Chapter Twenty-Seven
Brynne
Do I remember him? Of course I remember who Damon Mayfield is. I could never forget those ice blue eyes of his.
What I don’t understand is why he is here. Why he thinks he has any control over who the fuck I am today. I will forever be grateful for what he did for me when I was a girl, but that was a long time ago. I’m a completely different person now and I’m not afraid to kill him, to kill all of them if they think they can keep me caged up like an animal.
When he thought I didn’t remember him I couldn’t help but notice the hurt on his face. I should feel bad, but I don’t have feelings for people like I used to. I don’t even think I could have empathy for a person unless it was Clara. Who should be calling any minute now. I feel like an idiot for not realizing that Ryker was one of the guys who went to Clara’s house. She said there were only three men so maybe he wasn’t there.
Part of me hopes he wasn’t and I don’t know why. I
liked my sessions with Ryker. I could tell he had secrets, but I knew they weren’t the kind of secrets my other clients harbor. I could tell Ryker was a good guy the moment he opened his mouth. Maybe it's something inside of me that wants to believe that there are still good people out in this fucked up world. Or maybe I’m just as delusional as all these men standing around me.
I can't tell if Ryker has a view of my hands or not. The last time I faked trying to get free I grabbed the knife tucked in my pants. They’re really dense for not patting me down to see if I had other weapons on me. Underestimating me will be their biggest mistake. Ryker moves over next to the tall tattooed man with long gorgeous hair. I use this as my sign to start cutting through these uncomfortable zip ties. Clara’s phone call in a few minutes will distract them from me.
Damon follows my view as I look over at the clock again. Right on cue, my phone starts to ring. I notice the ring is for a FaceTime request, not a phone call. That wasn’t part of our agreement. I hope nothing is wrong on her part. He presses accept and her face must pop up on the screen because she instantly recognizes him.
“You. Where’s Brynne?” she asks nervously. He flips the phone around so she can see me. I smile and wiggle my shoulders.
“I’m a bit tied up at the moment, but maybe if these lovely gentlemen untie me I could talk with you,” I taunt. The man behind the computer smirks.
“Do you need me?” she asks.
I shake my head. “die schafe sind hübsch,” I smirk. Clara shakes her head and laughs. She knows that the only ones in trouble are these men, not me.
“The sheep are pretty?” Ryker says confused. Of course this little asshole knows German. Damon narrows his eyes and drops the phone to the floor and stomps on it without a second guess .
“Sheep you say,” he walks up to my face and grabs my cheeks. I’m still cutting through my other wrist, but it looks like I’m trying to wiggle free. “I can show you what sheep are capable of.” I finally get my other hand free and stab the knife in his thigh. “Fuck,” he yells. I kick my leg forward with all my strength and get one of the legs to break from the chair. I’m about to run when he grabs the back of my hair and yanks me back.
“Where do you think you're going? The fun has just started,” the menacing tone of his voice has me slick between my legs. The man with the long hair watches every move Damon makes. His eyes light up when Damon pulls the knife out of his thigh. “You're going to regret that little devil,” Damon says.
He takes the knife and runs it down my neck. I gulp and wait for him to slit my throat. If they’re here to protect me then they wouldn’t kill me. My mind keeps reassuring me that I’m not going to die, but staying alive may be worse. There were so many instances that I wished I was dead so I didn’t have to endure the pain of what was to come.
He slides it over my collarbone where my scar is from one of my nights with my foster dad. He got a little too drunk and cut me while he was getting his fix. It was deep but I got lucky and it didn’t get infected. Damon pushes the knife over my scar. “I remember this scar,” he says. He slices through my scar and I breathe through my clenched teeth. He brings his mouth to my ear. “Every scar, visible or not, I’m going to replace with a version of us. That way when you look back you will only see us doing those things to you.”
My heart races at the thought of these men taking turns on me. I can feel how wet my panties are under my jeans. I can't let them know that though. He raises the knife to his mouth and licks the blood off. This man is just as deranged as I am. “You taste divine little devil.”
“I bet she tastes even better between her legs,” The man with the long hair says eagerly. Damon loosens his grip on my hair and Ryker and the man behind the computer come closer. They're ready to fight and it gets me excited. Then Damon’s lips are on mine and my body goes numb. He bites my lip until he draws blood. I can taste the coppery tang of my blood. I wait for him to come back in for another kiss so I can grip his lip ring behind my teeth and rip it out.
“Are you going to be a good girl now Brynne?” Damon asks. I spit my blood in his face and he grabs me by the throat. The rage on Damon’s face deepens when I smirk in his face. I wasn’t lying when I said these men were sheep. They walked right into my den and have no idea.