Page 13 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
“Don’t fight me Baby, you know I can make you feel good. Just lay back and enjoy what I’ve always given you.” I’m almost to the edge of the small mattress when he reaches down, grabs my ankles, and hauls me to the edge near him. He starts to pull off my clothes, I try to fight him, and I get a backhand for my efforts. The drug still isn’t completely out of my system making my efforts useless, but I was determined not to give up. His nails scraped my ass as he ripped my jeans down, not even bothering to pull my panties down. He simply grabs both sides and destroys them completely. I’m fighting as hard as I can, while tears stream down my face, and I’m cursing him with each breath. Wrapping his hand around my neck I panic and start to claw at him the best I can. He’s cutting off my air supply, while grinning like a damn Cheshire Cat.
“What’s wrong Blissful? What’s that, you can’t speak, stop fighting me, or it will be worse for you.” I can’t let him win; I need to know I tried everything I could. When he finally releases my throat I scream, the only sound to come out of my mouth is a hoarse whisper. That’s when I see the knife, he slides it down my face from the tip of my forehead down to my chin, I don’t move for fear of him cutting me. I can’t see what he does next, I’m too afraid to move, and when I feel the blade against my stomach I focus on not breathing too deeply. He slices my tank top straight down the middle, making sure to get my bra in the process. I instantly feel the cool air of the basement against my breasts. Before I even have time to process what’s happening, he’s on top of me. The knife is against my throat, and I’m choking back sobs praying for a last minute rescue, but none is in sight.
“He said I get to play with you first, as my reward for getting you here. After the beating he gave me because you broke up with me, I think I deserve a little fun with you, don’t you?” Well that explained the bruises, that didn’t explain anything else, especially not who this other man was that laid claim to me. I can feel the knife digging into my throat, there’s a wetness around the blade, and I know he’s cut me, the sting of my own sweat is like a thousand little needles.
“Vic, please don’t do this.” Putting his knees between my legs, he pushes them open, and trying to kick him earns me a deeper cut against my neck; I close my eyes and pray. I prayed that Bart would come bursting through the doors and rescue me, it didn’t happen, instead I felt Vic shove himself inside me.
“Look at me Blissful. LOOK AT ME!” Opening my eyes was the last thing I wanted to do, I just wanted him to finish and get the fuck off me. He pushed the knife closer, I opened my eyes, and his face is contorted in a wicked smile. He’s getting pleasure from my pain, from my humiliation. Yeah motherfucker enjoy it now, because once I’m free the tables will turn. Thinking of all the ways I was planning on torturing him kept me from breaking down completely, I needed to focus on my survival. I try to just lay as stiff as possible hoping he’ll get bored, instead I only anger him more. Fisting my hair, he reaches down with his mouth and bites my nipple so hard I think he might have drawn blood, I cry out in pain. Time seems to stand still while he continues to bite me everywhere he can reach with his mouth, while nearly making me bald with all the pressure against my scalp. Right when he finishes, he takes the knife away and licks the blood from my neck. The sick fuck is even sicker than I thought.
He gets up and leaves me there to curl into a ball for warmth, my clothes are in shreds all around me. Feeling every bit the whore I started out as in life, I know Bart will never want me now. Not now that I’ve become exactly what it was he and his father tried to prevent me from becoming. If I made it out of here alive, I could never go back to them, ever. I cried then, for everything I lost with that one act of violence by Vic.
The next time I saw Vic was the following day, or at least I assumed it was the following day, all I knew for sure was several hours had passed since he’d raped me. He brought me some breakfast of eggs and toast. I’d pulled on my jeans to help keep me warm after he left me, my tank was completely useless, as was my bra, but the jeans gave me some warmth. Huddled with my back to him, I ate in silence.
“Oh come on Blissful, don’t be that way Baby, you know you liked it.” I feel his hand on my naked shoulder and it takes all my willpower not to puke up what I just ate. If I didn’t need my strength I’m pretty sure I would have turned to aim it right at him. The hands that once offered me comfort, support, affection, and hell even love, now made me sick. It was hard to wrap my head around the fact that only a few days ago we were a happy couple together, now he was some psycho that raped me for sport. He’s petting my hair now, running his fingers through it gently, and for a moment I was lost in a memory of him doing the same thing when we were together. Quickly his touch turns from gentle to a painful grip.
“I have some plans for you today baby, you’re going to give me the one thing you refused to give me. That sweet little ass of yours is going to be all mine, I may not have been the first in that tight little pussy, but I’m definitely going to be the first there.” Smacking my ass for emphasis, I jumped away from his hand, which earned me being jerked backwards by my hair. If he kept this shit up, I’d be bald before I got free. I was frozen in a daze at his words, so much that I hardly noticed when he picked up my plate and carried it back upstairs. Hearing footsteps and crashing followed by cursing had me up trying to hear what was being said. That’s when it hit me, the drugs, they’d worn off, and Vic didn’t know. I heard someone leave through a slamming door, and then footsteps nearing the door, I rushed to get back in my place before Vic or someone else came back down.
