Chapter Twenty
C rying and begging, don't get them to stop the machine from pumping in and out of me. All the men do is look at me and smirk. They refuse to move from the wall. I'm grateful. It means they aren't touching me. I've tried ignoring my body and focusing on the ceiling. It hasn't worked. Unfortunately, I can feel the orgasm about to explode.
This is why I'm crying. It's not the machine. No, it's the utter helplessness I feel and not being able to control my own body. These sick men are forcing me to feel things I shouldn’t be feeling. What's worse is they’ve sold me. If what I heard is right, someone paid millions of dollars for me. I can only imagine what’s in store for me next.
The man named Alejandro allowed me to eat and drink once the auction was over. He said someone bought me, so I can have a reward.
"Turn the machine higher. She should be in a constant state of orgasmic pleasure. Not this crying, whiney mess."
Alejandro's voice makes me stop struggling against the chains. If he catches me struggling, he will have someone whip me again. He comes over to me and takes my hair in his fist. As he looks into my swollen blurry eyes, I close them. His anger scares me. He slaps me and I tremble. The slap isn't hard enough to hurt, but it gets my attention.
"You're lucky I'm not letting my men have you.” His chuckle doesn’t hold any mirth in it. It sounds sinister and forced. Gulping, I look at the man, trying to remain as calm as possible. “You’ve been bought and paid for.”
He motions to someone and he smirks. “The cameras are off now, so I think we will have a little fun with you.”
“The buyers instructions were to not touch you, but this doesn’t hurt now, does it baby?” His free hand runs down my face. "Tis a shame. You are such a treat." As Alejandro wraps his hand tighter into my hair, I feel the machine going faster. Please, God, I beg you, don't let me have an orgasm. Please.
"The only joy I will get from this whole thing is that Vincent will never see you again… and watching you come against your will," he amends with a chuckle, and the machine is turned up once more. "Come on, give me that sweet, juicy orgasm."
I want to gag. To throw up all over him, but he's got his free hand over my mouth and he's bent over so he can whisper in my ear.
"Just remember, the second you come, your orgasm is mine ."
Thinking about how disgusting he is, I'm able to keep the orgasm from happening immediately. It angers Alejandro and the machine goes faster. It's painful now. To the point where I'm screaming behind Alejandro's hand clamped over my mouth. My mind is shutting down along with my heart, but my body is buzzing. I lose my battle and feel the pleasure pop inside of me.
It's so strong, I can finally hear my screams. Even if they are airy and squeaky, they don't stop as the machine continues to take me through the entire orgasm, prolonging it.
"Bring the wand over," Alejandro demands, and I close my eyes as hot tears of shame run down my face. How could I have found pleasure in front of these disgusting men?
He places the white tube-like thing on my private area and I jerk. This man is doing things to me I don't understand, and don't want to. My nightmares are going to be haunted by him. I feel sick as I think about how the build-up is happening again. Alejandro makes me feel these things that I'm trying so hard to fight, but the vibrations keep me from ignoring everything.
Another orgasm hits me and I writhe on the table as the machine slows down to a speed I'm able to handle. As laughter fills the room, I sob. The feeling that I've betrayed Vincent hits me hard. Alejandro grips my chin and shakes my head.
"Bitch, you should be thanking me. I could let everyone here in this room take a go at you. Goddamn it. Instead, I'm letting you get off."
Does he think I'd thank him? He's delusional.
"Since Aribella can't seem to enjoy the fun, men, show her the pain."
What? What does that mean? Alejandro releases his hold on my hair and walks away from me. The men in the room come forward. They take turns hitting me all over with what I believe is a riding crop. They place a dirty rag over my eyes so I can no longer see or anticipate the next strike.
It's for the best. The floaters are everywhere, and my panic is overriding everything else around me—even my pain.
"I've got her," the far-off voice says as I move in and out of consciousness. The pressure in my body from the machine is gone. However, I can feel the way my body is bumping around. Am I in a car? It doesn't feel like it. My head swims and I groan softly, keeping my eyes closed because I'm so dizzy.
"Aribella," the rough voice makes me jerk my eyes open. Blinking, I blink at a man that looks vicious. My dang floaters blur everything, but I move quickly away from him.
I get no where. I’m tied down. Crying out, my voice is back to being barely there. It causes me to cough and my throat burns.
"Shh. It's alright. We aren't going to hurt you." Another man comes into view next to the man sitting across from me smiles gently.
"Yeah right," I smart off, but my voice is barely a rasp and my eyes go wide. Oh God, great job Aribella. Afraid more pain is going to come my way, I make myself as small as possible.
The man that's across from me shows me a bottle of water with a straw in it. "Drink slowly," he says, and I see the brownest eyes I've ever seen, looking at me with concern. "You need to save your strength. There's nothing in the water. Drink."
He sounds like he genuinely cares, but I don't trust anyone right now. They could be tricking me and giving me some kind of poisoned water.
