Chapter 2
Gabriella
Now
“Nico, stop,” I breathed, knowing it wasn’t going to do a damn thing. Nothing I ever did or said was enough to stop him.
Not when he had torture on his mind, and a victim beneath him.
Proving my point, he simply laughed at me whilst thrusting into the poor girl once more. She let out a whimper of pain, her head rolling from side to side, and he grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him with a feral snarl.
As soon as the tears spilled from her eyes, he released a loud groan, lowering his face and licking them off her cheeks.
“Please,” she begged, but it was no use. He would never stop. He wasn’t capable of being anything other than a monster.
“Please what, pretty girl?” he grunted, picking up his movements, thrusting into her harder and faster. Her cries grew louder—as did his grunts of pleasure when he looked down at their joined bodies and saw her virgin blood covering his dick.
Sick bastard.
“Cry for me, baby girl. Show me how pretty you are with tears on your face,” he gasped, reaching between their bodies to play with her clit.
The girl bucked beneath him, and my heart shattered for her.
I knew what he was doing. I had been in her position.
My body had betrayed me, just as hers was doing.
The mind can scream no, to realise it’s wrong, to know we shouldn’t be having that reaction to our rapists…
but push the right buttons, and the body will play along—whether we like it or not.
Knowing better than to take my eyes off them, I watched as he squeezed her clit and gently rolled it between his fingers, the delicate action a complete contrast to the violating act.
She moaned and cried, hating herself, just as I had hated myself.
“Fuck,” Nico breathed. “That’s it, baby. Tighten that pussy for Daddy. You want to cum on my cock, don’t you? You want this, I fucking know you do.” His movements picked up, slamming into her harder.
“No,” she sobbed, despite her nipples hardening and the sounds of her wet pussy filling the air.
“You don’t need to be shy,” he chuckled down at her, licking her face once more. “Cum for me, princess. Cum on Daddy’s cock.”
Closing her eyes tight, she tried to block out what Nico was doing to her, but it didn’t work. His fingers continued playing with her clit, his cock thrusting into her, and it wasn’t long until her back was arching, the moans spilling from her lips.
Her orgasm was the exact reward Nico was seeking.
Her body had betrayed her, and as far as he was concerned, that meant she wanted it.
His movements became frenzied after that, violating her with a speed I knew was intended to cause nothing but pain. The sound of his body slapping against hers filled my ears, over and over, until it was replaced with his victory roar as he came inside her.
“What do you think, Gabby?” he asked, climbing off her body and slapping her tits as he did so. “Do you think she’s broken in good enough yet?”
“Yes, Nico,” I agreed, making sure there was no emotion in my voice. The last time he asked me this, I was on the verge of tears. The guilt I felt had prevented me from masking my emotions, and he knew it instantly. He had called me a sick, sadistic liar. And then he brought out the toys.
The woman hadn’t lived to see the end of the night, and I had been forced to watch each and every painful minute of her demise and his sexual satisfaction.
He was a twisted fucker. More than twisted.
But that wasn’t new. Nico had always been a monster.
One who had once been the lead suspect in the rape and murder of his own sister.
When faced with his crimes, he had challenged his own father to a fight to the death—becoming president in waiting upon his victory.
The second my father and brother lost their lives to the Devil’s Disciples, he claimed his place as head of the Rough Riders and wasted not a single second claiming me as his own.
And now this was my reality, and these events were becoming more and more frequent.
He would bring a virgin to me and force me to watch as he “broke her in” for the rest of the men here. The lucky ones made it and joined the others as certified club whores.
The unlucky ones were brutalised, tormented, and raped until their young bodies couldn’t take it anymore.
How sad that you were considered lucky if you passed the rape initiation. But that’s just the way things worked here.
I had once believed this would be me. That I would pass my initiation and become another club bunny.
Instead, my reality was much worse. I was their leader, their trafficker, and Nico’s own personal toy.
I was broken, inside and out. And Nico had made it my job to break others in return.
The girl on the bed cried out, looking my way. I refused to make eye contact with her. She would hate me for it. Just like all the others. But any help from me would make this worse for her.
“Please,” she whispered, twisting her head to look my way, her eyes pleading with me. I could feel them on me, drilling into me, imploring me to notice her, to see what she was enduring.
She sounded so broken. So fucking ruined. My heart ached for her, but I had to be cruel to be kind. Visions of the woman before her flashed behind my eyes, reminding me of the consequences of my intervention.
She screamed while she begged for mercy.
Drip, drip, drip, her blood spilled from the bed.
The knife as Nico plunged it into her stomach, over and over.
The frenzied, almost manic way he cackled as he forced his bloody fingers into her mouth, choking her.
The anguished howls as his knife was shoved between her legs, Nico’s menacing voice when he told her whores shouldn’t feel pleasure, the slicing through her flesh as he…
Stop!
I internally screamed, shoving that memory into the farthest, darkest corner of my mind.
I straightened my spine and hardened my gaze.
I would talk her through this when all was said and done. I would comfort her, help her wash off the stench, the blood, and dress all her wounds. But for now, she needed to know I would not—could not—be her saviour.
Laughing down at her, Nico grabbed her jaw and forced her gaze up to his. “You’re pleading to the wrong woman. Gabby here is my old lady. She’s not going to offer you any help… will you, darling?”
I didn’t answer.
“See?” he laughed, licking up the side of her face before slipping his tongue between her lips when she gasped. I closed my eyes and then snapped them open again when I heard her scream.
