Chapter 6 #2
I return his laugh in spite of myself, because it’s the truth; neither of us are going anywhere. Not until we die first, or Lowell decides we can, and considering I’m not a gambling type of gal, I know better than to hold my breath for the latter.
I sigh and begin to open my eyes deciding that the worse of the two torments I’m facing right now is plunging myself back into voluntary darkness.
The first thing I see is the marks on his bare chest. They’re angry; vicious, almost like he’s been clawed, and it’s enough to make me weak in the knees. Not the way he probably would have hoped, but in the manner that I know is befitting of the situation we’ve found ourselves in.
“Look up at my face first; it’ll be easier that way,” Stone says softly.
I can see that he’s breathing a little harder as I do what I’m commanded and let my eyes trail up to his neck. That’s the source of the chain; a thick collar sits around the flesh of his throat and it holds him in the place where Lowell has set him to rot and die.
The left side of his face is majestic and strong, but now that I can see him completely, I can’t help but take a step back in fear.
“I told you; he likes to mutilate beautiful things,” Stone reminds me with a soft chuckle
and a shrug.
The right side of his face—it looks like he’s the victim of an unwanted acid bath. His skin is shriveled, and his eye isn’t as blue as the other, it almost looks white. He watches my face carefully with his dead eye and smiles slightly.
“I wish I could say that’s the worst of it,” he begins quietly, “but I need you to look at my hands now—and when you’re ready, I’ll move them away.”
In this moment, I can say that I finally understand the power of subliminal messages.
He’s hiding something behind his hands, something more horrendous than his face, and it’s causing me to wring mine viciously.
I have to make myself stop because I’m twisting my hands so violently, that I’ll break the bones if I don’t stop soon.
But I know that what he’s protecting so valiantly right now is meant to shock me and potentially scare me out of a hell of a lot of money.
I won’t give in as easily as Lowell wants me to—not with my simple dreams sitting so close at hand.
I need this money and I’ll do whatever I
have to do in order to get it.
I use the back of my hand to wipe away the perspiration from my mouth and nod. “I’m ready.”
He hesitates for a moment, and I can sense his embarrassment before he slowly begins to move his hands away. My eyes aren’t focused, so it doesn’t dawn on me right away what he’s been hiding until he takes a step closer to me.
The light illuminates his body almost completely now and I take a deep breath, biting down my tongue, careful not to react in a boorish way.
“This is why he calls me an animal,” Stone says quietly as he crosses his arms tightly over his chest, “and why he treats me like one.”
“Does it… does it hurt?” I finally ask in a hushed tone.
“Not anymore.”
I nod and turn my face away as Stone steps back into the darkness.
He makes his way back toward the window and fixes the makeshift curtain back into place.
The small hope of escape, the slight glimmer of light we had, is gone now as his chains rattle again and he lowers his body in a huff back to the ground.
“So, if you’d rather lie to him now, I understand,” he says with an amused laugh.
I close my eyes tightly praying for the void to swallow me whole, but I can still see it. It’s clearer to me now that I’m trying to shake it from my mind, and I can’t help but feel some pity for the man being held prisoner.
His dick—or what used to be his dick—has been viciously disfigured.
Most of it is skinned and the very end has been shaped into something reminiscent of a wild beast. It’s not smooth and shaped as a man’s should be, instead it’s raw, with a crescent shaped tip, and I’d be surprised if it still worked.
“You’re afraid of me now, aren’t you?” he asks quietly.
“No,” I reply truthfully. “I’m afraid of Lowell.”
“Smart girl,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I wasn’t when he brought me here, and this is my reward.
I fought back—tried to win my freedom, but the master of the house doesn’t like that.
He’ll change you; shape your body into what he feels your inside looks like, and just when you think he’s done with you, the worst is yet to come, my dear Cessi. ”
How could it possibly get worse than this? The instant the thought forms in my head, I regret it. I’m still in one piece and Stone is damn near hacked to pieces and reformed into something that I can’t quite understand.
“You know, there was a time when I used to think that the worst feeling in the world was being used, but it’s not. It’s being wanted—really wanted—by a madman,” he says thoughtfully.
“Used?” I repeat in a shaky tone. I open my eyes again only to find nothing but the dark and resign myself to the fact that until Lowell feels that we’re worthy of seeing the light of day again, I’ll have to make the best of the unknown.
