Page 14 of Dirty Little Convict
Stone and orange have brought me food and water but I can’t stomach it. After what Kincaid said to me last night, my stomach has been in knots. When they brought me down my second meal and saw I hadn’t touched the first one or the water, they dragged me upstairs and told me to shower. I did so on autopilot without really thinking. I was surprised when they gave me a shirt and some sweats to wear. The clothes are too big for me but I didn’t complain even when they locked me back up with orders to eat and drink.
Hours later and I still can’t stomach the thought of eating. I need them to let me explain. If they would just listen then they would know I didn’t have a choice. I never meant to hurt either of them but she didn’t give me a choice! I hate my mom, I’m not sad the bitch is dead. She deserved to OD in her fucking shitty trailer on her own with no one around her.
I snap my head up when I hear the cell door unlock and frown when I don’t see any of them around. I push to my feet, cautiously move toward the door and push it open, expecting one of them to jump out any second but they don’t.
I debate trying to escape like I did the first night but push that thought aside almost instantly. Running hasn’t done me anygood and now that I have them back in my life, I don’t want to lose them again. I take a deep breath and push all my emotions away. If the only way I can have them is physically then so-fucking-be-it.
I yank the shirt off and strip off the sweats. I toss the clothes back into my cell and ignore the chill in the air as I make my way through the basement. When I reach the stairs I see the door at the top is slightly ajar. I keep my wits about me as I climb the steps as quietly as I can. When I slowly push the door open and peer out I see nothing but darkness. I step out and the hairs on the back of my neck instantly stand on end, my breathing turns choppy and my palms start to sweat.
I inch my way past the living room and find it empty. It looks exactly as it did when I left it yesterday. I creep into the dining room and find that vacant as well. My eyes widen when I spot the back door in the kitchen wide open. I stand here just staring at it until I hear something dragging along the hardwood floor behind me. I whirl around and shriek at the sight of Kincaid in his red mask with an axe dragging behind him.
I don’t think.
My flight or fight instincts kick in and I turn and run.
The cold air bites into my skin, the snow beneath my feet burns but I don’t stop. I’m naked and terrified. The moon is my only source of light. I look around and see nothing but trees!
I’m in the middle of the fucking woods!
“No one will hear you scream, convict.” I scream and snap my head to the right to see orange leaning against a tree with a fucking baseball bat resting on his shoulder. I veer left to avoid him. I can feel Kincaid gaining on me but I don’t look back. I don’t feel the cold or exhaustion, my adrenaline keeping me going. Rationally I know they won’t hurt me but I can’t fight against the need to run and get away.
I hear their boots crunching in the snow behind me. I know they are getting closer but I refuse to give up. The air is knocked out of me when something tackles me from the side. I land in the snow with a grunt. I gasp for air but I can’t breathe from the weight on top of me.
I look up to see Stone in his purple mask. He shifts so he is straddling me. I try to push him off but freeze when he presses a knife against my throat. Unfiltered terror rolls through me. I see Kincaid and orange out of the corner of my eye come to a stop beside us, but I don’t dare move a muscle or take my gaze off Stone.
“You caught our little convict,” orange says. Even with the fucking voice distorter I can hear the humor in his tone which pisses me off.
“Stone, please?—”
He cuts me off by pressing the blade into my skin. I hiss in pain. “You don’t get to say my name.” I knew it was them but hearing him confirm it hits me harder than I thought it would. Tears prick the backs of my eyes.
“Get her ass up,” Kincaid orders. Stone remains where he is for a minute before growling, then pushing off me. The moment he is off me all the adrenaline drains out of me and I instantly feel the sting of the snow against my skin and the bite of the cold. I was stupid to run out of the house naked. Orange leans down, grabs my arm and yanks me to my feet. In a move so bold he doesn’t expect, I whirl around and smack the mask off his face.
My jaw slackens at the sight of his face. I know the other two are Stone and Kincaid but I had no idea who this guy was until now.
“What the fuck!” I hear one of the other two snap behind us, but I can’t tear my gaze from his.
“Don’t look so surprised, little convict,” he taunts.
I shake my head as I stare up at him in shock. “Huxley Verlies,” I breathe out.
He smirks down at me. “I’m surprised you remember who I am.” My brows bunch in confusion but he pushes on. “Knowing who I am doesn’t change shit.”
“Why are you doing this?” I push as he grips my arm and begins dragging me toward the other two, who are standing by a tree.
“Because you didn’t just break their hearts, you broke mine as well.” His honesty floors me. I never in a million years thought I would ever see Huxley again. He and Stone were best friends. He knew about me and Stone and never judged us. Which is why, the night Stone came to me and asked me if I would be the one to take Huxley’s virginity, I agreed. I was always attracted to Hux. Anyone with fucking eyes would be but I never thought he saw me as anything more than Stone’s stepsister.
He shoves me forward and I stumble into Kincaid, forcing him to drop his axe in order to catch me. I can’t feel my toes and my shivering has worsened but they don’t seem to care. When Kincaid shoves me away from him my back slams into a tree and I whimper in pain. Stone suddenly appears in front of me. I stare up at him, waiting for him to help me or take me back to the house so I can warm up, but instead he reaches behind him and pulls out a rope, then tosses it to Huxley.
The cruel look in his eyes has tears clouding my vision. Huxley claims Stone’s spot and begins tying my hands. I don’t fight him or try to pull away. I keep my head down as he grips my restraints and pulls me forward until I’m flush against his front. As crazy as it sounds, it was easier to look at him with his mask on. The sight of his face forces me to remember the past and I hate thinking about that.
“Tonight, you had the chance to run and escape us but failed,” he says smugly, the sound of his voice has me flinching. “What do you think your punishment should be?”
I shake my head. “I–d-d-don’t… know,” I stammer. My teeth are chattering and making it hard to talk. I’m so fucking cold!
“I’ll tell ya what, if I slip a finger inside your cunt and find you dry, I’ll carry you back to the house and put you in the sauna to warm up.” I whimper wanting what he’s offering.
“But, if you’re wet, we’re fucking you right here, right now.” I snap my head and look at Kincaid with wide eyes.
