Page 12 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
“Excuse me Miss, have you seen a girl about this tall, dark brown hair down to her waist, eyes so blue the sky is jealous, full of curves, wearing a red tank, and tight fuck me jeans.” I can hear everyone behind me laughing at my description, well fuck them, I needed to be accurate, at least that’s what I told myself. The receptionist looked at me with trepidation, like somehow I was here to kidnap the woman I was describing. Her distain was written all across her face, making me want to straggle her, but instead I turned on the charm. “It’s her graduation celebration in there, and we’re worried she might be in trouble. If you’ve seen her, please can you help us.” Finally, her demeanor changes, she’s smiling at me knowingly.
“Oh yes, she left with a tall guy about three hours ago. They looked like they knew each other. I didn’t get a good look at him, he had a hoodie covering his head. She looked like she went willingly. Is something wrong?” Shaking my head at her, I instantly think it’s her now ex-boyfriend, and she left with him willingly. My heart stuttered to a standstill, she’d left me to be with him. Pops is holding me up, pulling me away from the receptionist desk.
“Just because she went outside with him willingly doesn’t mean she left here willingly. Something’s not right, we need to find her. Bear, did you put that tracking device in her phone like I told you to. What? Don’t look at me like that Bart, I was worried about her being so far from home, I had Bear put a chip in her phone, sue me.” When Bear nods his head, suddenly we are all moving quickly. Bear brings up the tracking app on his phone, and then everyone who is still sober is hauling ass to their bikes. Pop was right though something felt off, Bliss would never leave her own party without a goodbye.
Chapter Five
BLISS
Why does my head hurt so much? I don’t remember getting that drunk at my party, come to think of it I don’t remember going back to my room. I dread opening my eyes, but something feels off. It doesn’t feel like I’m in a soft cushy hotel bed, and it smells like rancid milk. My stomach feels like it’s going to empty itself. Opening my eyes it takes minute for them to adjust to the dimly lit room.
I’m in what looks like a basement, there are concrete walls everywhere and pipes running along the ceiling, the place looks run down with the wood rotting around the pipes. I’m lying on some kind of foam mattress against the wall in the corner. I can see a set of steps directly across of me, the only light in the room is coming from a crack under the door at the top of the stairs. Listening carefully to figure out if I’m alone I don’t hear any movement above me. I don’t remember how I got here or who brought me, but I’m pretty sure they didn’t bring me here for a tea party.
The last thing I remember was dancing with Bart at my party, everyone clapping when we finished dancing, and me needing some air. Everything is a blur, like my mind was wiped clean, I need to get out of wherever I am before whomever took me comes back for some fun.
Deciding to try the door, I tried standing up only to fall on my ass; my body clearly didn’t want to work for me. I must have been drugged and it was wearing off; I needed it to hurry the hell up. What if Bart thought I just left him or Pops? They never talked about the dark time in their lives, but I knew they’d been through hell when they lost Isabel. Pops constantly told me I brought light back into their lives, I never really believed it for Bart, but Pops, he cherished me like his own daughter. I couldn’t live with the thought that whoever took me made him worry or feel loss again. It made me angry, which was good considering I was starting to get pretty fucking scared by the minute.
I started trying to move my toes, like that badass chick in Kill Bill; I needed to channel her right now. When feeling returned in my legs again, I wanted to scream out. It was like they had been asleep for hours and I was waking them up. They were not happy legs, but at least they were starting to come back to life. Just when I was about to do a little happy dance I heard someone slamming a door shut above me. Shit, I start looking around for something, anything to use as a weapon, the place is completely empty.
I can hear footsteps, more than one set, if the angry voices filtering down are any indication. Fuck, if there was more than one person holding me captive, my odds of escape just got slimmer. Trying to calm my nerves, I concentrate once again on moving my legs and arms. Finally, they feel like they can hold me up; slowly I stand up. Reaching out a hand, I steady myself against the wall. Using the wall for support, I walk slowly towards the stairs, if I could wait until they left again maybe I could get away. My hope was short lived when right as I got to the stairs the door was flung open, the light spilling in blinded me momentarily. When I saw who it was I almost passed out from shock, why would he kidnap me, it made no sense. He had better have a damn good reason.
