Page 76 of Unbreakable

Arizona

Imadeitthrough the dinner, having to bite my tongue or the inside of my cheek to keep from talking, screaming out to anyone who would listen to what my father has done to me. I almost slipped a couple times, but the firm grip on my thigh and the nails dug into my skin were a painful deterrent. I kept my gaze down the majority of the dinner, every time I saw my father and his blatant flirting with the brunette slut, as she will now be known as, sickened me. The few times I did look around, attempting not to look directly at my father or the psychopath beside me, I saw the doublemint twins, each with matching sinister sneers.

When Alexander called the night to an end, I was so ready to head back to my room, but I wasn’t expecting him to follow me. I have no more than set foot into the room, when I feel a hand come down with force on my back shoving me into the room, which causes me to lose my footing and fall to the floor, twisting my ankle in the process.

“You should learn to be more careful. Here I always thought dancers were supposed to be graceful. How did you manage to stay upright in those stripper heels, or did you spend your time on your back?” Alexander mocks through laughter that feels as if it’s coming from the devil himself.

I push my upper body up from the floor on my arms and I slowly try to stand, the pressure placed on my ankle causing me to wince in pain.

“We’ll be heading to my family physician tomorrow for a complete medical workup including an STD test, no telling what you have with the whoring ways you had in Memphis. Get her up boys and strip her from her clothing and put her back in the restraints. No testing her out, she will be your stepmother, there are girls down in the basement you can have your own brand of sexual perversion with. I know how you boys get a little carried away, and I can’t have her having anymore suspicious marks.” My body gets yanked up, pain ripping through not only my ankle but my arm as well, a scream of agony rushing from my mouth.

“She’s a screamer, bet she would be a real minx in the sack. Think Dad will let us have a try with her after she’s tested?” one of them says, honestly at this point I can’t tell them apart.

“He’ll become bored with her once the novelty wears off. He’s had a hard on for her ever since he saw her dance when she was sixteen, fucking pervert." He then turns his gaze to me. "Hell, he nearly came in his pants when your dad came to him for a loan. He saw the perfect opportunity to have you. Your father was so consumed with money and status that when my dad offered to take care of his debts in exchange for you he jumped at it. Although, he did think he was going to get a virgin bride he could break in. He lost it when he found out you weren’t. You remember your dad was gone for business for a month, yeah he was getting the shit beat out of him in Dad’s dungeon.” Doublemint twin A continues to blab while twin B rips the dress off me, leaving me only in my bra and panties before tossing me on the bed and cuffing me back in the restraints.

“Fuck, looking at Stepmom here has my cock rock hard, I’m headed out to find some pussy, nothing downstairs interests me.” Twin B announces as he turns and heads out of the room.

“If you’re lucky, you’ll wish Dad grows tired of you. We may be fucked in the head, but he’s a hundred times worse. You have no idea what he has planned, if I were you I’d be an obedient little servant.” Twin A tells me, almost as if he cares and has a soul, before he crosses the room, shutting the door behind him. He flicks the lights off as he goes, throwing the room into darkness except for the small amount of moonlight shining through the open curtains.

Funny, I didn’t hear the lock clicking in place. Guess you don’t need to worry about that when you’re strapped down, odd they even did it before. Maybe they just forgot.

The throbbing pain in my arm and ankle has me in tears, not to mention the fact I’m half naked, exposed and defenseless to anyone who comes in, and I’m cold. I stare up at the dark ceiling, wishing to be anywhere but here, to have just spoken up. Death seems better than where I am right now.

Lying here gives me time to wonder. Are the guys mad? Are they coming for me? Did they even care enough to look when I didn’t answer the door? Would they figure out where I went, and could they find me? So many questions running rampant through my mind with no definitive answer to any of them.

All I can do is lay here and think, and where my mind is taking me is that I won’t live through this. My parents never deserved my agreement to this, they should suffer and pay the consequences for their own mistakes. What pushed me over the edge, was the way my father was with that woman tonight while my mother’s stuck in a hospital bed fighting for her life. He truly is a vile man. How I ever idiolized him as a father when I was a young girl I’ll never have a fucking clue, chalk it up to immaturity and innocence.

My eyelids start to grow heavy, and I battle to keep them open before finally succumbing to total blackness, no sliver of light from the moon reaching me through the window as I’m taken by the darkness.

I wake to the most excruciating pain in my life, both my ankle and arm feel like they’re on fire. I wish I would just fucking die! I hear the rattle of the door handle as it opens, and see Miranda come in followed closely by Alexander, her face etched with fear.

“Good, you’re up. Miranda is going to help you get dressed, and then we’re heading out to your Doctor’s appointment. I’ll have him look at the injuries to your arm and ankle where you missed your footing on the stairs last night, the combination of heels and wine playing a number on your balance.” Is he for fucking real!

“On the stairs, are you fucking for real? Don’t you mean when you shoved me to the ground and had your damn sons manhandle me?” I furiously scream out.

“My dear, dear Arianna. You seem to have a very vivid imagination. Now, if you don’t want something else to break,” an evil glint appears on his face as he speaks. “Or something even worse to befall you or your mother, you’ll stick with this fucking story.”

“Seems Maxwell has not made his appearance yet this morning, so Malcolm will be up shortly to retrieve you. I wouldn’t act out if I were you, he’s the more demented son and will have no problem making one of those current injuries a little worse.” He casts one last glance over my body before turning to leave. I don’t even need to hear the click to know he’s locked us in the room.

“Miss, I am so sorry. I wish I wasn’t helping them, but he threatened to harm my family and I’ve seen how vindictive he is, I can’t risk it.” she tells me as she fumbles to unhook the cuffs restraining me to the bed, silent tears falling down her face.

“It’s okay Miranda, truly. I understand, and I’m not mad at you. I already have an idea on how to escape this prison, I just need to find what I need.” Looking out towards the window, not wanting to look upon her sad face, knowing I’m the reason her family has been threatened.

I slowly sit, not being able to bear weight on my arm without pain shooting straight up it and into my shoulder. Miranda makes her way closer to me, putting her arm around my waist on the opposite side of my injured arm and helps me to hobble to the bathroom. Lowering me to the toilet she helps me remove my underwear, my face reddening with embarrassment, which is odd with me being a stripper and strangers seeing me practically naked.

“Okay miss, I don’t think you can stand with that ankle the way it is, so I’m going to help you into the tub and you can take a bath.” She turns the water on before reaching out to help me stand and pivot over to sit on the side of the bathtub, where I’m able to swing my legs over the side and using my good arm to support myself, I slide down into the water.

“Thank you Miranda. I can take it from here. I’ll call for you when I’m done.”

She nods then heads out of the bathroom, leaving a small crack in the door as she pulls it closed behind her.

Leaning back in the tub, lying my head against the rim, I soak in the warmth of the water as my mind begins to spin with random thoughts. It would be so easy to end it here and now. All I would have to do is relax and slip underneath the water, and blow out all of my air, taking the water into my lungs as I slip away. Visions of my men playing on a video loop to ease my last moments.

But then I remember Miranda is in the other room, and I know Alexander would somehow find a way to blame her, or she would check and find me, pulling me back from the abyss to this hell on earth.

Almost as if she could read minds, Miranda pops back into the room to help me finish my bath and get out of the tub, drying me off like I’m a toddler. I feel more degraded here at this moment than anytime I was on the stage shaking my ass for money.

“Okay, I have some clothes laid out on the bed for you. I thought you’d be more comfortable in something loose and casual, but Mr. Jamison felt you should look the part of his fiance. I’m so sorry.” Hmm, so now I have a last name, shit lot of good that does me.

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