Page 16 of Brandishing Balance
I shrugged a shoulder. “I like what I like. Now tell me more about the latest video.”
“Oh man,” Jimmy said, grinning. “It was epic!”
I didn’t know how I managed to sit through Jimmy and Pete’s idiotic rambling most of the night, while also watching the fights from the sidelines. It wasn’t something I usually did; most of the time I watched from backstage while my boys were ringside, or at our merch table.
Didn’t matter though, because we were here on a mission and I had a job to do. Slowly Blaze, Phoenix, and I fed Jimmy and Pete shots. The two idiots didn’t even realize the three of us weren’t drinking and they kept running their mouths, describing in vivid detail what the girl in the video was going through.
Pete had described Maya down to the tattoos. It may have been a while since I had seen Maya—the Spring party at Johnny Taylor’s place—but the girl Pete had described was Maya. There was no doubt in my mind.
With the drunken idiots tagged for location, my boys and I finally said our goodbyes and headed out of the warehouse. It was late, but I texted Marcos when we were back by our bikes.
Axel:
I suggest you NOT watch this. Give it to your tech guy. I’m serious.
I waited a minute, expecting a text back right away, but it was late and I was sure Marcos was probably burning the candle at both ends. Hopefully he was sleeping.
Marcos:
Thx
I knew the chances of Marcos listening to me were slim to none. I wouldn’t have listened if anyone sent me a link and told me not to look.
Maya
Ifadedinandoutof consciousness. Thoughts no longer consumed me as dehydration and starvation plagued me.
Still trussed up on the mattress, the men of Las Serpientes crew took their turns fucking me. I lost track of how many and how long.
Someone poured lube on me whenever I started to dry out. I had become swollen and desensitized, that despite the amount of lube and cum sloshing inside my cunt, I was still feeling friction burns and tearing.
“Such a dirty whore.” Someone laughed.
“See if you can fist her,” someone else said.
“Look it! Get the camera in there!”
Pain exploded as someone’s fingers pushed into my cunt, followed by their knuckles. A chorus of loud mocking cheers could be heard as his fist slipped completely inside me.
Overwhelmed by the agony, I fell unconscious, my mind seeking refuge from the torment.
Marcos
IsentthelinkAxelhad given me to Jack Adams immediately, hoping that Jack could track down something—anything. Then I called Jason into Maya’s bedroom at her mother’s house, and together we began to watch the videos of the last week of Maya’s captivity. Despite Axel’s warning not to, I needed to know.
I grew sicker and angrier the longer we watched. Both of us sat on Maya’s bed, leaning back against the wall while we watched the shit on my phone. Thankfully Luke was asleep.
“Dude, no more,” Jason finally snapped. He stood from the bed and began to pace in front of it. “I’m going to kill that motherfucker.”
I was numb, I was beyond reaction at this point. I needed to watch them all, because every little detail I committed to memory. I would find Dax Hillcrest and repeat each and every touch, every hit, every fucking thrust into Hillcrest myself. The man would experience the hell he put Maya through tenfold.
Hitting play on the next video, I ignored Jason’s pacing and continued watching.
“I can’t sit here anymore.” Jason stalked from the bedroom.
I heard the front door close quietly a couple seconds later. I thought briefly about following Jason, knowing he likely went around the corner to the new house, but decided against it. Jason needed to calm down, and I wasn’t done with the videos.
There was a knock on the bedroom door that had me pausing the video and locking the screen. I looked up to see Luke standing there rubbing his eyes. “Hey, buddy. What are you doing up?”
