Page 3 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

“How do you expect me to play dead, and what the hell are you going to be doing?” I shake my head to clear it, letting my limbs relax as he arranges my body just as the car completely stops and the engine cuts off.

“Playing dead right here with you. It catches people unaware and makes them think you're weak. Don’t do anything until I do, okay, lover? Just keep your eyes closed and steady each breath you take,” he explains, crossing my arms over my chest like I’m actually dead before I end up smacking his hands away and relaxing them at my side.

“Fuck,” I whisper hoarsely as I hear the car door open and slam shut, boots crunching on gravel.

“I’m right here,” Tey promises before letting his head slump to the side and closing his eyes.

He does look like he’s dead with all the blood coating his face after being ganged up on and beaten. He acts like he doesn’t even feel the pain and I’m beginning to realize there is more to Tey than I know. I’m determined to keep getting to know him, and that thought alone has my body relaxing while my eyes close just as the trunk opens.

“Fucking pussies. Don’t know why Carlos said to be careful with the blond one. A few hits and he’s out cold.” One of the men standing over us scoffs and slides his hands under my body to pick me up.

I make sure my body is limp, hopefully making his job harder with my body being deadweight. I hate the feeling of his hands on my skin, especially when he squeezes my ass cheek before tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The only thing keeping me from screaming my head off is imagining hacking this fucker’s hand off and shoving his middle finger up his ass, and, of course, Tey being here. I have to believe he won’t let anything happen to me. He’ll kill everyone, let his psycho flag fly free if anything hurts me.

“Jesus. This bastard is heavy. Carlos, grab his feet.” Someone swears, grunting as they grab Tey out of the trunk.

I peek through my hair as we start walking inside some building, my arms swaying limply with each step of my captive’s stride. Two guys are carrying Tey behind me; one grabbing his feet while the other has his wrists. I know Tey is getting a kick out of them grunting, sweating, and shuffling their feet as they carry his ass around.

I try to count how many times we turn a corner and whether we go left or right, but not being able to see clearly makes it feel like we’re walking through a maze. For some reason, it smells like tacos and smoked meat. I think we’re in a restaurant.

Finally, at some point, he stops and swings open a door. The sound of heavy clunking and a buzz fills my ears the moment we step into a room, and the hot blast of a heat wave fans my face.

“Dump him right there, and make sure those chains are tight,” the guy holding me commands before he bends and drops me onto the cold, concrete ground.

I’m instantly sweating from the heat of the room and having déjà vu of being in a basement. The guy does something above me, and I hear the sound of metal hitting metal before I feel the cold steel placed around one of my wrists.

Fuck.

They laugh above our prone bodies, making it difficult to keep my breathing even as one of them talks about the vile things he wants to do to me. I’m only wearing my skirt and bra, but luckily these fuckers are scared little shits about blood.

“Shut the hell up. This bitch bled all over my fucking shirt,” the one who carried me says in disgust.

Who’s the pussy now?

It’s just a little blood and completely fucking normal.

“Filthy cunt,” I hear one of them spit out, followed by the shuffling of feet until their voices sound further away and a door bangs closed. I wait, count to ten, and slowly open my eyes.

The first thing my eyes connect with is Tey’s bright blue ones right beside me, holding my gaze before a small smile forms on his lips. He’s making sure I’m okay and looks relieved that I’m not spiraling into a panic. At least, not at the moment.

“I’m okay. Where are we?” I glance away from him, taking in our prison cell as sweat rolls down my spine.

Copper pipes hang from the ceiling, which is what’s making the clicking noise as the steam generator pumps out heat, and the danger signs plastered to the walls makes my stomach queasy. We’re in a boiler room. No wonder it feels like my skin is melting off.

“We’re in a Mexican restaurant,” Tey says, standing up slowly before arching his back as best as he can, and letting out a groan.

I climb to my feet too, grimacing at the soreness between my legs and the sticky feeling of Tey’s cum coating my thighs. At least I’m not bleeding too bad, though I never do on the first day. Small miracles.

“How do you know?” I ask, puzzled as to how he knows where we are.

“Saw the sign as they were carrying us in. Angel?” Tey’s tone comes out so serious and deep that I have to turn back to him. I’ve never heard him without a hint of a smile in his voice. “I need you to take off your skirt and rip a piece off to tie your hair up away from your face. I’m going to strip too.”

My brows scrunch, confused as he uses one hand to start tugging off his pants until he’s kicking off his shoes and socks at the same time. He stands back up and arches a brow when he notices I’m not doing as he said and I'm just staring at him like he’s lost his mind.

“Tey… we aren’t having sex right now,” I tell him very slowly, as if it’s a foreign language to him.

“Baby, my sweet cherry, the woman of my desires, I’m glad your mind goes straight to the gutter with me around, but the clothes need to go. It’s fucking hot in here and I don’t need you passing out on me. Strip.” He winks and turns his attention to the shackle around his wrist, tugging on it to test its strength.

I watch him, realizing we aren’t going anywhere as he grunts, his muscles tensing with each pull on the metal that's connected to a thick pipe bolted to the floor. My gaze slides down his back, watching the delicious muscles shift as his shoulder blades bunch together. The tapered, perfect V of his hips has my mouth watering, and the moment my eyes get to his incredibly muscular ass, a laugh bursts out of my mouth before I can stop it.

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