4. Pleasure & Pain #2
“Balls deep…” Caleb added, biting his lip.
Deja’s stomach dropped as her head became hazy. Sharply exhaling, she shook her head. “I just wanna get out of this elevator.”
Caleb chuckled, amused. “...we’ll give you a head start…” he said, stepping to the side.
Deja looked at him incredulously. They couldn’t be serious. But then Jax kissed her neck and whispered.
“Run.”
Her heart beat so painfully fast in her chest, it was the only thing she could hear.
Keith let Avery leave the house. He let her. It was so sadistic. Giving her false hope that she was free. That he would let her live. When he was just… playing with her. Like some cruel game of cat and mouse.
But she had to survive. She couldn’t let him catch her to be dissected like a human experiment by his psychopathic brother.
Avery fell into the bushes the moment she heard Keith’s ominous whistle. She couldn’t see him… but she could hear him.
Getting closer.
“I just want you to know, this isn’t personal. You just happened to be at the right place at the wrong time,” Keith shrugged. Avery tried to find him, but it was like his voice was everywhere at once. Looking around, she spotted the street. If she could just reach the sidewalk…
“Though if you want my opinion… you should have pledged to a sorority or some shit because- My god, woman! Could you breathe any fucking louder-”
Avery screamed, startled as Keith abruptly popped up behind her, jamming his machete into her leg. She screamed in shock and terror as blood spurted from her thigh. She tried crawling toward the street where she could see cars.
Tilting his head, Keith watched her crawl. “P-please! I d-don’t wanna die,” she begged him while crying hysterically.
“To be a Reaper… is to embrace death,” Keith said, stalking her. Avery had just reached the sidewalk before she screamed as the machete embedded deeper into her thigh. “And you owe me a leg,” Keith reminded her.
Avery screamed as the machete severed her leg in half. Crouching down, Keith picked her up and tossed her body over his shoulder. “Please let me go!” she screamed, clawing at the back of his shirt.
But the masked killer merely whistled as he carried her away, further from her dismembered, bloody leg lying in the grass.
Deja hid against the corner wall. She still couldn’t believe they had her on the run like this. A part of her felt she could just ignore them and their silly games, head back to her suite with Chloe, and go straight to bed.
The other part of her knew they wouldn’t let her go so easily. That they’d be waiting for her. And she throbbed at the thought. The thought of being claimed by two men who had channeled all of their hatred for each other to desecrating her body in the most salacious way.
“Fuck Deja, baby… Your scent is killing me…”
Deja furrowed her brows. What the hell was up with Jax and his new overpowered sense of smell? She heard him down the hallway, so she knew to go the other way. Looking in both directions, she quickly hurried towards her suite.
It was just a game, yet she still felt on edge. They weren’t going to hurt her, yet they were still stalking her as if she were prey.
Just as she turned the corner, she screamed as she bumped into Caleb. With a tilt of his head, Caleb tsked. “...so close, baby,” he said, crouching down and throwing her over his shoulder.
“Caleb, put me down,” Deja demanded, slapping his back as he carried her. She paused abruptly when she saw Jax approach, twirling his blade between his fingers.
Jax sensually bit his lip as he eyed her. “...are you scared?” he taunted. Deja scoffed unconvincingly, and Jax grinned amusedly. “You should be…” Jax smirked.
Avery wavered in and out of consciousness as the sound of classical music penetrated her ears. It wasn’t until she felt the cold metal table beneath her that fear penetrated her heart. She immediately panicked when a hand held her down.
“Easy there…”
She blinked furiously as she stared up at Keith’s sinister, blood-splattered mask.
“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Keith grinned.
Avery looked around the basement, and her heart dropped.
It looked like a slaughterhouse. Her breathing hitched when she spotted Ian with his sleeves rolled to his elbows and his bloody gloves sewing Gia’s scalp back to her forehead.
“...are you scared?” Avery glanced back at Keith, who wore an unsettling smile. “You should be…” he grinned.
“Is that the last one?” Ian asked.
“Yup,” Keith smiled.
Avery’s breathing escalated at the ominous clacking of Ian’s shoes on the floor as he approached. Though she couldn’t see his face behind his mask. “She’s missing a leg,” Ian said.
“Yup,” Keith said, scrolling through his phone.
“...why?” Ian asked, annoyed.
“Cause she ran. Duh.”
Shaking his head with a sigh, Ian grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her leg to stop the bleeding. Avery cried in pain until he finished. “Deja texted me,” Keith said suddenly. “Asking where we are.”
“Likewise,” Ian noted.
Keith smirked. “My baby girl misses me already.”
“Doubtful,” Ian said casually.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. Daddy will be back soon…” Keith texted. He looked up thoughtfully before adding. “...to eat that ass.”
