Page 5 of Loki
The blank look in his eyes caused a shiver to skate down my spine, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. It was like looking into the eyes of a person without a soul. He had an aura of pure evil surrounding him, something I hadn’t experiencedbefore in him. It was a punch to the gut as I realized I really didn’t know the man I had spent so much time with.
“No more than what she deserved,” the man said, taking a step towards me, then grabbing me by the hair again.
I screamed from the pain to my scalp.
Dylan moved so quickly the man holding me by my hair didn’t have time to react. As the gun went off, its loud bang resounded throughout the room, followed by the sickening thud of the bullet entering the man’s skull and his warm blood splattering on my face.
The room fell into an eerie silence and no one moved. I couldn’t even scream. No one tried to grab Dylan as he held the gun. Not even the women reacted to what had just happened.
Shock ran through me as I watched the man crumple to the floor. Dylan casually stood up from his chair, placing his gun back in the holster, then raking his hand down his blazer. He didn’t spare the dead man a glance. It was like nothing had even happened.
“The boss does not want her touched!” Dylan said as he walked toward me. “If you do, it’s a death sentence.”
I quickly scrambled backward, desperate to create some space between us, but the slow shake of his head halted my movements. Only inches separated us as he kneeled in front of me, his presence overpowering and impossible to ignore.
“You are only spared from the horrors of this place, because that’s my boss’s wish, Dominique,” he said as an overwhelming sense of terror coursed through my veins.
“How could you do this to me?”
“It’s business. Just because the boss doesn’t want you touched, doesn’t mean you will not face punishment for being disobedient,” he continued, his voice steady and devoid of any emotion. “You see, I run a tight ship and that will remainunchanged as long as you are here. You will fall in line like everyone else.”
“I never really knew you, did I?”
“Nobody really ever knows anyone,” he responded.
As he stood to his full height, his attention shifted to the men at the card table. One man caught my eye as he shamelessly pawed all over the woman who had been forced to come in here with me.
“Bring her here,” Dylan ordered, pointing to the girl the man had bent over the card table fucking her with the head of a beer bottle while the other men laughed like it was another day at the office.
The man’s face twisted into a sinister smile as he removed the bottle from inside her, yanked the girl from the table, then dragged her towards Dylan. When the woman reached him, Dylan’s soulless eyes shifted back to me.
“Because of your behavior, Dominique, she’ll suffer, and you’ll watch every fucking minute of it. If you close your eyes or turn your head, her suffering will start all over.”
“Please… no. Don’t hurt her, Dylan.”
I pleaded for the unknown woman’s safety. I didn’t want her to suffer the consequences of my actions.
“No begging will ever assuage you from punishment. What she’s getting ready to endure is your fault. Remember that the next time you think to defy me,” he said without any emotion. “Strip her, then every man in this room fucks her. Make sure each one of you comes on her body and make sure she bleeds.”
The men’s whistles and cheers roll around the room, mingling with the screams of the woman as her ratty white satin nightgown was ripped from her body. I couldn’t hold back the flood of tears as I confronted the reality of what I had done. This was all my fault.
“Next time when you decide to fight my men, I’ll make sure it’s much worse than this,” he said, his gaze never wavering from mine. “Next time, I’ll make you watch every man in here fuck her bloody corpse.”
He walked back to the chair, sat down, and returned his attention to his phone, ignoring the heinous acts unfolding in the room. Like what was happening to this woman was just another day at the office. I couldn’t believe this was the same man who shared my bed.
The cruelty of these men made my mind scream in protest. The joy they felt in causing harm to this woman was sickening. And the way they watched me, while they did unspeakable things to her, made me feel a fear I’d never experienced before. Her screams, her tears, would forever be seared into my mind.
Time stood still after each one took their turn brutalizing her. And by the time they had finished, her unconscious body lay motionless on the ground. I couldn’t tell if it resulted from blood loss from where they stuck objects inside her, the small knife they used to slice parts of her skin or from the sheer brutality of the events she had endured where her mind couldn’t take it anymore and she just passed out.
The same man who brought her to the room picked her up and tossed her limp, naked body over his shoulder, ignoring her blood and their bodily fluids covering her skin. The other man yanked me from the floor by the hair and on the way out of the room, Dylan’s gaze locked with mine. I’d never felt so much hate for one person, but this man I hated more than any person I’d ever known. Right then and there, I decided that once I got away from here, he’d be the first person I made sure paid for this shit.
Once we were back in the cage, they locked us back in. I couldn’t help but rush to the woman’s side. She hadn’t regained consciousness yet. I laid my fingers against her neck, checkingher pulse and breathing a sigh of relief when I felt the faint sensation brush against my fingertips.
I sat down beside her body and placed her head in my lap. I wished I had something to cover her up with and wipe this blood and cum from her body, but I knew this was done to humiliate her and to blame me for what happened to her. I wished I could have stopped them from hurting her, but if I did, her trauma would have lasted a lot longer. It would have been much worse, which was unimaginable.
“This is why we don’t fight back,” one of the other girls muttered. “Someone always pays the price.”
I exhaled, my hand gliding up and down her bare arm in an attempt to share my warmth and provide her with a sense of comfort while guilt assaulted me.