"You are in terrible shape," the first man says as he takes the straw and places it on my lips and his smile hasn't left his face. The smile on his face is disarming, to say the least. I notice a baseball bat in his lap and he looks down. "Ah, this is my weapon. Not for you, but in case there was trouble."
Although I don’t recognize these men as Vincent’s, they reek of power. A power that seems chaotic and scary.
"I'm Ayres and the guy in the suit is Hypnos."
I find myself attempting a laugh. With what little voice I have, I ask, "Like the Greek gods?" Sipping the water, it feels devine against my dry throat.
Hypnos sits down and laughs. "Yes. Exactly like the Greek gods. By the way, we are taking you to Vincent." He releases my arms from the retraints. “We put these on just in case you moved and feel from the bench. You are safe now.”
At the mention of Vincent, I perk up a little and try to sit up all the way. I get dizzy and end up dropping back down to the pillow I was laying on.. Holding my head, I lean against the window. I'm going to be sick.
"Please don't move. We had to extract you in a hurry and I'm not sure you are aware of this, but the men were cutting you," Hypnos says and Ayres sighs.
"Sorry," I choke out, and both men look at me. Trying to curl into myself isn't an easy task, but I'm able to get into a position where I'm not so dizzy.
"No need to be sorry. You are safe and as soon as we land this plane, we're going straight to the hospital. Vincent will be there." Ayres says and I close my eyes.
Will Vincent forgive me? Do I want him to?
The silence makes me sleepy, and I yawn. How can I trust them? What if this is a setup? So many questions. I feel a blanket come over me and Hypnos tells me to rest. Getting comfortable, I have no choice but to trust they won't hurt me. It's probably stupid, but as the cool air comes on, I pass out from pure exhaustion.
When I open my eyes again, I see the bright lights and whimper. A beeping sound makes me look around, and I notice the monitor. I'm in a hospital. The smell of alcohol is prominent and I feel the cool liquid in my arm. Tracing the line from my arm, I see the IV bags. They didn't lie to me.
"Hi there," A cheerful female voice says. "I'm your nurse, Carly. Can you see me?"
I turn my head to the right and whimper as I remember the collar. Worry nags at me at the thought of the needles puncturing my skin.
"Everything that was on you is gone. That nasty collar has been off for a few hours now. You are safe." She's calm and looks nice, but so did Marie, and she turned out to be an enemy.
"Mr. Domingo stepped out to get some food. He'll be right back."
Slowly, I move my hand to my neck. I feel for the collar even though she told me it’s gone. My neck has a bandage on it and I take a deep breath. Alright, she didn't lie to me.
I try to talk, but I'm reminded why that's a bad idea when the burn makes me cry.
"Don't try to speak. Your throat has been chemically burned." She comes a little closer to me and I will myself not to flinch. "It will get better with time." Carly's smile is nice. She seems like a good person.
"You may know, Mr. Mossimo." I nod and she chuckles softly. "He's next door to you. Your visitors went over to his room when they heard a loud bang, but don’t worry your room is secure." Carly pats my hand.
"Mr. Domingo has been crazy mad, but when they brought you in, we all thought we might have to sedate him. If it weren't for his brothers and friends, we might have had a third patient," she chuckles, and my mind conjures up an image of Vincent.
Once Carly is done checking my vitals, she holds a cup of water with a straw in it for me. "You've got to drink, Aribella. Your throat needs water to heal."
As I drink, the door opens, and a man walks in. He's tall and walks like Vincent. But I don't know him and my heart rate spikes. "Hey, it's alright. This is Kronos Powers. The woman behind him is Charlotte, his wife. They have been watching over you."
"I promise I'm not here to hurt you." He keeps his hands up as a short woman comes in behind him. She smiles and comes over to me.
"You're awake. Good. It was a bit touch and go there," she chatters away, but my eyes stay on the man. Everyone keeps promising me they won't hurt me, but how can I possibly believe that?
"Charlotte, honey, you need to back away. Aribella is scared and looking at me like she may try to bolt," Kronos says, and Charlotte looks between us.
"Oh, well, we know Vincent said she was feisty." Her giggle makes my tense body relax a little. And as I watch her go over to him, I notice how gentle he is when he helps her into his lap.
"Wait..." I cough and Carly gives me some more water. "Kronos. Greek god."
He laughs. "You met my step-brothers, Ayres and Hypnos. They extracted you."
My body relaxes, and I sigh. Carly checks something on my IV and smiles at me. "Rest, Aribella. These two are going to be here with you. Everything will be fine now."
When she leaves, Charlotte talks to me and tells me all about the three step-brothers and her babies. I come to realize that she's married to all of them. She's lucky to have three men that want her. It makes me yearn for Vincent. It's a hope of mine that I get to see him soon.
A combination of yelling and loud bangs causes me to jump. Kronos stands up and looks at Charlotte. "You stay here with her. Don't let anyone in this room unless it's me, Ayres, Hypnos, or Vincent."
Charlotte hugs Kronos and he takes off as she locks the door. Oh God, has Alejandro found me?