10. Savvy
Chapter 10
Savvy
26 Weeks
M J should have been back by now. I know I’m pacing my room, but I can’t help it. Has Sin seen the playlist I have been adding to since Max let me have a Smart TV to watch shows and listen to music? My blood pressure has been up a bit, and since my incident, I’m supposed to be resting. I had permission to log into my account and make the playlist. Fiona thought it would be a good twist on her game and would help Christian deal better with me being gone.They want him to see it.
Max has let me have the run of the house now as long as I don’t go outside without him or one of the guards if he isn’t available. Like I can do anything without five of them up my ass. It’s not like I can run morons. Not that I haven’t thought about it. I just know I wouldn’t get far enough to make it out.
Sin has no idea who Fiona is, and I don’t know if he will listen to MJ long enough to figure it out, he is stubborn, I know that.
According to Fiona, he has completely lost it, killing at least twenty of her subjects, as she always calls them. She really thinks she is a fucking queen. My first meeting with her was the same day I met MJ. We were at the stables, which is my favorite place now. Sunny is a beautiful Appaloosa with similar markings to one of my horses back in Oklahoma. The stables have become an escape for me. She is majestic and I think she knows I’m pregnant. Out of all the horses they have, I’ve bonded with her the most. I will take her with me when I leave. I don’t know how, but I will. Fiona said I could have her.I know she is blowing smoke up my ass. Bitch doesn’t realize that this isn’t my first rodeo. I act appropriately around her. Sugar always gets you more than vinegar.
We have been spending a lot of time together this week. She was impressed at how quickly I put two and two together on who she really is. Max gave a lot away, but she doesn’t hold back. She slapped me the first moment we met, then she hugged me, and said that was all the punishment I deserved for ridding the earth of Sebastian. I didn’t budge. I took it and smiled at her. It felt good to finally feel something when all I’ve been doing is trying not to feel. When I let my emotions get the better of me and feel all the things around me, I open my mouth and that gets me in trouble every time. She liked my fire and said I had more of a fighting spirit than any other Bennett she had ever known. She knows everything about me. Apparently, my mother originally gave me to Fiona, same as she made Charlotte do with MJ, but my father begged her to let him take me. I was never supposed to leave Louisiana, but when she talked to my dad, he promised to keep me hidden and not let Sylvia ever get to me. Everyone knew Fiona was alive except the people who should have known all along.
She made me open up about how I grew up, what I went through with Bash, how I met Sin, and how the girls and I planned his death behind the guys back over a bowl of gumbo and French bread at lunch. She already knew every detail of how we got him there and what we did, how she knows I don’t know. She just wanted to hear it from my perspective.
I think I have somehow now become her pet as well as Max’s. She has a way about her, and I now know that she won’t hurt me, yet. I wasn’t sure at first, but I think I’m a lifeline. I know I have been part of her plans for a long time and I’m starting to get it. She hasn’t opened up about why she faked her death, but I know she will in time, and it will help me make sense of things. She has her reasons I’m sure, just like I had mine when we killed Bash. I just can’t figure out her end game. She has already promised she won’t take my baby from me when he is born. It doesn’t mean she won’t try eventually, but who knows.
I hear the lock on my door and quickly sit on the bed, so I don’t get in trouble for being up. Max has been ridiculous about me resting, eating enough, and getting appropriate exercise. MJ has been the one bit of light I have had this past week. She is a victim and doesn’t even realize it. Her being a pet is all she has ever known since she was little with Uncle Mark. He started her early when Fiona finally gave into her being homeschooled. She didn’tprotect her or stop it in any way. She may technically be a virgin, but she is no virgin. The things that they have done to her are unspeakable. The thing is, MJ has been conditioned not only to do whatever they ask of her, but she has been conditioned to crave it. I get it, I did once too, still do sometimes if I’m being honest with myself.
Max comes in and I don’t look up. I know it’s him by the sound of his oxfords on the hardwood.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”He asks with a condescending tone.
“I thought MJ would be back by now.” I sigh, I don’t care if I seem desperate to know how Sin is. I am! She got to see him, touch him, smell him, and hear his voice!
