13. Stella
STELLA
Oh my God, what is wrong with me? The pain that is overtaking my body is beyond overwhelming and I can barely take in a breath without pain everywhere in my body.
Last thing I remember is those two beasts trying to take me from Gino’s compound.
My head is pounding and my mouth is as dry as the Sahara Desert.
The feeling and intense pain between my legs has me gagging.
It hits me then I feel wet and sticky, not only between my legs but also on my ass, back, and—well, shit—just about everywhere.
When I go to move I literally scream from the agony coming from my butt.
What the hell happened and why can’t I remember?
“Oh shit, the bitch woke up. Give me the goddamn shit because thinking she ain’t gonna be quiet, not the way she’s bleeding from her ass. I told you to take it slow, but no, not you, dickface. Come on, motherfucker, we don’t want the neighbors hearing her screaming bloody murder.”
Before the thought of screaming can even fill my head, I feel pressure then a sharp poke.
Whatever they just shot into me I can actually feel moving quickly through my veins, all hot and shit.
The pain fades, as do their awful voices.
I close my eyes and all I see are vibrant colors as my body starts to float.
God, this is so much better because it takes away all thoughts about what has happened, and all the pain coming from my girlie parts and ass.
Well, actually my entire body is throbbing to my heartbeat and hurting like hell.
I can’t even think about what these motherfucking animals did to me.
All I feel right now is a light airy sensation with happy and peaceful emotions.
These are my last thoughts before I go blank and then float into nothing.
Next time I wake up it’s because I hear a few male voices arguing.
I feel like I have to pee but am afraid because I’m sure it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker, worse than any urinary tract infection I’ve ever had.
That’s when I feel something under me. It feels like a dry pee pad like they use in a hospital.
Fuck me, I refuse to piss myself while I’m awake.
So I hold it and pray I can continue to have control over my body until I fall back asleep, and then all bets are off.
My mouth is so dry and I feel really sticky all over, but don’t want to even give it any thought what has dried all over my body.
Someone must have been watching me because, again, I feel the poke then the floating peaceful times come again.
Feeling rough hands on me wakes me up suddenly, and the scream that comes from my mouth startles me as well as whoever is touching me. I cringe when I hear multiple voices swearing, then I stop screaming when someone punches me in the face. I stop everything because I pass out.
I come to when ice-cold water is thrown on me.
I did learn my lesson though and don’t let out a peep, though I instantly start to shake.
I feel hands on me taking off the remaining clothes that were left on, and then I feel some kind of rag or washcloth, as shockingly gentle hands start to wash my body.
Not a word is said until I feel a body lean over me, which probably looks like they are washing me, when I hear a female voice telling me she’s got me.
Not sure if I can trust anyone, especially her, so I say nothing.
My eyes are almost swollen shut so I can’t really see her.
My lips are busted open from being hit. I feel like my jaw is broken or maybe if I’m lucky just badly bruised, so I don’t want to even try to talk.
That assessment is just my head going through my body.
I also think I might have a concussion, but I’m sure no one cares as I’ve heard them talking and laughing about sending a video to Cobalt and Incubus.
They put my husband through watching multiple men raping and sodomizing me.
I can’t imagine how many of his brothers it took to hold him down before he destroyed everything.
I pray to God that someone managed to take Isabella away from him so she didn’t have to see her father like that.
That thought has a tear running down my face, which is instantly wiped away by the cloth.
I hear the whispered voice say, “Don’t let them see you cry.
” So I try to suck it up, as hard as it is.
She continues to wash my arms, breasts, tummy, and then hesitates.
When she starts to move to my lower stomach I feel it, the stinging from the bites, scratches, and whatever else was done to me, but I hold myself still, not wanting to show any emotions.
No one will ever know what I’m experiencing and have gone through in regards to my pain, especially the jagoffs here in this asshole club.
Yeah, I know this is another biker club that has a hard-on for Cullen or as they know him, Incubus.
Their mistake is sending that video because he will spend the rest of his life hunting down everyone in said video so he can tear them apart with his own hands, and then put them to ground.
That is the only thought right now that brings me any kind of justice, knowing they will not be able to enjoy a full life, even if I’m already dead.
When the cloth goes between my legs I can’t hold back the whines that come from the burn first then the pain.
I can tell she is being gentle but, son of a bitch, it hurts, almost like after I had Isabella when they stitched me up.
It dawns on me they had a doctor or maybe a medic try to fix my wounds.
Now that I think about it, I can feel the pull of stitches down there and also in my ass, along with other areas of my battered body.
Also the pain is much less, so probably have me on pain medication along with antibiotics.
I don’t want to get my hopes up that they want me alive for any other reason, except that they want to keep doing it again and again until my body can’t take any more and literally gives out.