“Well hello there Blissful, did you miss me at your celebration. Are you enjoying the after effects of the GHB I gave you? No? My feelings are hurt, now get your sweet little ass back in the corner before I have to punish you.” Vic looked completely different from when I broke up with him, he looked harsher, almost manic. Somehow his clothes, which he normally took great care with, were disheveled. The look he gave me left no room for argument. Slowly making my way back to my pallet, I tried to keep one eye on him in case he lashed out at me.
“Vic, why are you doing this? I’m sorry if your heart is broken, I didn’t mean to lead you on, I swear if you let me go we can forget this ever happened.” He’s smiling at me, not the I’m-happy-to-see-you kind of smile, no more like the you’re-such-a-fool-and-don’t-know-it kind.
“You think you broke my heart, oh Blissful, you couldn’t be further from the truth. His plan was to make you love me, get you to trust me completely. I kept him at bay for three years; told him just a little longer and she’ll be mine. Then you had to go and ruin all my well laid plans, do you know much you fucked up my world Bliss, huh, do you?” He’s so close to my face I almost flinch with the amount of venom pouring out of him, I’m lost, completely lost as to who he could be talking about. What did he mean he’d been keeping him at bay? Who had he been keeping at bay, and why? So many unanswered questions; should I dare to ask them? Vic looked slightly unhinged; did I really want to risk him losing it completely? Then it hits me, it was all a lie, he’d been lying to me all these years, gotten close to me for someone else. I don’t know whether to scream at him, or cry for my own stupidity.
“Vic, whatever's going on, we can fix this, just tell me how to fix this.” He is so fast I missed his intent; he has my hair gripped painfully tight in his fist, yanking my head backwards so I have to look straight up at him. All the remorse I felt for him earlier was gone, replaced with a deep seated anger only violence would cure.
“You really want to know how to fix this, oh baby you can’t fix this anymore. He’ll have what he wants from you, and I’ll be forced to go back to what I was before this. While you will be forced to, well, you will do whatever the fuck he tells you to do. You belong to him now, he says you’ve always belonged to him, told me I only got to warm you up for him. He wasn’t too happy when I told him you weren’t a virgin when I took you, you’re going to have to pay for that one sweetheart, I just hope you survive. Maybe he’ll let me play with you when he tires of you.” This man standing over me, with my hair held tightly isn’t the Vic I’d grown to care about. No, this man was someone else entirely, bringing home the fact that he was nothing but a lie.
“Vic, who is he? Why are you doing this to me? Why all the lies? Tell me what’s going on, please. If I ever meant anything to you Vic, please tell me.” Picking me up by my hair, he flings me on the poor excuse for a bed, I right myself the best way I can, knowing I need to be prepared for him to lash out at me.
“Vic, please. Please, Vic. Oh baby, I’m going to please you alright, just like always, like the good whore I am. I know what you like Blissful, and I’ve been commanded to make sure you get it all.” I start inching my way backwards from him, I know I don’t have enough strength back to fend him off. I want to cry knowing that all I’d shared with Bart was about to be ruined. All the sweet memories I had of Vic were about to be vanquished, still I tried to reason with him to stall him in hopes of rescue.
“Vic, you don’t have to do this. You don’t belong to whoever is controlling you anymore, not everything we shared could have been a lie. There’s no way you can fake it that long without some of it being true. Please don’t do this Vic!” He’s stripping in a daze, like he doesn’t even see me, like he’s on autopilot; the body I once found pleasing is covered in bruises and now makes me tremble with fear. I needed to be strong; I needed to survive whatever it was he and his master had planned for me.