“Mhm.”
“What do you mean by used, Stone?” I ask quietly. I know exactly what he means, but if this is why I’m really here, I want to hear the words
come from his lips.
“What did you do with your life, Cessi?” he asks, the chains scraping slightly as I assume he’s attempting to get comfortable.
“I… uh… I did—I mean do things. For money,” I respond meekly.
“Me too. That’s how he found me and the one that was here before me. Lowell has something against what we do for a living, but I was never a whore, you know?”
The way he says the word, with such disdain for what another chooses to do with their life, makes me feel even more worthless than I do trapped in Lowell’s personal Hell.
“Yes, I got paid for the pleasure of my company, but it very rarely ever ended in sex. I would only ever do it when I could tell that the person I was with was really lonely. And even then, I felt dirty for giving in just because I felt bad for them.” Stone lets out an amused laugh.
“I will tell you though, that I’ve learned my lesson this time and I’ll never fuck someone out of pity again. ”
“Did you and Lowell… um.” I’m wringing my hands again unable to say the word ‘fuck’ for some reason, to which Stone chuckles.
“Yes. We did. Just one time, though. I don’t discriminate, you know?
A hole is a hole, and I’ll fuck anyone once, but after we were done, he got really quiet and kinda scary.
Anyway, that’s a story for another day that I’ll hold on to, because I firmly believe that if we work together, we’ll be able to walk out of here. ”
Stone clears his throat. “I hope that doesn’t deter you. If you still want to, I mean.”
I raise an eyebrow at the form sitting before me, firmly planted on the ground, and wonder what he thinks of me that I’d not want to fuck him only because he’s had sex with another man.
“I’m not shallow, but I’m not exactly in the mood for this right now,” I snap at him. I bite my lip and let out a sigh. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m just scared.”
“It’s okay. That goes away eventually too,” he replies with a knowing chuckle. “Anyway, we should probably either pretend we’ve fucked or get to it because he’ll be back soon to check on
us, if he’s not already here.”
“What?” I ask, turning my head. And he is here. I can see his form sitting on the edge of the stairs again, watching us silently, but for how long? Does he know that we want our freedom? Does he know that we’re willing to bond together to get out of this place?
“I dropped the fork,” Lowell says quietly.
I clear my throat and move away from Stone on all fours, my hands blindly swiping at the dirty ground, attempting to find the fork. Maybe if I help him with something as menial as this, he’ll see that I’m not a bad person regardless of what I’ve chosen to do with my life.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says sharply. I rear back onto the heels of my boots and bite my lip. He sounds angry which means he’s more than likely heard most, if not all, of our clumsy planning.
The wooden stair creaks under Lowell’s weight as he moves away from it and I silently curse myself for not having noticed it when he came back down. Stone’s chains rub quietly together, and I can already tell that he’s going to be of no help to me if I make a move against our master.
Lowell’s footsteps are quick and dull on the floor as he walks past me and illuminates the room with the moonlight that Stone had provided for us only a few moments before.
I turn toward him and notice he’s watching my face carefully.
I steal a glance at Stone who’s got one leg folded underneath him and his arms crossed over his chest, eyeing Lowell dangerously, a slight snarl on his lips.
It’s the animal that he’s meant to be—I can see it now, how quickly he changes his disposition in the presence of this dangerous man and how he plays up what he’s been molded into.
“Earn your money, whore,” Lowell says, nodding his head toward Stone. His eyes haven’t left me, and I know that his words, as demeaning as they now seem, are meant to be taken seriously.
A single tear rolls down my cheek, because even with these two men in the room with me, I’ve never felt so alone before.
Lowering my head slightly, I wipe the tear away before I turn my eyes toward Stone. He’s still sneering, but it’s no longer aimed toward Lowell, and I can see the contempt he has for me because I’ve shown fear in a moment of weakness.
Lowell reaches down and grabs me roughly by the arm and begins to drag me toward Stone, tossing me into him when we’re close enough, then walking back to the stairs to get comfortable.
He’s here for the show and we’re the players in a wicked game that we foolishly volunteered for. We fell for the ruse, and now we must do as we’re told for his pleasure.
No. For the money I was so sure that I desperately needed.
