Chapter 6
Chapter 6
BEAU
T hree days must’ve passed… I can feel it in my muscles. I’ve fought through the highs and lows in their rotation of torture and I’m not sure how much more I can take. It’s been like a fucking circus in here and I still don’t know what they want from me, other than to drive me goddamn insane.
Even through my drugged haze, I’m constantly thinking about Iris. She is my only reason for staying strong. She’s the only thing keeping me from slamming my head back on this stone wall over and over until the agony ends.
The Iris look-a-likes no longer confuse me. I’ve learned to ignore the temptations and not fall victim to their harassment. The girls still try to tease me into fucking them, but I’ve found that dark place I used to slip inside for years. I let my mind go there and the present seems to pass as slow as the time does, but at least I’m still breathing. My heart continues to beat and the rage is still firing deep down. One little mistake by these people and I’ll forever be their nightmare.
The room is quiet and empty right now. The swinging lights all still shining like they have been the entire time the girls have been coming in and out of the room. My eyes adjust to the brightness and the heaviness of my body pulls against my restraints. Fuck. I may never walk again if I don’t get the hell off this wall soon.
Glancing down at my still raging cock, I imagine a moment when such a sight meant a great time. Memories flash of Iris and our last night together. She was so damn beautiful straddling me, my best friend at her back. Loving us both like she knew it would be our last. What I would do to go back in time and enjoy the night all over again.
“Shit.” I groan as I attempt to shift my position. Even just a slight adjustment would ease some of the tension. Managing to get one of my feet in a new spot, I move enough to get some relief, instantly making a world of difference in my clarity. I’m coming down from the high and it’s only a matter of time before they ramp me up with their shit all over again.
I pull on my shackles and look for a weak link, even though I’m fairly certain my lack of luck is still intact. My chains are rattling when the door opens once again. Quickly, I feign a deeper drugged deliria, buying myself some more time to where I can hopefully catch by surprise.
This time they sent in two robed goons to check on me. I deny myself the retaliation of head butting the one who pauses close enough for me to manage it, knowing further antagonizing them will not get me the leg up in this situation. They either need to think I’m cooperating or else I’m so far gone I can’t fight back. I choose the latter, aware it’ll be my best bet of allowing them to drop their guard around me.
Sure enough, they remove my cuffs from the wall and drape my arms over their shoulders to drag me out of the room. My body falls limp and heavy as soon as they release me, while I continue to play the long game. They struggle moving my bulk, but I’m able to sneak a peek the entire way… taking notes of the hallways and rooms as we pass. I notice two other figures in the distance, but that’s it. But, most of all, I don’t hear Iris… and fuck if it isn’t hard as hell not to yell for her.
When they’re about to walk me sideways through a door, I take my chance. I stand and swing, knocking the one to my right on their ass. Unfortunately, I’m still somewhat out of it, so I’m not smooth enough to get the same element of surprise on the other one. He shoves me into the room and with a swift kick to my ass, I’m sent to the floor, the door slamming closed behind me.
However, they made a mistake… The one I knocked out is lying beside me.
Now, I know my strength on a normal day, but I’m far from being at my best after who knows how many days filled with torture. I search the room for something to use as a weapon or at minimum an item to restrain this guy. Not finding anything, I yank the hood from his head and use my teeth to help me rip it into strips.
I’m halfway through tying his wrists together when he comes to. I haven’t taken the time to see who it is yet, so when I yank him to his knees, I take a look. It’s another sophomore from Bentley. I know he’s here on an order and it’s becoming very clear who they have do all of their dirty work.
“What’s your order?”
“To move you both into the same room and not let you leave until I’m told…”
“Where is she?” I interrupt and shove him against the back wall, both of us stumbling as if we can’t stand.
“She?” He stares at me with confusion dancing in his gaze and it only serves to further piss me off.
“Yes, Iris.”
“I don’t know. I’ve only seen the two of you.”
“Yes. Me and Iris. What the fuck is wrong with you, man?” I shove off of him, realizing he’s not one of the guys who actually knows anything. He’s no better off in this mess than I am. Well, maybe he’s a little better… he has clothes on and isn’t using his dick to point out everything in front of him.
With a huff, I go at him once again… this time shoving my forearm against his throat in an attempt to force something out of him. “Tell me where she is.”
“It’s only you and Banks here, bruh. That’s all I know of.”
I freeze, the possibility sending chills over my body in waves. “King is alive?”
He nods, staring at me like I’m the crazy one. And for this reason, I decide not to kill him where he stands. This guy will obviously never make it in The Brotherhood, but it doesn’t mean I can’t use him until they realize what a poor choice of pledge he truly is.
“Where is he?”
“Next room over.”
“Fuck.” I’m elated and terrified all at once. If he’s alive, there’s no doubt they’ve punished him beyond the torment they’ve put me through. “Wait. I saw his shirt.” A flash of memory hits me, reminding me of the grave and the digging.
The sophomore shrugs. “He hasn’t had one on.”
The mind fuck continues and for once, the events turn in my favor and I’m pleased. “Do you have a key to the room?”
“Yes.” I immediately begin contemplating my next move. They have eyes everywhere… so I know they’re aware that I’ve learned King is alive. They’ve no doubt seen I’m coherent and even if I attempt to reason and make a deal with this chump, they’ll witness it all. Somehow the fuckers always seem to be one step ahead.
“I want to see King. Now.” I start yelling, “King!” My roar echoes in the small room, leaving no possible way he can’t hear me, if he’s truly in the next room over. “King! I’m fucking here!”
Even when I stop shouting, the response is still a stony silence, which gives me no relief from my ramped-up adrenaline. He’s really alive. This is why I haven’t felt that deep loss that I thought I’d feel if he were truly gone. Numbness isn’t painful enough for actually losing King, so I have to believe this guy is telling the truth. He has to be.
“King. Fucking answer me!” I scream and then pause again. This time I hear a moan on the other side of the wall. You’d think after all the years of me hearing him fucking on the opposite side of a wall from me, I’d know his moans, but it was too quick and painful sounding… not the same kind of fucking sounds I’m used to hearing from King.
“Knock, kick… hell, I don’t care, just give me the fucking knock or something so I know it’s you.” I slam my hand down on the table, pounding twice, asking our traditional ‘you okay?’ and then hold my breath as I listen for his responding thump, thump , back. It takes a few seconds, but I finally manage to hear it.
Of all the drugs I’ve ever experienced and all the highs I’ve chased over the years, nothing compares to the instant euphoria of knowing my best friend is alive after thinking he’s been dead for days. He fucking made it through that crazy shit show and now I have to make sure we all figure a way out of this prison, alive.
I have another purpose for getting out of here now other than Iris. I can’t fail King. He’s already proven he’d die before he’d let either of us be hurt. Now, it’s time for me to find a way to him, get us out of the next room, grab Iris, and escape from these sadistic fucks holding us as prisoners.