain and fear I felt back then still sits with me today. It's one of the many reasons I have anxiety and PTSD.
I close my eyes, which proves to be a mistake. The colored lights from my memory flash beneath my lids, the mocking laughter sounding in my mind.
“No!” I scream out, making the masked rapists laugh.
They just go faster and harder. This is worse than what Synn did—I can feel my ass ripping, warm blood trickling down my leg. Oh God... Synn....
“KILL ME! Kill me now! Get it over with! I want to die!” I scream myself hoarse.
“Silly Bird,” one of the ones hitting me tsks. “Why would we end your suffering?”
I crumple into a heap when they’re finally finished with me. The adrenaline burning through my veins is the only thing giving me any fight at all.
