Page 2 of Broken Promises
My mother had disappeared without a trace, and when Granny spoke about that whole time, it seemed a little weird. We never spoke of her, and to be honest, the only memories I had of her were bad, so I didn’t miss her. I found the kitchen of the huge house and heard my stomach growl. Food would give me strength and maybe help get rid of this pounding headache I was experiencing. I never tried drugs, since I’d lost my mother to them, but I had to think this was the aftereffects of whatever they’d drugged me with. Once I found the fridge hidden behind paneling that matched the cabinets, I grabbed a bottle of water and some fruit in a bowl.
Finding a chair at a small table near a huge window, I took a seat, making sure to keep my back to the wall as much as possible as I began to eat. Careful not to shove too much into my mouth, I tried to formulate a plan, only to draw a blank. When I finished the last bite, I stood to take my bowl to the sink but silently said ‘fuck it’ and walked away, leaving it on the table.
A noise near the front of the house drew my attention, and as quickly and quietly as I could, I made my way to the huge vestibule. A woman with blonde hair was tossed over the shoulder of a man, and he began to climb the stairs with her unconscious body bouncing with each step. The man who gave me the rules earlier closed the front door and kept his eyes on the couple until they disappeared onto the second floor. His hardened gaze then swung my way and he leered at me before he walked away without a word.
The next day was the same as the first. I was free to explore the house, and when I tried to stick my head into a room, I wasmet with a stern glare from a man with a gun. I found the same thing in the other corridor of the mansion on the opposite side of the house and realized there must be three of us being held captive.
What they wanted with me was still unclear, but whatever was going to happen, I feared it would be tomorrow. As I found my way back to my room, I flopped onto the bed and closed my eyes briefly. Women have nightmares about this exact situation, and a shameful feeling began to creep in. I wouldn’t even address that shitshow of emotion, so I pushed it further down and hoped I was wrong.
Sleep came intermediate, and when the sun rose the next morning, I sat up to see the nameless man who threatened me sitting in a chair in the corner. He leaned to one side, with one leg crossed over the other at the knee. When he saw I was awake, he gave me a smile that frightened me to my core.
“Today, all our dreams come true,” he said cryptically, and I started to question him when he stood from his seat. “You’re going to help with something, and I expect you to follow my instructions to the letter. Remember, I still have your granny in my sights, but after tonight, you’ll guarantee her freedom.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, and he reached down and adjusted his pants, touching himself with a squeeze.
I listened to his instructions and knew that whatever tonight was about, it was going to change everything. I just had no idea how much.
I met a woman named Rylee, and together, we got ready for the evening. She told me to not fight, and her warning seemed to come from a place of knowledge. I felt like I was going to be sick as some man I’d never seen walked in on us an hour later. We were wearing the black dresses that had been left for us, and neither of us wore panties. We’d showered, fixed our hair, and slapped on some makeup. Rylee took my hand in hers, andwe walked side-by-side down the hallway and to the top of the stairs.
There was a girl ahead of us, walking with a man at her side, his hand gripping hard onto her forearm. She appeared to trip, and he didn’t even try to help her as he practically dragged her down the stairs and into what I discovered was a huge banquet room. The man behind Rylee and me pushed into our shoulders, and we reluctantly began to move down the steps.
Rylee whispered to me, not even moving her lips as she spoke. “Don’t fight and don’t try to run.”
I gave her a subtle nod as we got to the marble floor at the base of the stairs. The man grunted and pointed to the left, so she and I followed behind the other woman into the room. A table was set with expensive place settings, and I noticed Rylee, the other girl, and I were the only women in a room with fifteen to twenty men, all dressed in nice suits and ties.
We were escorted to the table, and I was made to sit next to the man who gave me the warning about Granny while Rylee was pushed farther down the table and made to sit next to another man. The other girl was sitting across from me, and I made eye contact with her. She looked young, and the terror in her eyes said she was far more innocent than me.
