Chapter 32
My head is throbbing.My eyes feel like they are glued shut. When I try to move, a shooting pain slices through my head. Fuck, I need to get my eyes open. I have no idea where I am.
Whatever I am lying on is lumpy and smells like vomit and sweat. I cough as I try to breathe completely out of my mouth, but my throat is dry and scratchy. I let out a groan as I try to move any part of my body that might work.
My arms are the first thing to shift around, so I at least know that I’m not tied up. I move them to my face and use my fingers to help peel my eyelids open. Everything is blurry at first. The light above me blinds me. It takes a couple minutes for the room to focus, and when it does, my heart stops.
I’m in some sort of jail cell. The walls are dirty and cracked cement blocks. The floor is a gross cement floor with what looks like dried blood and God knows what other stains on it. The bars in front of me are that of ones in prison. There are no windows, no other entrances or exits but the cell door.
Slowly, I sit up. My hand immediately goes to my head as the pounding intensifies. After a few minutes, I look down at the mattress and immediately feel bile rising in my throat. There are brown and yellow stains that cover the entire mattress.
I quickly scramble off the mattress and drop to my knees where I lose the contents of my stomach in front of me.
When I stop dry heaving, I wipe the tears from my eyes and begin to move away from the mess. With a bit more control over my body, I look around me and find a corner that looks to be the safest place for me right now. I am still too weak to fully stand, but I pull my body and crawl on the floor the best I can.
Turning my back to the wall, I squeeze myself into the corner and watch the bars in front of me.
The tears don’t stop, the guttural sob that comes from my throat, my complete confusion as to where I am and why I’m here. I curl my knees up into my chest and wrap my arms around them.
My mind is trying to fill in the blanks as to how I got here.
The last thing I clearly remember is taking a shower. What happened after that? I close my eyes and picture myself back in that room. I see my phone in my hand.
David Grey.
I was looking for my father. I had the phone in my hand, and I was looking for anything that could tell me who this David Grey was, the man who was supposed to be my father.
Pictures of him float through my mind. The man I knew all those years ago and the man that was in my room.
Fuck! My head shoots up. He was in my room. He was there! My heart starts to beat a little faster, my breathing comes out forced as I try to gasp for air. I’m panicking.
The man I loved was in my room. But he was cruel, cold.
He wasn’t the man I had known as my father.
The warm and loving father. The man whose desk I used to sleep under all those years as he worked. The father who I wanted to emulate when I grew up and became an architect. That wasn’t the man who stood before me in that room.
The callus way he smashed the snow globe he bought me. Like it was nothing.
“Finally, you are back home. Took you long enough.”
His words echo in my head. Why was I needing to be back home? And took me long enough? I’ve only been out of Las Vegas for a few months.
Then I remember the pain as I reach back to the back of my head. I wince at the tenderness as I touch it. I was hit from behind, which meant someone else was in the room with us. I press the heel of my hand into the side of my head which is now painfully pounding. There’s a thrash metal concert going on in there.
“Hey there, sexy.” A voice I don’t recognize sends me into sheer panic. I look up and I’m met with the face of someone I’ve never seen.
“Who are you?” I whisper. My stomach drops, and I start to feel my hands shake.
His face has a large scar across it. His long hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and his clothes are dirty and ripped, covered with a leather vest of some sort.
“You poor thing. All alone in this horrible cage. You look like a wounded animal.” He hums, then frowns. He suddenly takes out a key and opens the jail door. “Look, I’m here to rescue you.”
He stands there with the door wide open, his arm gesturing for me to come out.
“Who the fuck are you?” I demand.
He smirks. “Your hero, of course. But you can call me Scorpion.”
I slowly use my arms to push me up along the wall into a standing position. But I don’t move from the corner.
“Here, kitty, kitty.” He whistles and snaps his fingers. “Or do you like to be called a cock tease?” And it’s at that moment I see his eyes darken and I fear for what’s to come.
