Chapter 23
I honestly thought the bullet was real, a chance to cripple him and get away. I’ve seen them with the key to my chain in their pockets, so I just had to get it.
“Come on, Red,” I hear one of them call out. That gets me moving, and I inch towards the door. Since I was purchased, I’ve only been in here, and well, the sex room last night. I’m not sure what to expect when I step out.
Outside my cell is an open room. The walls and floor are cement, and pushed against the wall is a table on wheels. It reminds me of a hospital gurney, but this one’s made of metal with straps hanging off its sides.
More like a table you’d see in an insane asylum.
“Welcome to the game room, Red.” B says as he steps forward.
“Stop calling me that, my name’s...” Before I can finish, he steps up into my personal space and raises his hand. My head flings to the side as the fucker slaps me across the face.
My brain rattles in my skull and makes me feel queasy, my cheek throbs from the impact, and I cup my face as I glare daggers at him
Al steps out of my room and stands beside his brother. “Don’t care what it used to be, forget it! That person doesn’t exist. You’re our whore now and will answer to whatever we call you.” He’s talking to me like he’s scolding a misbehaving child.
I let out a scoff and stand taller, pointing my chin out as I hold his gaze. “Whatever, dickhead.”
That earns me another slap, from Al this time, on the same cheek. My face burns, and I’m sure if there were a mirror nearby, I’d have a red mark on my pale skin.
B snickers and waves his finger back and forth in front of my face. “That’s not our names . Keep it up, we’ll just add tallies to your punishment.” My gaze flits between the two of them in challenge, but this time I keep my mouth shut and look around.
There is a staircase leading up. I’m in a basement from the looks of everything, but I already suspected that. Across from my prison are two doors. One has to be the room I woke up in last night.
What’s behind the second?
There’s nothing more in here, except I notice something on the wall, a rack holding different tools, saws, hammers, drills, wires and more. Some are clean, while others have dark brown stains that flake and chip off them.
Blood.
There’s a cage locking it all up, and I won’t be able to get to it unless I find where they keep the key.
“Come on, we don’t have all day.” Al says as he waves for me to come closer. “Game 2 will be hand to hand combat. You put up a fight yesterday, and it took the three of us to drag you out.”
He sounds pissed, and his face is in resting bitch mode. The scar pointed down slightly. It should make him ugly or terrifying, but it makes him look sexier somehow.
You did not just call this freak show sexy!
The one who hasn’t spoken yet I know is C, and he's dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, just like the crazy fucker. The bastard giving orders is dressed in all black.
Dress pants, button down with the sleeves rolled up, all in the same shade as his soul. He must do something important. Considering Al acts all bossy, it’s fitting.
C steps forward, and the other two back away to each side.
Al pipes up again. “The rules are simple. He pins you, then you lose, and that’s a tally towards your punishment.
You pin him, you win that round. 3 rounds or until you give up, but giving up is a loss as well.
” He looks at his watch and gives a nod to C.
He charges at me, causing me to yelp and stumble backwards.
C tries to grab my neck, but I see it coming and spin out of his reach.
“Not fucking fair! You guys are double my size and obviously know what to do.” I screech as I move again to avoid the giant trying to attack me.
He kicks his leg out, sweeping mine out from under me, and I go crashing down on my ass.
“Not doing so well there, Sweetcheeks. I’d quit talking and focus if I were you,” B mocks me as he picks his nails like he’s bored.
I shoot him a death glare as I push myself up. My eyes focus on C, who’s grinning like he finds this funny. I square my shoulder s and get ready. Determined to win at least once.
This time, I move first, rushing forward and aiming a punch at C’s face. He sidesteps easily, his breath is even, and he hasn’t broken a sweat.
Unlike me, my naked body is glistening. I gasp, and every time I move my tits sway and crash into each other.
Curse my enormous chest !
Stomping my foot, I try again, but this time he grabs my arm and twirls around before pushing it between my shoulder blades. I cry out and drop to my knees. He lets go and backs away, and I swear I hear him grunt out a laugh.
“Last round, pet, where’s that spunk we saw yesterday?” Al taunts me as he walks around the area that we’ve been sparing in.
I push myself up to my feet, and plan out my next move. I’m gonna have to play it smart. They are taller, stronger, and have more experience, but they underestimate me.
This time I wait for him to make the first move. I back up and sidestep when he tries to go for me. Until I see my window.
C throws a punch aimed at my head. I duck, step under it, get behind him and strike. I jump up on his back and wrap my arms around his neck. I lock my arm over my elbow in a choke hold, and arch backwards. Putting as much pressure as I can on his throat.
The two bastards watching are shocked, and I bring up my knee and slam it into the fucker’s kidney . He falls forward in his attempt to pry my arm off his throat. I know he can’t breathe, but I’m not letting go. The other two see this and jump into action.
B gets behind me and throws me in a chokehold like I have on his brother. “Let him go now, bitch,” he snarls in my ear. Spit hitting the side of my face.
My air is cut off, and I can’t breathe, but I don’t let up. I feel Al grab my arms and pry my hold off of C. He’s stronger than me and actually manages to loosen my grip enough for C to break free.
He slumps forward, bracing himself on his hands and knees. C coughs and chokes as he sucks in precious oxygen. B throws me down, and I do the same. My lungs burn as I suck in as much as I can.
Once I catch my breath, I push myself up to sit on my heels. The smirk plastered on my face is smug as I roam my gaze over all three of them.
Raising my hand, I flip up my middle finger. “I won that round, motherfuckers.”