Someone stood at the end of the table and began to give a speech that I wasn’t listening to. When I caught the young girl’s attention again, I mouthed, “Don’t fight,” to her. She did her best to acknowledge my warning as the man finished speaking, sat down, and food began to be delivered to the table. I didn’t feel like eating, but the man next to me nodded to the plate and raised his eyebrows expectantly.
Taking a small bite, he seemed appeased and went back to his conversation with someone on the other side of him. Before I knew what was happening, it seemed dinner was over and the side-eye glances from the men around the table increased. I feltthe little bit of food I’d eaten rising into my throat as the dishes were cleared from the table.
The man next to me reached over and gripped my forearm as random men from the table began to stand and push their empty chairs in. He stood and forced me up from my chair before dragging me to the end of the table. Rylee was being pulled to the side by the man next to her, and the young girl was crying as she was taken to the other side.
Fear shot up my spine as I was pressed against the table and the man pushed himself to me, allowing me to feel his hardness poking into my backside. This couldn’t be happening to me, or to any of us, but the further it went, the more I knew what was going to happen.
When the man grabbed my hair, I tried to pull away, but he had a firm grip at the roots. “I vow to be responsible for my charge and all the connections that come with her,” he said as two men stepped up to the table on either side of me.
I felt the zipper of my dress being pulled down, and when it fell from my body, I went to cover myself, only to be grabbed by the two men and forced face first to the cool wooden table. My eyes locked with Rylee, who was struggling against the hold of the large man behind her as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Never wanting anyone to see me like this, I closed my eyes as the man behind me pushed closer. The warmth of his manhood was rubbing against my naked ass, and I silently prayed it would be over quick. He was rough as he pressed into me, and I pushed onto my tiptoes, trying to evade his intrusion.
His grip on my hips became painful as the two men held me down while he took from me. I wanted to crawl into a hole and bury myself as I felt the tingles growing deep inside me, and I feared my greatest shame was about to be put on display for everyone in attendance. The longer he thrust into me, thegreater the tension in my stomach and back became until I felt like I was going to tear in two.
When the first wave hit me, I stifled my moan by biting my lip, and his fingers dug in as he laughed into the room. “This little slut loves it,” he taunted and slapped my ass as wave after wave of my orgasm rolled through me. When I didn’t think it could get any worse, I felt him grow thicker inside me, and tears flowed down my face as he wrenched me up from the table by the hair. He finished and roared his pleasure into the room, and the audience cheered for him as he released me from his hold, allowing me to collapse against the table.
Leaning over, he whispered into my ear, “You and I are going to have a lot of fun together.”
Falling to the floor, I was pushed to the side as they dragged the young girl to my spot and the man with her stepped up behind her. Rylee’s gaze caught mine, and I lowered my head to my knees and cried as I listened to the innocent girl being damaged for life.
Just when I thought it was going to get worse, the sound of gunfire echoed into the room. I lifted my head to see a group of men entering the room, all dressed in black, except for two wearing suits like everyone else here. Rylee appeared relieved before the man behind her drug her into the corner.
My eyes lifted to the group who’d just entered, and one man’s gaze caught mine. His black hair and soulful brown eyes locked with mine before he saw the state I was in. His gaze turned hard, and I felt less than garbage as the scene unfolded in front of me.
Rylee came to me when the threat of the men who took us was neutralized, and the brown-eyed man kneeled at my other side. He placed a jacket around my shoulders before helping me from the floor. The young girl and I walked out of the room, and when we got to the vestibule, he handed us each a pair of sweatpants and a shirt before turning his back to us.
When we were dressed, he carefully guided us out the door, and as we descended the stairs, I turned to look at him while I helped the girl. There was something looking back at me that I couldn’t explain, but for an instant, I felt a powerful jolt to my system before he released me and the feeling vanished.
I didn’t know what all this was about, or what the next step was going to be, but I knew one thing. There was something broken inside me, and no matter what anyone said, there was no redemption from what just happened.