Stone’s strong hands gently grip my arms as he attempts to steady me on my knees. I can feel the warmth of his breath so close to my cheek as he leans down and whispers to me that he’ll be quick. That I shouldn’t worry or be afraid because he doesn’t want to hurt me, and he’ll do his best not to.
“Ready?” he asks softly, as he pushes my hair away from my face. I look up into his beautiful, damaged face and nod.
Stone shifts his weight as he gets to his knees and gently lowers me onto my back. He lets his hands softly run down my body, exploring as much as he can but not for our pleasure. It’s for the eyes of the bastard watching ever so carefully and waiting for his proverbial monkeys to start dancing.
Stone places his lips gently on my neck and my body begins to react almost immediately. I can feel my cunt becoming swollen and damp, ready for him to do what he must to see us through this night.
His hand slides gently between my legs, prying my thighs apart, as he kisses my neck again.
It’s almost as if he cares about me and I have to be careful not to get lost in another lie.
He moves his body on top of mine, lowering the weight of himself on top of me, as he brings his lips to mine and kisses me with a ferocious hunger.
I don’t know how to tell them that I charge extra for kissing, but somehow I don’t feel that this is the time for that, and instead I reach for his head and grip his hair tightly in my hands.
I pull him away for a moment—I want to see the want in his eyes, the need, before I decide I’ll go through this.
Even now, I want to feel like I’m wanted, or I’ll shut down and he’ll be fucking a damn near corpse in my place.
He’s breathing heavily now, and behind us somewhere, I can hear the sound of Lowell unzipping his pants. I close my eyes tightly before I open them again and pull his face down to mine. If Stone is playing this as a charade, he’s doing enough of a damn good job that Lowell is buying it.
I’ll have to dance to keep us alive.
“It’s okay. Fuck me,” I whisper into his mouth.
And that’s all it takes. A simple reassurance that everything will be okay and that the sun will rise tomorrow for him to slide his disfigured cock inside of me.
Stones pushes deep inside of me and my warm, wet cunt hugs his cock tightly as he begins to fuck me passionately.
A loud moan escapes from my lips as I dig my fingers into his scarred back.
He reaches a hand up and tears away the fabric of my shirt, exposing my breasts, beginning to suckle as he continues to fuck me.
Lowell’s breathing has changed. It’s catching in his throat as he rubs his cock, his eyes ever on us.
Watching as Stone has his way with me. In one moment, I’m on my back, eyes closed and lost in the rapture of the man on top of me, in the next I’m on my hands and knees as he grips my hips and enters me from behind.
“Holy shit,” he breathes in a thick voice as my tits bounce back and forth to the vicious rhythm that Stone has set for us. Our master gets to his feet and walks quickly toward us. I can hear Stone grunt for a moment as he’s jerked back and then the sounds of his slick tongue on Lowell’s dick.
He gags him at first and Stone almost loses his grip on me, but he begins to push into my hole again once he’s been properly introduced to the devious serenade.
I can feel my release coming and my fingers begin to dig into the ground, grasping nothing more than dirt and air as Stone quickens his pace.
“Fuck.”
Lowell breathes out shakily and drops down to one knee. He’s finished and it’s up to us now to bring the encore to an end. But as I see his heaving body shaking next to my hands, I begin to lose sight of what my body wants.
Stone must sense it because he reaches forward, pulls my hair back, arching me toward him, and presses his sloppy, cum soaked lips against mine. I let myself savor the last few moments of Stone fucking me, the taste of Lowell on my mouth, as he slams into me one last time, filling me with his cum.
When he lets go of my hair, I fall forward onto my hands again and attempt to catch my breath. Nothing about what I’ve just done is worth any amount of money, but it is worth my life.
Stone gently pulls himself out of me and gives me a gentle shove away as his chains slide on the floor. He’s receding back into his dark corner now, hoping that we’ve pleased our captor, and I can’t help but find myself wishing he wasn’t so eager to get rid of me.
Lowell lets out a chuckle as he finally gets to his feet and zips his pants back up. I stay where I am, cum dripping out of my exposed hole, still on all fours waiting for his next command.
But there is none.
Instead, he fixes the rag back over the window and leaves us in the darkness; his boots echoing on their way back up the stairs and the door slamming on the first night in Hell.