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But would she know?

Would it matter?

The one she wanted to save her, was going to have to be the one to hurt her.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Let me go!”

Madison’s sobs turned to muffled screams as the stranger leaned over her, pulling the red strapless dress down to bare her chest. The truck bounced along, adding to the surreal, nightmarish quality of the situation.

“Now, hold still, sweetie. This’ll only hurt for a second.” The woman’s voice was sickeningly sweet, a stark contrast to the needle she brandished. With a quick, expert motion, she pierced Madison’s nipple, the pain shooting through her body. A cry escaped her lips, her eyes widening in shock.

“There, not so bad. They’re so perky. Gotta love the young ones.” The woman smiled, her eyes cold as she threaded a small bar through the fresh piercing. Madison’s breath quickened, her heart racing as she realized what was happening. The men holding her hands laughed, their grip tight as they enjoyed the show.

“Let’s do the other one, eh? Make ‘em match.” She didn’t wait for a response, moving swiftly to pierce the other nipple, her movements efficient and calculated like she’d done it a milliontimes. All of a sudden it made sense; they hadn’t picked the girls because of their appearances. They picked the girlsand thenaltered their appearances.

Madison couldn’t suppress a whimper as fresh pain blossomed, the needle leaving a trail of fire. She felt something tickle her breasts as she hissed against the pain and realized her nipples must be bleeding.

“Aaaand, we’re done.” The woman sat back, admiring her handiwork.

“Please... just let me go. Why are you doing this? You’re like me, why would you help them?” Madison’s voice was small, shaking as she tried one last time to appeal to them. Her pleas fell on deaf ears as her dress was pulled back up, the cold metal of the bars feeling foreign against her skin.

“Piercings are the easy part.” The woman leaned in close, her breath hot against Madison’s ear. She smelled like cigarettes and dog shit. The urge to vomit was strong but Madison had not eaten in days so nothing but bile rose in her throat. “Tomorrow, we will decide where the tattoo goes. You’ll get used to it; they always do.” She got out of the truck and Sadie noticed they were outside of The Serpent Pit. “And I’ve been with Montana a long time. He stopped hurting me when I started helping him. Maybe you should try doing the same. Come on, boys. I need a drink.” With that, she motioned to the men, and they roughly grabbed Madison. The girl’s silver skirt shimmered as she sauntered towards the entrance to open the door for them.

The bar was a blur of noise and movement as Madison was half-led, half-dragged through the crowd. The men’s grips on her arms tightened when she stumbled.

Mont stepped forward from the crowd and made a beeline towards them.

“Sorry, it took a minute. She’s shit to give drugs to, ya know. I had to give her three times the normal dose to knock her out.” She shook her brown hair over one shoulder and readjusted her mask. “I googled it and apparently gingers have weird tolerances or somethin’. Got her pierced up, too! I wanted to do her vag but she begged me not to and you know how much I like the beggin’.”

Mont turned, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Madison. Her curls tumbled down her back, and blended into the crimson dress that hugged her curves. The special red mask did little to hide the tears that glistened in her eyes.

Mont grinned as he slapped Kade on the back, who had just walked up when he noticed Madison. The vile man looked at her with a mix of pride and possessiveness in his voice ashe murmured, “Well, this might be my favorite part of tonight. You’re just lucky I already had her or it would be me up there.”

Madison watched as the dark-haired man beside the piece of shit who made it his mission to hurt her this week visibly shuddered. He looked confident in his clothing but his body looked like it wanted to be anywhere else.

Mont’s hand squeezed Madison’s waist, roughly pulling her closer to them. She stiffened, her breath catching as she tried to control the fear coursing through her.

Breathe. Dissociate.

I am on a boat. The boat is small. The ocean is big. The breeze is cool.

She was being led somewhere, arms pulling at her, tugging on her clothing.

The boat is small. The sun is going down. The sky is pink and purple. I’m watching the sunset on a small boat.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed but suddenly she was laid down on one of the beds, her dress was gone. She was on the stage at The Serpent Pit. The pole was to her left, she could just make it out if she turned her face a little more. She wasn’t wearing any underwear under her dress so the only thing she could feel on her skin was the dried blood on her breasts.

Madison squeezed her eyes shut. She got through this once, she could fucking do it again.

The ocean is blue. The boat is small. The air is—

“Mind if I take my shirt off?” A deep voice asked to her left. It almost sounded familiar.

Madison refused to open her eyes, though.

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