Page 5 of Jase
I turned back around just in time to hear her voice break through. Her eyes were wide, and the shaking was near convulsive as she whimpered.
“No. No, please.Please. Don’t do this.”
A chuckle came from the back of the room as the man was now standing from the computer and was looking right at her.
“Face forward and lift your hands.”
“No.” Her head shook as she turned herself more into the wall. Ink nearly covered the entire side of her back, but I still couldn’t see what it was. “I’m begging you. Let me go, and I swear I’ll never tell a soul. I’ll do anything. Please! I want to go home. Let me go,” she sobbed, angrily. “I want to go home!”
The man made his way to her hastily, locking his hand in her hair as he moved in inches from her face. He was wearing a white mask with a white apron over jeans and a blue flannel shirt.
“When I tell you something, you listen. Face. Forward.”
What sounded like a roar left the woman as she began to claw and swing her arms. She went crazy, with the foot of space she was allowed, but she wasn’t close enough to do damage. The impact connected to the man’s bicep just in time for him to let go and bring the back of his hand across her face. The pop was so loud, the beast inside me awakened with a vengeance. The dominant in me seethed, but it was the darker side of me that craved to spill blood.
“What the fuck did I tell you? Did you learn nothing last night?”
The woman’s nearly limp body slid at his pull. He positioned her to the front, sitting her roughly to face the cameras. Blood ran a river from her nose and her eyes rolled. But she wasn’t shaking anymore. I was. I was damn near homicidal as I fought to stay unattached.
This could be all for the show. This could be staged or even wanted on her part.
“My…name is…Kody. I,” her breath shuddered. “I am a person. I am…Kody. I—” she gagged, and her body curled halfway into the wall again. The kick to her side had my eyes wanting to close, but they didn’t. Whether I liked it or not, I had to watch. If this was real; If this wasn’t consensual, I was going to make this motherfucker my mission. No matter what it took, I’d hunt him down and give in to the one thing I wanted more than anything. He’d pay. He’d fucking suffer for what he was doing. There had to be accountability, balance, and I was going to bring it.
Chapter 2
Kody
No more tears. No pleas. Not yet…
The table under me felt like pure ice as I stared up at the bright light above. I had no idea what could be left after everything I’d already been through. If he wasn’t going to mar my skin like on day one, and he wasn’t going to pound me into the stone like on day two, what else was there? Did I even have the strength to endure it?
I wasn’t sure what else I could take. Every inch of me felt broken. I ached from head to toe. I was so fucking tired, I could barely function. Sleep wouldn’t come. Panic never left. I was so scared it took everything I had not to break down completely. Was tonight the night? Would I die here before I ever got the chance to escape?
Freedom. It was laughable. I knew I wasn’t leaving this room. How could I? Even if I managed to unlock the shackles, I’d never get out. I had tried earlier on my bathroom break. There were no windows. No other means of escape. The man even controlled the door with his voice. It wouldn’t open for me. This was it. It was over.
“Day three is bones. Bid and list.”
“Bones?” My voice cracked as the tears betrayed me. My head lifted as I watched my kidnapper view his computer from a few feet across the room. “Why are y’all doing this?” I exploded, my head falling back to the table. “Someone help me! Someone call the fucking police! My name is Kody—”
My captor’s hand slammed over my mouth. The sobs did come, then. It was inconceivable how this could be happening. How these people viewed my pain, my life, as nothing but entertainment.
“Do you think they care who you are? Do you think I do? Next time I hear your name, I’ll cut out your tongue, bid or not. Do you understand?”
I nodded, growling and crying harder as I did.
“Good.” His palm ran down my arm, his finger tracing over mine almost adorningly. Before I could try to curl it away from him, white light blinded me. Pain registered so intense I couldn’t catch my breath. All I could see was the hammer lift and slam into the top of my hand once again. Light. Yes. Colors wavered with it as sight faded, only to return. I was aware I was screaming, but I had no control over any of it.
“Bonecrusher thinks you have the most beautiful voice when you scream. He’s one of your biggest fans, and tonight is his favorite auction night. Would you like to wave and tell him thank you?”
Numbness merged with sizzling heat as he lifted what he could of my limp hand and shook it. “There we go. Let me see.” Fingers pushed into my flesh as I gagged, feeling across the top and down my digits. With every ounce of pressure, I yelled louder.
Yelled…but not begged.
“Seems I missed a few. When they pay for your hand, they get all of it.”
More squeezing. I took a deep breath, turning my head as my entire body locked from the brutal, metal contact. Once. Twice. Three times. Light danced and spun, and I yearned for it to take me. It didn’t. All it left me with was sensations that pushed the bounds of what I thought I could take.
“There we go,” he whispered. “Now we’re getting somewhere. That’s nice.”
