Page 50 of Leather & Lace

“Well, look who is finally awake,” he says as he kneels in front of me, hands still wearing leather black gloves that now rest on his knees. “Now, are you going to be a good little slut if I ungag that pretty little mouth of yours?” He asks while I stare into his darkened eyes. I give him a slight nod.

“Good,” he says as he rises and unlatches the gag from my mouth. Saliva pours off of it and down my face. My jaw is so sore. It hurts when I try to relax.

“Please,” I say in a raspy voice. “Let me go.” Looking at me, he tilts his head to the side and makes a sad, scrunched-up face.

“Well now, that would make me so lonely if I let you go,” he says as he pretends to cry, dragging one finger down his eye, signaling a fake tear.

“Please, what do you want?” I cry out as he starts to laugh like an insane clown.

“What do I want?” He laughs again. “I want everything he loves.” He grabs my face and then pushes my lips to his, causing me to bite down hard and draw blood. He pulls away quickly, looking at me with rage in his eyes.

Touching his finger to his lip he hisses. “Oh, I see now. I get why he loves to fuck you. You are a feral little bitch. That pussy of yours was so tight, I think I will have to make you my own personal little whore I can use and abuse.” My mind whips back to him pressing himself into me, making bile flow up my throat.

He steps out of the way as I heave off the side of the chair. Before I know it, he is grabbing a gun from behind, that was tucked into his pants. “See, little slut?” He drags the gun over my cheek in little circles.

“I also like to play a little dirty. I invited your little boy toy here tonight, so he could witness the only thing he loves, die. Then, I will kill him.” I try to push my head back and away fromthe cold metal on my face. Whimpering, tears started to roll down my face.

“Just fucking do it then!” I yell as he watches me with amusement in his eyes. It seems like my words catch him off guard.

“Kill you? Oh no, no, no... I need youalive. I need your little slut mouth able to scream as you watch him beg for your fucking life. Maybe I will torture him a little before I let him watch me kill you. Maybe I will make him watch me and my brothers fuck you again.” My eyes glare back into his.

“I want you to beg and beg for me to stop,” he says while leaning towards me, both hands perched on the arms of the chair.

“Leave her alone, Jasper!” I hear his voice. The growl and venom with every word. Jasper spins around and sees Eli standing, holding a gun pointed at him.

“Eli!” he says while shoving his pistol into the side of my head. “I am so glad you could join our little party!” Looking up, I see Eli’s gaze. His face was in shock. He couldn’t see me while Jasper was blocking his view. His eyes are now wide with fear and rage.

“Let her go, you miserable piece of shit! Your fight is with me!” He yells back, arm still stretched out.

“Come now, Eli. Is that the way you speak to old friends?” He laughs as he pushes the gun farther into my temple.

“One move is all it takes, Eli. One slip of my finger and her brains will be all over this fucking floor!” My body is shaking, and I can hardly breathe. “Put your fucking gun down and then maybe we can have a little conversation about exactly what is going to happen.” Pure rage runs through me.

“Fucking don’t, Eli! Shoot the fucking bastard!” Jasper hisses and then grabs the back of my hair hard, lifting my headup. The pain shoots through my neck as he places the gun barrel deeper into the side of my head.

“Okay, okay...” Eli says as he puts both hands in the air and then slowly sets the gun on the floor. “Just let her go and you can do whatever you want to me.” The pain in his eyes as he stares at me is almost unbearable to witness.

“No, Eli!” I cry. “Please, go.” I plead harder now, sobs escaping my bruised and dehydrated lips.

“Slide your fucking gun over to me...now!” Jasper yells as Eli skates the gun across the floor. “Good boy. Now get on your fucking knees.” I sob as I watch him obey, his gaze never leaving mine. A kind of peace is in them, as if he knows what is coming.

“Kill me! Kill me!” I scream while sobbing as I thrust my body into the chair, trying to break the restraints. I feel it, a blow to the side of my head that leaves a wound starting to send warm liquid down my ear. My ears are ringing so loud it makes me dizzy. The world is starting to spin around me. Everything blurs.

“Brooklyn!” I hear my name in the distance. I start to come around as I see Jasper laughing, the gun has a tint of my blood on the handle.

“Please, let her go,” he begs, tears streaming down his beautiful face. “I will give you anything. I will give you my life.” His eyes plead with the devil that stands in front of him. Jasper pouts at him and gestures with his hand.

“Now, why would I only take one life, when I can have two?” He laughs loudly, sending shivers up my spine. Looking back at Eli, our eyes meet again. I can see it now. The acceptance of what has tied our fates together.

The regret he holds in that stare. The pain of goodbye. There is no happy ending. It ends right here, right now. The love story we would never truly know. Time has finally run out.

“Brooklyn...” he starts as my eyes fill over with tears, “Listen to me. I love you. You hear me?” My sobs have my whole body shaking.

“No, Eli.” I cry as he continues.

“You have made me believe that I am worth loving. That by you loving me, I was the luckiest man alive.” I can hear Jasper mumble the word pathetic under his breath while he signals with his gun to hurry up.

“You saved me, and you didn’t even know it, baby girl.” Tears stream as his breathing starts to tremble. “My happiest days were having you by my side and I want to thank you for that. Thank you for loving me.” I let out a gasping sob as I lower my chest to my thighs.

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