I’m not an idiot and have been trained for missions that could have turned out like this.
And it’s not the first time I’ve been raped, so yeah, I’m not the victim they think I am.
Does it tear me apart knowing I have absolutely no power?
Fuck yeah, but I can’t let that thought take over because I need to stay strong until Cullen gets here.
And I know he will because Incubus is known to never give up.
After she cleaned my legs and feet I hear her leave and then come back, must have changed water or something.
When she puts her hands at my middle then starts to turn me to my side I can’t stop the moans that come from me.
My God, what did these assholes do to me?
Ever so slowly we manage to turn my body and then she starts again with the cleaning.
My back feels like it’s on fire, so I assume they either beat the shit out of me or maybe whipped or lashed out at me with a belt.
The minute the towel touches my butt cheeks I take in a deep breath.
Something isn’t right and I don’t know what until she moves something to wash me.
What the fuck is my thought right before I pass out again.
By the time I come to I’m clean and seem to be in some sort of nightgown or covering.
I know I smell better and the bed feels clean too.
I know she couldn’t have done all of this by herself, but I’m not going to think about that.
So many people have put their hands on me it’s not even funny.
That is something I’ll have to deal with someday, if I make it, though, right now I’m on an hour by hour or minute by minute existence.
I don’t even know how many days or weeks I’ve been gone between being taken by Gino and now here with these idiots.
I do know in this place it’s more populated because I hear cars, horns, people, and dogs barking.
Not sure this will help me, but at least if they are killing me maybe my screams will draw some attention.
Hearing footsteps I brace but then I smell it…
food. Not sure what and am afraid to eat anything, God only knows what it could be.
I’ve heard horror stories about being in captivity and them serving prisoners feces, maggots, and whatever else you can think about.
One POW told us they would cook up the dead and serve that to those still breathing.
My God, how do these types of monsters manage to survive and live in our world?
is the thought I always have. When she tells me it’s her and not to worry, I hear something land on I guess a nightstand, then she is helping me to sit up a bit.
She sits next to me then reaches for whatever she brought in.
“I made some broth soup with crackers. Something easy that you might be able to keep down and will be light coming out. Also brought some flavored electrolyte water. If you want tea I can make some, but the heat might bother your lips and the inside of your mouth. After you eat I’ll bring some peroxide for you to gargle and wipe your lips with to try to clean up.
Think you can try to get some of the broth and crackers down? ”
“Why are you helping me? To keep me alive so they can continue to brutalize me until my body gives out? Or are you one of those who has also taken turns with me?”
“Unfortunately, I kind of know what you are going through as I’ve been held by these animals for years now, and since I have no one looking for me because it was my family who threw me to the dogs, I’m probably going to die here.
They only come to me when they have no one else to torture and, as you say, brutalize.
I’m getting old and after years of beatings not so good on the eyes, if you know what I mean.
And no I never would brutalize anyone but especially not another woman.
I believe we should always have each other’s backs.
I’ve been able to convince these idiots that it’s in their best interests to let me help the women they kidnap, rape, and beat within an inch of their lives.
And it gives the women a break for a little bit.
I was a nurse and they have a doctor who works for them, so between the two of us we generally can take care of most injuries.
Now, let’s try to get some of this in you.
I’m not going to lie to you, there is a mild pain medication in the broth to make you more comfortable.
I remember it helped me back in the day. ”
I appreciate her honesty, maybe I’m stupid, but my stomach is starting to eat itself as I can’t remember the last time I had any food.
I know they’ve been pouring water down my throat but no food.
She gently puts the spoon to my mouth and after the first one hits my tongue and fills my mouth with such a wonderful burst of tastes of different herbs and seasonings, my stomach growls very loudly, which has her chuckling.
For a millisecond I feel almost normal again, but then everything that has happened lands on me, making my chest so heavy it feels like a mountain of shit landed in the center of my body.
As I continue eating, I can feel the medication start working as it hits the pain.
It doesn’t take it away but makes it not so overbearing like it was getting.
I continue to sip the broth and crunch on the crackers.
My thought is I can’t be mad at her for the sleepy medicated feeling because she’s trying to help in the best way she can, being that she’s also not only a victim but had been brutalized in the past, if I believe her.
And I’m still on the fence regarding that.
By the time the food is done I’m so relaxed and sleepy.
I feel the blankets covering me so I settle in, hoping the medication manages to help me snooze for a long time so my mind can finally shut off for a little bit.
Need to try and give my body a break. I need to rebuild my strength.
I’m thinking these animals will not leave me alone for long.
As I drift deeper into the abyss, I pray Cullen finds me somehow because I’m not sure how much more my body and mind will be able to take of all of this.
But I will do my best to hang on until he locates me and takes care of every single asshole who has laid their filthy hands on me. That is my only prayer.