Page 4 of Dirty Little Convict
I shake my head. “I don’t want to play, asshole,” I grit out.
Orange continues on like I never spoke. “You get to hide and we get to seek the prize.”
“What the fuck is the prize?” I snarl.
“That dripping cunt. When we catch you, and make no fucking mistake, we… Will… Keep… You, you will take whatever the fuck we give you. None of this is about your pleasure, this is about us and our need for vengeance.” Any retort I had on my tongue withers away at red's promise. “Tick tock, little convict.” The lights shut off and I’m plunged into darkness. I begin to tremble when I hear the axe dragging along the concrete floor.
The silence is deafening and holds an eerie edge. I hate myself for being so aroused. It’s a fucking defect of mine, getting off on fear. Time doesn’t seem to stand still like I had hoped it would. In what feels like seconds my restraints release me and the door to the cage unlocks. Dread pools inside me.
What if I just stay in here?
I push that thought away when I remember how each of them held a weapon, that makes the decision easy for me. It’s so dark in here I can’t even see my hand in front of my face. I blindly feel along the bars on the side until I reach the front of the cage. My arms are screaming with relief but pins and needles ripple through my limbs and anger courses inside me. How darethese motherfuckers kidnap me and lock me in a cage like some fucking felon!
I wince at the thought and push all thoughts of Kincaid from my mind.
I finally reach the door and slowly push it open, the hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end as I step a foot out of the metal doghouse. I wait for one of them to pounce on me, but nothing happens. I shuffle my feet along the ground and wave my arms around in front of me, feeling for anything. I almost weep when I feel a wall and then a door handle. All I need to do is find an exit, then I can make a run for it.
The fact I didn’t show up at the club means Molly will have to know something happened to me and alert the police.
I gingerly pull the door open and pop my head out first. My brows furrow. No lights are on inside the house, but the moonlight shining through the large windows affords me enough light to see. I slink out and quietly close the door behind me. I shiver from the cold but ignore it as I tiptoe through the small home, trying not to make a sound. Tears prick the backs of my eyes when I make it into the tiny kitchen and spy a door. I move around the butchers block and force myself not to run, just keeping my steady pace in case they hear my loud footfalls. Just as I’m mere feet from the door, I reach out to grab the handle.
“Time’s up, little convict.” I scream in fright and whirl around until my lower back slams into the edge of the counter. The guy with the purple mask stands there with that fucking axe in his hand. I look around me and spot a knife block. I dart to my right and grab the largest one before turning back to my captor. His dark laughter has me trembling as I point the knife at him. “Breaking you is going to be the most fun I’ve had in years.”
“Bring it on, you Jason wannabe,” I spit, then turn and grab the door handle.
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She tries to yank the door open but it doesn’t budge. I remain where I am, leaving her to it because there is no escape for her from this place. This is her new fucking home until we say otherwise. For the foreseeable future she is our pet and we’ll do whatever the fuck we like to her.
“Fuck!” she shrieks, then whirls around to face me with that knife held out in front of her. I spy Huxley from the corner of my eye entering the room, blocking her last escape. “I’ll fucking kill you,” she vows.
“You’re pathetic,” I grit out.
Her eyes dart around the small room, trying to work out an escape plan but it's futile, she’ll never get past us.
“I’ll make you a deal. Drop the fucking knife and I promise to let you come once tonight,” Hux vows.
“I’m not fucking you!” she hisses.
Both Huxley and I chuckle. “No.We’llbe fuckingyou, little convict,” I say. Her eyes widen in surprise. I see the indecision plastered all over her face. “Either way, you aren’t leaving this place and we’ll still get what we want from you.”
She nibbles her bottom lip and shakes her head. “Get fucked,” she screams as she runs toward me with the knife inthe air, ready to plunge it into my chest. I shift out of the way and grip her wrist in one hand, then whirl around so her back is plastered to my chest. I apply enough pressure to her wrist to make her cry out. She drops the blade and it clanks to the tile floor with atink. “Please…”
“Are you begging, little convict?” I murmur in her ear.
She trembles in my hold. Hux pushes forward until his front is plastered against hers. He grips her chin and forces her head back to meet his gaze.
“Want to make a deal?” he asks.
She keeps her lips clamped shut and refuses to answer, so I prompt her. “Tick tock, little convict.”
“What’s the fucking deal?” she hisses.
“If your lying little cunt is drier than a nun's pussy, we won’t touch you and will let you go.” She sucks in a sharp inhale. I smirk behind my mask, knowing she is soaking wet. She always got off on me chasing her and holding her down as I fucked her.
“A-and… if it’s not?” she stutters.
