Chapter Twenty-SevenWest
Chapter Twenty-Seven
West
"Who the fuck is ready for some breaking in?" Foster yells. He doesn’t need a microphone. The crowd is eagerly tuned into his every word and movement. They cheer as he stands in front of Roe, arms spread out as he basks in the energy of the room. He leers at me as our eyes meet, and I sneer back, giving my captors another push to no avail.
Mr. Foster turns then, his focus entirely on Roe. My girl. He runs his fingers over her bare skin, from ankle to breast, where he stops to give her nipple a pinch. Roe squirms against her bonds, her body angling away from Foster as much as it can.
But not enough.
For the first time in my life, I feel completely powerless. It is a terrible, foreign feeling. Like my desperation is causing the hairs on my arms to stand up as they reach for something, anything , to help.
"Who wants to see the lovely Roe cum?" Mr. Foster yells. The crowd cheers and whistles even as Roe's eyes widen, and she shakes her head rapidly .
I can barely hear them over the yells of my friends and I.
Law: "No! She’s saying no !"
Trent: "Someone needs to fucking do something! Now!"
Brett is roaring. His hatred and despair echoed through the room in an animalistic cry.
Me: "Don't touch her Foster! Don't you fucking touch her!"
Foster seems to hear my comment because his eyes darken, and his smile disappears.
"I am Sir!" he screams before whipping around and snatching a bottle of oil from one of his helpers.
He unstoppers it with his mouth and spits the lid into the crowd before tipping the bottle over Roe. Thick oil splashes over Roe's writhing body as she struggles desperately against her bonds.
Chucking the bottle aside, Foster places both of his hands on Roe’s naked body and starts spreading it carelessly.
"You know," he starts, his voice loud and clear despite the frenzied crowd, "your head may be saying no, Roe, but your body is going to cum for me. That is the beauty of the human body. It craves pleasure. You will cum for me, Roe. Your body is going to thank me for it, even if you don't."
"I won't!" she screams suddenly. "I won't give you or any of these sadistic fuckers anything ! "
Foster laughs then, his hands still working the oil into Roe's skin, though he is slower now, more focused.
He leans in close and whispers something into her ear, something I can't hear. Her lips tremble for a moment before she hardens her mask and stares Foster down.
He stares back, his hand dragging lower and lower. He smirks when her mask falters again, his hand at her center.
We both cry out as he shoves two fingers inside of her. Roe's face breaks in two as Foster laughs and starts pumping his fingers in and out of her.
I feel sick. I want to vomit. I want to kill someone. Him. I want to set fire to the world and burn everyone alive.
Suddenly, a loud bang echoes through the room, and the music falters. I blink and turn. A squad of policemen storm the room, clad in black, weapons raised and armored up. They wear headlamps on their helmets, and I am briefly blinded. The hands restraining me are suddenly gone, and I barely register them going for their own guns before I am racing for the stage. For Roe.
She stares blankly at the roof, her face streaked with tears as if she has left this world behind. I turn my gaze to Foster as I bound up the stairs. He is staring at the scene on the floor with blatant shock and hasn't seen me coming yet. He turns as I reach the last step, his eyes widening as they lock with mine. He begins to raise his arms, and I step towards him, clenching my fists.
BANG.
I don’t know how I hear the exact shot that splatters his brain across the stage, not with the screaming and yelling and periodic shots going off. But I do. Maybe I don't hear it until after the bullet tears through his head, blood, bone, and who the fuck knows what else, blooming like some sort of grotesque flower from his skull, as if in slow motion.
He doesn’t even know that he has died. That he was going to. It happened so quickly. Too quickly. I am suddenly furious that he left so damn easily after everything he had done to us. To her. Roe.
As his body slumps lifeless to the floor, I run to Roe.
"Princess," I say, my voice shaking as I hastily remove my shirt and drape it over her, shielding her body as best as I can. Far too late. The putrid, strong scent of apricots oozes from the oil coating her skin. Law is there a second later, and he helps me remove the bindings from her ankles and wrists. "It's over, Roe. You are safe."
Her sightless eyes blink slowly as they turn to me. She slowly comes back to herself, taking in the scene below us.
We help her sit up, and Law shucks out of his jacket and gently guides her arms through .
"Can you stand?"
Roe nods numbly. Law holds her steady as I tie my shirt around her waist, making sure she is completely covered.