“Come on, she is downstairs. She has a couple of surprises for you. Fiona wanted to cheer you up and has something special for you as well.” His smile is fake, and he sounds uninterested in whatever they have done. I don’t think he particularly likes having to share me with anyone else. He has been a bit on edge since MJ and Fiona have been here so much this week staying with me.
“Do you not want me to be cheered up?” I ask with my bottom lip pushing out to pout slightly and tilt my head, trying to get at least a smirk out of him.
“I would prefer you to be happy because I gave you that happiness, not anyone else. Don’t pout unless you are on your knees begging for my cock, sweetheart, my patience with you is thinning.” His voice is cold as he takes in my expression and smirks. He looks evil for the first time since I have been here. I knew this was too good to be true. He wants me and there is nothing I can do about it.
Can I survive this? Another man touching me, will he actually try with me being pregnant? Will he hurt me or Kohl if I try to refuse him? My thoughts are swirling in my head making me nauseous.
I swallow the lump in my throat and stand, keeping my eyes down. He reaches his hand out for me to take per usual. I take it carefully, not knowing what he is capable of right now. He pulls me to him quickly, grabbing my neck with his other hand. He only adds slight pressure, not cutting off my air completely, but enough to get my attention. I don’t fight him. His mouth is close to mine as he breathes heavily. I can smell the harsh liquor on his breath. He moves slowly, kissing my cheek, then moves to my ear, “how are your hormones sweetheart? Do you need to be touched? Are you horny and haven’t been able to do anything about it?” His voice is low as he slurs his words.
I whimper slightly through his grip, letting a tear fall.
He starts pushing me back with his hand around my throat, until my back hits the wall, not hard, but now I have nowhere to go, nothing within reach to defend myself with. His mouth is on mine now and I can’t make myself kiss him back. He bites my lip, making me whimper again.
He releases my hand, whispering in my ear, “Put your arms above your head and keep them there. Move them and I’ll punish you,” he threatens.
“Please… Max… don’t.” His mouth is on mine, silencing me again. I let the tears fall as I put my hands above my head as I’m told. I wore a long-sleeved button up dress today since it was nice and sunny. Big mistake.
I feel his hand move up my inner thigh. I try to push my legs together, but he pushes my feet apart with his foot, placing his leg between mine. I’m held by his grip on my neck and gasp when his fingers reach my panties. He brushes his fingers softly against the silky fabric. He moves the small piece of fabric over and delves a finger in. I can’t help the slight cry that leaves my lips.
“Shh, sweetheart, I know you need this as much as I do. I have wanted to touch you for so long. Your pussy is quivering under my touch. You will be mine.” His fingers fuck me as he speaks. I can’t help the way my body jerks and moves as I try not to feel his touch, I don’t want to come, but I can’t help it. His mouth is on mine again when I start to moan and can’t control it.
“That’s a good pet, coming all over my hand.”
He pulls me away from the wall and rips my dress off, pushing me over to the bed as buttons roll on the hard wood floor. He turns me around swiftly, bending me over the bed. He unhooks my bra, pushing the straps down my arms. I let another sob escape as he reaches around grabbing my breast. He releases it and slaps the side of it, making me jump as I let out a whimper.
“Good girl, welcome to my world, sweetheart.” he says, before I hear his zipper. I can’t contain my sobbing as he rips my panties off the rest of the way and enters me without warning. I close my eyes and try to imagine myself anywhere else but here, but I can’t make myself not feel it all. My body betrays me and gives in again as I try to fight the urge to come when he reaches around and rubs my clit. He slaps my ass as he fucks me fast and hard.
“Next time I’ll play with you longer before I fuck you.” He spits on my ass, and I still, waiting for it, knowing what’s coming. He shoves a finger in my ass, and I almost convulse, I can’t help but fall over the edge again. It’s been so long since I have been touched, fucked, and come. I haven’t been able to touch myself since I’ve been here. I always feel like I’m being watched. I want Sin. I don’t want this. I hold myself up on my elbows still bent over the bed as I let the tears fall. I take it all and try to block it all out. I’m numb when he finally finishes and pulls out of me. He leans over me kissing my shoulder.
“Such a good girl doing as you are told. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I will keep you satisfied for the rest of this pregnancy. Now, go get ready for dinner, everyone is waiting for you, and don’t go to the bathroom. I want my cum running out of you, while you get your gifts.” He whispers, then kisses my head again and goes to sit in the chair at the table as he zips his pants acting like he just did me a favor.
