Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
The door opened behind her. Sway turned her head and found herself staring at the man from Boggs she’d met weeks before—Dawson’s friend, Clay. Her heart beat wildly in her chest and her pulse raced. Trying not to sound frightened, she asked, “What are you doing here?”
She watched as his expression went from one of comfort to one that scared her. Sway tried to look past him into the hallway, but he had the view blocked. She would not let him see she was afraid, even though she was.
“I like how you look tied up.” Sway heard his words as he stepped into the room closer to her. “I think you like it too.”
Clay reached out, tracing the scar on her face with his finger. Sway jerked her face away from his touch, but he grabbed her chin and yanked her head around. “I think it’s funny you don’t remember me from that night.”
Her eyes went wide at hearing his words. A closed door in her mind flew open, and she instantly recognized him. He was the one watching the door. His hair had been longer and he’d had a beard. “You remember me now.” He laughed at her. “You need a real man in your life.”
She couldn’t breathe. “You’re not a real man. You’re a monster.”
“You’ll change your mind when you’re screaming my name, with my taste on your lips as you kneel at my feet. I’m gonna show you how to obey me. You like being punished, sweet, sweet Sway? I’m gonna show you how to be a good little slave.”
Closing her eyes, she turned her head, praying someone would save her. There was no way she could help herself.
“You’re hoping that outlaw will rescue you? What’s his name?”
Clay leaned in closer. When she felt his hot breath on her skin, she thought this was it. He laughed at her then stepped back a step. “If you don’t tell me his name, I’ll beat it out of you.”
She trembled as she watched Clay unbuckle his belt. “Vicious.”
When Clay got right in her face, she spit at him. He was going to hurt her no matter what she did or said, so it might as well be for her fighting.
The slap to her face came so fast, she didn’t have time to try and move away from it. The pain wrenched a soft cry from her lips. When his hand came down a second time, it knocked her head against the wall, causing her to scream as her teeth rattled from the impact. The rage on his face as he pointed a finger at her made Sway want to curl up in a ball. She couldn’t do anything with her hands being tied to the hook.
Sucking in a breath, she dug deep for any amount of inner strength.
She was terrified of what Clay would do to her next. She got the answer when his hands ran up her legs then unfastened her jeans. Sway kicked, trying to keep him off her.
His fist came down on her thigh hard, taking her breath away. She felt her pants being yanked off her and started fighting again. He’d have to knock her out or kill to get her to stop.
Tears fell as her jeans were torn from her body and tossed aside. She cringed at the sensation of his hands on her bare skin. “Your skin feels like satin. I can’t wait to mark you. You’ll wear my brand right here.” He pinched her inner thigh hard enough to bruise, and her whole body shook with fear.
“You should tremble because I’m the animal you never saw coming. I’m going to strip you bare, and when I’m finished with you, you won’t recognize yourself.”
His voice was in her ear as he pressed against her, rubbing his erection into her mound. She wanted to throw up as he gripped her hips and continued pushing against her.
“I’ll make you tremble, bitch, just wait. I’ll make you come.”
Sheer panic gripped her when Clay moved back and ripped her panties off. Wrenching her hands against the bindings, she managed to pull a hand free. Blood ran down her arm as she swung out, and the wild punch connected with his face. She started kicking again as she continued to swing her fist wildly.
In the midst of fighting, the asshole manacled her hand and tackled her, forcing Sway underneath him. He held a hand over her mouth, muffling her screams as he reached between their bodies.
The intrusion of his fingers was painful. Thrashing her head back and forth, she tried to get his hand from her face. “Fight me, bitch. It’s more fun for me.” His voice growled in her ear as he continued violating her with his hand.
Angry tears ran down her face at feeling another man touch her. Her body rebelled against the intrusion, and it felt as if he was tearing her flesh. Closing her eyes tight, she grimaced at the pain and humiliation. Then, it stopped, and she felt him move back. Opening her eyes, she watched in horror as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick out. “No, no, no,” Sway cried out, hoping there was someone who would stop him.
Standing up, Clay stripped off his clothes and stood over Sway, looking at her bruised face. Her makeup smeared from useless tears, he enjoyed the stark panic in her eyes as she looked up at him. Women needed to learn their place, and Sway would learn it. At least for a little while.
Once they were done breaking her, they’d dump her near a Scorpions known hangout and make a phone call to the Royal Bastards that she’d been seen there. And the war Dawson had been wanting between the two groups would start. Then, they could take over the area and no one would stop them .
Keeping his eyes on Sway, Clay grabbed the knife from his jeans and stepped back to the mattress. Standing over her, he stroked his cock. “You’re gonna scream, then you’re gonna fucking come for me, bitch. If you don’t come for me, I’ll cut your fucking nipple off your tit.” He flipped the blade open, making sure she saw it.
Sway stared at the knife. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. He kicked her legs apart, but still, she was frozen, staring at the long blade. He crawled between her thighs, then the knife was plunged into the mattress near her waist.
His hands shoving her thighs wider snapped Sway out of her fear.
Struggling to keep her in control, Clay attempted to fuck her. He hadn’t expected the bitch to be a fighter. She bucked, attempting to keep him from fucking her, and he could tell by the way she fought him that the sounds of him cursing laced with laughter as they fought angered her more.
Using her knees, she managed to toss him off, and his head slammed into the wall. She waited for him to come back swinging, but he didn’t. He lay motionless, slumped like a rag doll.
Yanking hard on the bindings, she felt it give way, allowing her other hand to be free. In a moment of pure adrenaline, she exploded, letting all of her fear and anger propel her to run.
Running through the open door into the hall, Sway looked back once and saw Clay still unmoving. Grabbing the doorknob, she quietly closed it, hoping to hide her escape. Looking up and down the hall, she didn’t know which way to go. Heading toward the darkest end of the hall, she passed room after room that looked like sex rooms.
As she made the corner, she saw a neon sign lit up on a far wall that read ‘Funhouse’. Stunned by the realization she was where her brother probably died, she froze. Suddenly, Sway screamed as large hands grabbed her from behind. “Where are you running to, Sway?”
Closing her eyes, she recognized Dawson’s voice. “Lottie wouldn’t like you not playing nice,” he said. Before she could speak, a hand came across her face holding a cloth. Everything went fuzzy as she struggled to breathe.
“Take this bitch to the playroom” was the last thing she heard before succumbing to the darkness.