“Charming,” Ian scoffed sarcastically.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Let me text her like you: I’ll see my beloved when the sun doth rise in the morn and ravish thy glorious bootyhole with my aching tongue until my sweet beloved screameth her praises and relinquishes her feminine juices like a deluge of pleasure into my mouth.”
Millie burst into laughter. “Shut the fuck up, Keith,” Ian snapped as Keith roared with laughter.
Avery tried to slide off the table when Keith quickly grabbed her. “Bad attempt. 2/10,” Keith said, grabbing her wrists.
“P-please let me go,” she begged.
Keith looked down at her. “I doth not.”
Ian sighed as Millie cackled, and Avery panicked as Keith tightened a rope around her wrists.
Caleb’s grip tightened around Deja’s wrists as he pinned her hands above her head to the bed. His tongue teasingly flicked her lips. “Don’t be stubborn, baby…” Caleb groaned.
“She likes being stubborn,” Jax said, pulling her thighs apart. He exhaled breathlessly, inhaling her scent.
“She’s shaking,” Caleb grinned, looking down at her. “...fucking trembling. You want it so badly, don’t you, baby?” Caleb lowered his mouth to her ear, and Deja shivered as he whispered in Gaelic. She had no idea what he was saying, but it sounded erotic and had her soaking the bed.
“She can’t understand you,” Jax hummed, nudging his nose against her labia.
“It’s fine… She already knows what I want to do to her…” Caleb said, nibbling her bottom lip.
“But can she handle it…?” Jax groaned, sucking her thick lips into his mouth.
Deja abruptly gasped, and Caleb’s tongue eagerly found hers.
Her back arched from the bed as her thighs widened.
Her body trembled with pleasure, completely at their mercy.
Her hips instinctively bucked towards Jax’s face, desperate for more.
But Jax pushed her hips back down. Deja growled. “Don’t torture me like this, Jax!”
They both chuckled. “You know what you need to do, Deja…” Jax said, sensually stroking her pussy with his fingers.
Her head fell back against the bed as she looked up at Caleb, who was smirking down at her. Her muscles relaxed in submission. “...please, Daddy…” she said, searching Caleb’s eyes. “...make me cum…”
Caleb’s eyes shifted as his jaw tensed. “...well, fuck…”
Jax was already nose-deep between Deja’s thighs as his tongue angrily fought with her clit. His thumb teased her rosette, playfully slipping in and out. Despite begging… he still tortured her. She wanted to fight him again.
“She’s got fire in her eyes. I think you’re pissing her off,” Caleb grinned.
Jax pulled back and wiped his soaked face. “...good…”
Avery had heard a lot about Ian Donovan, who was known for his surgical kills. Glancing around the basement, she saw that he lived up to his reputation. Her body writhed in panic as he approached the table. “P-please! Please don’t kill me!” she begged.
Rummaging through his tools, Ian hummed. “I don’t plan to. Many of the people in this basement are still alive.” Ian turned around, and she shivered at the dark look in his eyes. “For now…” he added, approaching her. “Who did you kill?”
Avery blinked, confused. “Wh-what?”
“To join The Society. Who did you kill?” Ian asked, casually laying out his tools.
Avery swallowed hard. “M-my… my mother, and b-brother.”
Ian suddenly looked at her. “Did she abuse you?”
Avery’s jaw tensed. “She was a controlling bitch-”
“Did. She. Abuse you?” Ian repeated firmly. “Did she hit you? Hurt you?”
Avery blinked at him. “N-no.”
Ian stared at her silently. “...Interesting.”
“What are you-” she started, but Ian turned up his classical music to drown her out. Her eyes widened as he held the scalpel above her face.
“Close your eyes… or you’ll get blood in them,” he said simply.
“No, please! Wait!-Wait!” she begged before screaming in agony.
Deja screamed in pleasure as her body collapsed against Jax’s chest and her eyes fell with exhaustion. “Open your eyes,” Jax demanded.
Her fingers dug into the meat of Jax’s muscular thighs as she bounced chaotically on his lap. His fingers tenderly caressing the length of her neck were in stark contrast to his fingers teasingly thrumming her swollen clit.
Her body jumped again as his thick erection throbbed inside of her. “That’s my good girl…” Jax hummed into her ear. “You take me so well, baby…”
Deja panted breathlessly as her eyes fell on Caleb rolling a condom onto his veiny dick, dripping with precum. “Look at her. She’s begging for it,” Caleb grinned. “Tha thu ag iarraidh seo, leannan??*”
“Gu dearbh tha i a' dèanamh,?*” Jax smirked as Caleb cackled.
“Wha-what are you guys-” Deja yelped before she could finish from how harshly Jax slapped her pussy. “Jax!”
Wrapping her hair around his hand, Jax pulled her head to the side. “You think he can fuck you better than I can?” he muttered.
“Oh, I know I can…” Caleb smirked.