I stand up and force myself into the closet without losing it. I let tears fall because I can’t hold them in. I thought that if this was going to happen it would have already. I didn’t think it would happen now. Or ever. I never wanted someone else to touch me. Sin will never forgive me. I shouldn’t have been the perfect pet. I should have kept fighting, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. This is my fault. This was a punishment. Whether I was the cause of the punishment doesn’t matter. I let another man touch me. I didn’t scream, or fight, I let him do it. I’m to blame for my body reacting to it. Sin won’t want me after this. He won’t forgive me. I sit on the floor for a few minutes letting myself break.
I try to turn off all the emotions and just be okay. I can shut it all off. I can wallow in my sadness without letting the tears fall. I won’t give him that. Bash lived for my tears. Max definitely got off on my tears. The one difference is Bash loved me. Max doesn’t know what love is. I’m his pet, a toy that is disposable. I just have to survive until Christian is able to find me. Kohl has to come first no matter what. I just have to make sure I survive long enough for him to be born if he doesn’t find me in time. I know more than ever now that I won’t see my husband again if he doesn’t find us before Kohl is brought into this world. Fiona may be the queen, but I think I have been mistaken on who the actual king has been all along. The one who has been calling the shots.
When I come out of the closet, Max is still at the table playing on his phone. I wait like always to be acknowledged, even after what he just did to me, I know I have to play my part in the game. I now know he will punish me and probably make it hurt if I don’t be a good little pet and act right. I have to accept that this is my life for now and keep trying to find a way out. He looks up, knowing I have been standing here for a few minutes acting like he was surprised! Asshole!
He smiles and stands extending his hand. I take it and we walk out of the room as if nothing has happened. He is grinning from ear to ear when we make it to the dining room.
I can’t help but want to slit his throat when I spot a knife on the table. I would like to see if his smile would still be there. I imagine his blood pouring from his neck with that stupid smile on his face. It’s the reason I smile at everyone in the room as I take my seat in the solid wood high-back chair he pulls out for me and say, “Thank you.” With a smile and a nod.
Fiona sits at the head of the table with me to her left, MJ to her right, Max sits next to me, and low and behold Mark Boudreaux sits next to MJ.
“I was wondering when you would pop into all of this.” I chuckle slightly looking at Mark as I place my white linen napkin in my lap. He smiles, nods, and gives me a chuckle of his own.
“You still don’t have a clue, do ya?” He asks, trying to fuck with me.
“Enough. It’s almost time for Savvy’s first present. Here, darling, push the call button, someone is just dying to hear your voice.” Fiona interrupts the conversation and hands me her cell phone. I look at the phone in disbelief. It’s Sin’s number. I look at her with furrowed brows not understanding.
“You obviously can’t tell him who I am exactly, but you can talk about the baby. Tell him you are just fine and have been well taken care of. You have five minutes.” I smile and hit the green call button.It only rings once.
“Angel? Savvy is that you?” Christian answers on the first ring and I can’t help the tears that well up hearing his voice.
“Hi, love. I miss you so much. I’m so sorry.” I let out a breath as the tears fall, knowing why Max did what he did. I won’t let him take this from me.
“Savvy, angel, are you okay? Is the baby, okay? Has anyone hurt you?” His voice is full of emotion, and I can’t tell him.
“Yes, I’m fine. I’m being taken care of and so is Kohl. I know we said we would talk about names, but I really want to name him Kohl. He is a fighter and I want him to know that he was named after someone strong that loved beyond death and defied the odds because of love, okay?” I tell him happy things. Things that can’t hurt him.
“Angel, if you want his name to be Kohl then that’s his name. I love you both so much, hold onto that. I will find you if I have to burn down Louisiana to do it, I will find you.”
“I love you, more than anything, Christian, hold onto that. I need to know that you listened to MJ today. I need to know that you are paying attention to everything around you. I need to know if the girls are safe. Did Cami have the baby?” I know I’m rambling, but I can’t say what I want to say. Fiona moves to take the phone and I pull back slightly, but reluctantly hand it to her after I hear him tell me how beautiful Morgan Rose is, and I tell him I love him one more time.I’ll pay for that. Worth it. I eye Fiona not letting my face show how much I hate her in this moment.