I look back at her face and cup her cheeks gently. She refuses to look at me for a moment, and a glance down tells me she is looking at the empty shell Foster had become.
"Look at me, Princess," I whisper, gently squeezing her cheeks until she blinks and looks into my eyes. "You're safe. I have you, Roe. I have you ."
It’s as if a switch was flicked. Her body starts shaking in terrible waves, and her face breaks into an ugly expression of despair. She starts crying, her chest heaving and gasping as she releases her pain the only way she can.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight to my chest. Law steps in behind her, and he wraps his arms around the both of us. Roe shudders against us, and I tighten my hold on her. We stand for a momentin our own little bubble. The screams quiet, police start barking orders and sobs similar to Roe's sound from a corner.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and Brett is there. He motions with his head, and reluctantly, I loosen my hold on Roe.
"Let's get out of here," I whisper, looking into her eyes .
She meets my eyes briefly, a flame sparking, before she shoves free of Law and I. She lunges for Foster and begins kicking his lifeless body relentlessly.
"Mother fucking piece of rapist shit!" she screams. "I hate you! I hope you rot in hell, you fucking cunt!"
I wrap my arms around her shoulders and pull her back, aware of the eyes on us.
"Let me go! I'm going to chop off his cock and make him choke on it!"
I wince, my balls instinctively curling into my groin at the thought.
Despite her words, Roe lets me lead her off the stage, Law and Brett flanking my sides. I finally look up to take in the mayhem around us. The young boys and girls of The Den are huddled under blankets that had been distributed while we were on the stage. A team of medical personnel have arrived and are attending to the traumatized adolescents and children.
A dozen police have rounded up the guests against the opposite wall, though they have not offered them the same courtesy as the slaves. They stand hunched in their nakedness, unmasked and cupping their dicks. The woman from before is crafting a sob story that no one is interested in listening to. A couple of bodies line the floor, and I am oddly satisfied to see Rage and some of the other men who had restrained us earlier are among the dead.
I can hear my father yelling from the next room, and we pass through the doors as he is being led towards the elevators, hands cuffed behind his back and an officer gripping each arm.
"Western!"
I scowl as he sees me.
"You fucker! You did this! You are no son of mine! You are no Mazzuchelli!"
His screams cut off as the doors to the hall close behind him. The three figures by the door turn to face us.
"Roe!"
East is a mess. Makeup running down her cheeks, one of which has a large bruise forming on it.
"Oh, God, Roe, I am so sorry!"
I step out of the way as East wraps her arms around Roe. Roe hugs her tight, and she starts crying again.
Reluctantly, I leave them to their moment and approach the other two figures, Law and Brett on my heels. I stop a step away and fold my arms.
"This your work, Trent?"
Trent shuffles nervously, glancing up at his grandfather .
"When I mentioned to Grandfather where I was heading this weekend, he instantly started drilling me for the details," Trent says. "I tried, really, to convince him it was just a little weekend getaway."
"I have known about The Den for a few years now," Trent's' Grandfather takes over. "A couple of us older Dukes have been searching for a way to take down your father and his operations, but he has had too much control over the whole thing. Too much sway with local law enforcement. I believe I spied old Constable Cripps and his shriveled old cock amongst the guests, actually.
“Anyway, we got a crew together as quickly as we could, got Trent here equipped with microphones and cameras."
I blinked, looking back at Trent.
"They didn't frisk you," I say, belatedly realizing that he had arrived after the rest of us had been palmed.
Trent nods, shuffling nervously. "I, ah, had some help from the inside on getting the codes for the elevators and doors. They also instructed me on how long to wait before running in. I was held up, actually. That group that came in after you was not a part of my time frame. But I think, ultimately, they were the perfect distraction for the men at the doors. "
I frown, thinking back on what Trent had said after we had entered the Den.
Are you seeing this?
Someone needs to fucking do something! Now!
He hadn't been talking to us . He had been talking to his grandfather and his team.
"But the girls… they went missing?" Law trails off.
"Well, the plan had been that I would duck out for a very important phone call with my dear old Grandfather, but it didn't exactly work out that way," he looks over my shoulder and I turn to see East and Roe approaching slowly.
"Can we go? Please?" Roe asks in a desperate whisper.
"We finish this discussion later," I demand to Trent. He nods, not taking his eyes off my sister. Fucker .
Deciding to let him off the hook this once, I wrap my arms around Roe again and lead her away from this fucking nightmare.