He bit down on her tongue, blood spurting from her lips and down her cheeks. His teeth released her with a sickening squelch, and he disappeared into the connecting bathroom, leaving me alone with his victim.
“Why won’t you help me?” she whispered. “Why won’t you do something, stop him?”
I fucking couldn’t.
I was under my own test. There was a reason Nico hadn’t restrained me like he usually did when he brought his playthings in here. I was usually bound to the bedpost and forced to watch. This time, I was free.
“Free.”
That word was a joke.
Nothing was ever free. Not in this world. Every action had a reaction.
If I moved a muscle, I knew what the consequences would be.
For both me and her. I had paid the price far too often.
As bad as things were for her now, I was saving her from something far worse.
But she couldn’t see that, and I couldn’t say I blamed her.
The bigger picture was hardly her priority right now.
And after tonight, if she survived, she would no longer look to me for help.
She would just become another name on the long list of women—the ever-growing list of women—who hated me for loving a monster.
If only they knew…
“If you help me, we can both leave this place,” she sobbed, pulling at her restraints.
“Please stop,” I whispered, my lips barely moving.
“We can both escape. We can go to the police and—”
“What did I fucking tell you about talking to her?” Nico snapped suddenly, making us both jump. My eyes flicked to the bathroom, and my stomach immediately dropped when I saw that not only was he still naked, but his cock was also already thickening once more.
“You will learn to fucking listen to me,” he hissed, marching across the room and grabbing hold of the woman’s legs. Before any of us had time to react, he was pushing her knees up to her chin, raising her ass high in the air.
He held her legs together with one hand, gripping her ankles tight. Spitting on his other hand, he gripped his cock and lined up with the entrance to her ass.
“No!” she screamed, flailing wildly beneath him, desperate to get out of his control.
With one well-timed arch of her hips, she managed to free one of his legs, kicking him in the nose with the heel of her foot.
The crack of his nose had him laughing, clicking his fingers to signal his vice president.
He came over without a word, standing at the girl’s head, grabbing her knees and pulling them even tighter up her body.
Wrapping his arms around her, he kept her locked in place just as Nico thrust inside her ass in one swift movement.
Not even her screams could drown out his noises of pleasure. She was giving him exactly what his monstrous heart desired.
She grew pale, murmuring to herself as she tried to distance herself from the violation happening to her body. I could see more blood. There was a patch pooling on the bedsheets, growing bigger and wider with every thrust.
He’d torn her open. Just as he had with so many before her. He took great delight in doing that. As though it were an achievement that his dick could cause such horror. As though it made him more of a fucking man.
She looked my way again, her eyes wide, imploring me to notice.
I couldn’t take it any longer. Her wails, her cries… it was too much.
I brought my finger to my lips and hushed her. I mouthed that it would be okay.
I was playing with fire, and I knew it. I wasn’t supposed to get involved. But how could anyone sit here and watch this without feeling something?
She locked eyes with me, and even though my heart was pounding and I was terrified we were going to get caught, I closed my eyes and then opened them, pointing at her to let her know that’s what I wanted her to do.
Close your eyes and imagine you’re anywhere but here. Float far, far away. He’s violating your body but protect your spirit and distance yourself from this vile act.
It didn’t work.
Her eyes grew angry, and her body tensed.
Nico immediately sensed the shift, looking down at her as she threw daggers at me.
“Don’t be mad at her,” he laughed, and my stomach bottomed out. I knew that laugh, and it didn’t signify that he found anything funny. “I told you she wouldn’t help you.”
He nodded at his vice, and he released her legs.
Not a split second later, Nico was laying his body on top of hers until they were chest to chest, nose to nose.
Putting his weight on his elbows, he cradled her face, brushing the hair away from her sweaty forehead, his tone growing softer as he spoke to her.
“Gabby is just doing what she’s told. Which is something you should have done, too. Didn’t I tell you not to look at her?”
“I won’t. I won’t do it again, I promise.”
“Oh, sweetheart. I want to believe you. You can be trusted, can’t you?”
She nodded frantically.
“And yet why do I think you’re fucking lying?” he asked, his voice hardening. Before she could register what was happening, he moved his face, resting his mouth over her eye socket. He turned his head briefly to give me a wink before he pursed his lips and sucked.
I turned away then. I couldn’t watch.
Her screams were deafening. I could hear her thrashing about on the bed, but with his weight on top of her, there was nothing she could do.
Animalistic wails ripped from her throat as Nico sucked at the socket. I could hear the fleshy slops as piece by piece, her eye was sucked into Nico’s mouth.
The wet sounds were thankfully drowned out by the sickening giggles between his hollowed cheeks and pursed lips, as well as her screaming.
And then, I heard a rip and an anguished, guttural scream as the eye was sucked from the socket and he severed it with his teeth.
There was a spit, followed by a plopping noise, and I knew if I opened my eyes, I would see hers on the floor looking at me.
“Ahh, fuck, baby,” Nico moaned. “I was going to let you keep the other, but the way your ass is tightening around my cock when you’re in pain…” he sucked air in through his teeth and released with a shaky breath. “I’ve gotta feel that again.”
The screams picked back up as Nico moved his mouth to her other eye.
It wouldn’t be long before he came for me.
Every time he broke in one of the girls, he would fuck me afterwards.
If he could make me bleed whilst doing so, then he considered it a successful day.
So, I took my own advice and protected my own spirit.
I squeezed my eyes shut and floated far, far away. Back to the days when I had it all.
Back to the day I met a blonde-haired terror, who changed the course of my life.