“Christian, darling, there, now you know she is alive and doing well. See you soon.” Fiona hangs up the phone and looks over to me, then Max.
“Savvy, you handled that well, good girl. Are you ready for your next surprise?” She asks in a very chipper tone. I look up at her as tears continue to fall down my face.I wipe them away and clear my throat while nodding to the bitch.
“Let’s eat first, Savvy has to be starving.” Max jumps in, still smiling. He knows his cum is running out of me as he speaks. Did she know what he was going to do? Do they all know what he did? Was he ordered to do it or is he really the one calling the shots. I don’t know at this point.
“Then it’s a good thing that her surprise is probably starving too. Mark, darling, go get her.” Fiona is almost giddy and I’m not sure how to take her enthusiasm.
Mark gets up from the table and leaves the room. I look to MJ who hasn’t said a word. She looks down at her plate with sadness. She finally raises her eyes towards me, and I see tears welled up in them. She knows what happened before dinner. They all knew. I’m just a pawn in Fiona’s game. She wanted to see if I would break. It’s going to take more than her sons tiny dick to break me.
Mark enters practically dragging a bound and gagged woman. It takes me a minute to register who the woman is with all the blood and makeup smeared all over her face and dirt in her hair. When I realize it’s Scarlett my eyes widen.
“Surprise!” Max announces.
Mark is holding her by her hair as tears stream down her face. I can’t say that I feel sorry for her or feel anything to be honest.
“You brought me the bitch that pretended to be my mother my entire life making it a living hell? Why?” I ask confused.
“So that you can decide her fate. She was horrible to you, and I thought you deserved your own revenge. So, we will let you choose her fate. She can go through training to be a pet with Mark and be sold to the highest bidder, not that we would get much for her. Mark could also fuck her up, ultimately ending her life when he is done playing with her, if that’s what you want? I’m giving you the choice, sweetheart.” Max puts a finger under my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. “Tell me what you want to happen to her. Tell Mark what you want him to do to her.” He persists.
“Am I supposed to care what happens to her? I don’t! She is not my mother and never was!” I insist almost laughing.
“She hurt you, paid others to hurt you, now you get to hurt her! I’m giving you this gift to rid you of the memories of her. Once you order it done, you can live with the memory of being able to control her fate and the fact that she can never hurt you again! It’s your choice.” This man just raped me in my room that was supposed to be safe. Now he wants to give me control of someone else’s fate. Was it really rape if I didn’t fight or scream? If I let him make me come?
I think about everything Scarlet did to me growing up, then look her dead in the eye.
“Mark can have her as his pet for as long as he wants to keep her, and he can choose when she dies as long as she never makes it out of his torture lair. Or whatever you call your sex dungeon.” I shrug my shoulders and wave them off. “The second I realized she wasn’t my mother was the moment I quit giving a shit about her. Do your worst and have fun with her, many have before you, make sure you are the last she ever has.” I pick up my water and take a drink before I grab my fork and start eating my Cajun pasta. I even moan with the first bite for dramatic effect! Everyone is looking at me like I have grown two heads! I play crazy well, especially when it rewards me with the looks from everyone I am getting now, including Mark!
“What? Were you all expecting a different reaction? Did you all think the pregnancy hormones gave me a heart and I would beg you not to hurt my poor defenseless mommy dearest.” I laugh almost uncontrollably!
“I expected you to have a heart, yes, and even say end her quickly, but the fact you want her tortured… Well, I’m impressed!” Fiona chuckles lifting her wine glass to her pink lips.
“Oh, Mark! don’t let that bitch come either! If you want some tips on torture, apparently, I’m pretty good at it. I’ll even help after I eat. I like to watch. Now, can you take the trash back out from where you got it, she is spoiling my dinner, and yes, I’m starving!” I wink at Douchey Boudreaux as I take another bite. I see Fiona’s eyes light up along with Max’s. MJ just looks at me wide eyed. She may not have gotten through to Sin, but I think he definitely got to her, just like I knew he would. They may be running the board, but I’m changing the game, and they don’t even know it yet.