This was my chance, a surprise attack, he probably thought I was still disabled from the drugs they’d given me. He was in for a real surprise, because I was about to give him a little pay back before I freed myself. Trying to calm my nerves, I needed for him to believe I still couldn’t move around well, it was the only way I’d be able to surprise him. I just hoped my plan worked because if it didn’t then I had a feeling I wouldn’t live very long. Lying on the mattress, I curled into myself to stay warm while I waited for my opportunity, praying it would come sooner rather than later.
I must have fallen asleep because when I awoke it was to the feeling of being pinched in my arm. No, not pinched, injected with something, fuck I’d probably just lost my one chance at escape.
“That’s a good girl, let it take over your body, just like I’m going to.” Vic is smiling down at me, his face is starting to blur slightly, my arms and legs feel like dead weight. Reaching out to slap him away I can only get my arm about half way up before it flops back down.
“What.... what did yoooou?” The words are like marbles in my mouth, I can feel my panic rising like bile in the back of my throat.
“I couldn’t have you fighting back, now could I, as much as I love feeling you respond to me, I plan on enjoying this without trouble. Don’t worry baby, I’m nice enough to bring lube at least, I’ll make sure you enjoy it.” I’d been fighting back the tears, but seeing the gleam in his eyes, the joy so clearly written across his face, I knew this would break me.
BART
It’s been a damn week, a whole fucking week and we still can’t find Bliss. It’s like she’s vanished off the face of the planet, we’ve finally decided to use one of our contacts in the police force, Holland, to help us locate her. He helps keep us under the radar for the most part with the department. In exchange we don’t sell guns in his neighborhood anymore, and the occasional bribe helps.
“Hey man, how are you and your dad holding up?” Holland and I went to high school together, hung out, hell, we’d even shared a girl or two, he knew about Bliss’s background. I trusted him, something I couldn’t say about very many people, and even fewer cops.
“Man, he’s losing his shit, it’s like losing Isabel all over again for him. I’m not much better, I need her back man, like yesterday, hell like seven days ago.” Holland places his hand on my shoulder in sympathy, I’m so close to fucking losing it myself, but I need to hold it together. Once we have Bliss home, then and only then will I be able to lose my shit, while I hold her for the rest of our lives.
“I understand man, look there’s not a lot to go on, but I was able to get the hotel to give me the surveillance from that night. The guy who took her talked to her for a little while before she walked out with him, she went willingly, which makes this look like she wasn’t kidnapped.” Who the fuck would she walk away with willingly? That’s the one question that’s been running through my head ever since the hotel receptionist said those very words to me.
“Can you tell who it was, because there is no way she would have left without her belongings, or without saying goodbye to us? Holland, please, I’m begging you, find her for me.” I have his shirt by the collar, emphasizing my need for her to come back to me.
“Here’s a picture of the guy she left with off the camera footage. Do you recognize him? I didn’t, but I haven’t been around her since I left for the academy, hell I figured after she graduated high school you would have snatched her up already. Sorry man, I shouldn’t have said that, it’s none of my business.” Staring at the picture, I know I’ve seen him before, but I can’t put my finger on it. I call for Pops to come take a look, his eyes fill with tears when he sees the photo.
“I should have killed him when she came back from graduation with her gown all ripped, I should have killed him then. It’s that little prick she was dating Vic something, son-of-a-bitch, I’ll never forgive myself for not killing him when I should have. Holland you find him, then you let us take over once Bliss is safely somewhere else.” My jaw is on the floor; I knew I’d recognized his sorry ass. I’d failed to protect her again, just like I was afraid all these years.
“We’ll both take care of him Pops, together, and if he’s harmed one hair on her head, he better be prepared for hell raining down on him.” Holland tries to calm us down, as he makes some inquiries at the college for Vic, soon he had an address and phone number to contact him.
“Now look, I’m going to run by his place, ask a few questions, if he’s not there then I’ll call him. We don’t know for sure he has Bliss, but we definitely know he was the last person seen with her. I know it’s hard guys, but please let me do my job.” We both agree, but as soon as he was out the door, we started making phone calls of our own, soon the whole club was assembled ready to fight.
Minutes seemed like hours, as we waited for Holland’s call, but when he came, disappointment followed.
“I’m sorry man, he’s not at the address given, I’ve tried calling his cell but he’s not answering. It’s on, because it doesn’t go directly to voicemail, I’m going to try and use the GPS on his phone to track him. I know it’s killing you, but give me another hour at least.” The guys are starting to get restless, the women have found out what’s going down and have slowly started trickling in, I can see worry written all over their faces as I tell them the latest news.
We make plans for the next two hours as we wait again for news, two fucking hours, I might kill Holland. When he finally calls I might have yelled into the phone, ok I did yell into the phone, but I was running low on patience, sue me.
“What the fuck Holland?!”
“I’ve found him, he’s out at some fucking cabin his father owns, I’ll text you the address; meet me there. I’m heading that way now.” He clicks the phone off before I can even ask any more questions; clearly things had changed from “he might have Bliss” to “meet me there.” He knew something, something he wasn’t telling me over the phone, which made my blood run cold. My phone dinged with his message, and we were out the door and on the road within seconds. Watching all the couples kiss made my stomach twist, that should be me and Bliss, but I’d failed at protecting her, I just hoped she forgave me. Please let her be safe when we find her, please let her forgive me, and please let me get my hands on that motherfucker who took her.
BLISS