Someone help!
He slowly steps into the cell and closes the door behind him, locking us both in. I watch as he places the key in his pocket. He turns, and a creepy smile stretches across his face.
I want to scream. Yell at the top of my lungs for help. Except I have a feeling that wherever I am, no one is coming to help me.
“Finally. Finally, I get you alone.” He looks around the cell and scoffs in disgust. “Not the digs I thought I’d be fucking you in, but it will do. Goddamn, I have been hard since I first saw pictures of you.”
The fuck did he just say?
He takes a step toward me, and my heart is ready to beat out of my chest. Each step he takes, the sound of his feet on the concrete, is deafening. Each second he grows closer to me, and I’m like a rat trapped in a corner.
My mind races to try and find a way out, but there is nowhere to go in this cell.
So, I do the only thing I can think of. I charge at him.
With my hands curled into fists, I lock in on my target and gather every bit of strength I can find with the condition I am in. Pushing off of the wall, I let out a scream that catches him a bit off guard. Enough that it allows me to gain enough speed to plow my tired and worn body into him.
With all the strength I have, I twist myself so that my shoulder goes straight into his chest. He wasn’t expecting it, and he flies backward, landing on his ass. But he is quick to jump up, and I really had no plan after that.
Except I know I need to fight.
He grabs my arm as I try to turn away and yanks me toward him.
My arms flail as I attempt to hit him. I did my nails into his face, but the psycho just laughs and wraps his other hand around my throat, cutting off my air supply.
He squeezes and I start to see spots in my vision as I struggle to try to get air.
He starts to move us back, and my hands claw at the one around my neck, but he’s too strong, and I am starting to lose my ability to stay conscious.
Without warning, I am thrown backward, and my body lands on the mattress. With his hands no longer on my throat, I take a deep breath as my lungs struggle to get air back in them. I try to react as fast as I can, but he is on top of me too quickly.
Scorpion’s body presses into me, his hands grab mine, and with speed on his side, I feel something cold click around my wrist and then another click around the other one.
The fucker handcuffed me to the metal frame of the bed. I pull on the binds, but I am locked in. He looks at me struggling and laughs.
“Aw, poor baby. Trapped and no way to fight back.” So sad that he thinks that. He cuffed my hands, not my legs.
As he shifts slightly above me, it gives me enough space to knee him right in the fucking small dick he carries. His eyes go wide, and his mouth drops open, but no sound comes out.
He rolls off the bed, groaning in pain as he cups his shrimp dick. I use that as an opportunity to twist myself so I can see if I can get out of this. I twist so that I’m now kneeling beside the bed as I yank on the metal bars of the frame.
The frame is rusted, and I can see movement as I pull. But I am weak and tired.
But I need to survive and get the fuck out of here.
I grunt as I try to shift the bar back and forth, but nothing is working. Suddenly, I feel hands in my hair as he pulls on it so hard it causes me to scream in pain.
My head tips up so I can see the feral look in his eyes and the snarl on his lips. “You want to play dirty? Perfect. I love when they fight.”
I watch as he grabs a knife from his back pocket and flips it open. My eyes go wide in fear, and I try to pull away from him, but his grip on my hair keeps me stuck in place.
“Stay still, or I may cut you. Not that it would stop me from fucking you. God only knows I would fuck your corpse, but I want you to feel my cock taking what I’ve been wanting this entire time.”
My body stills as I feel the metal on my skin right above my leggings.
His hand releases my hair and with a swift movement, pulls my leggings away from me and slices through them exposing my underwear. He then proceeds to cut the underwear off me, pulling them off through the leggings.
“Fucking beautiful ass,” he groans.
“Please, don’t. No. Please.” A sob wrenches from my throat.
“She speaks! Good. I hate the silent types. Let me hear you scream, kitten. Purr for me.” I hear his zipper drop, and that’s when I use every ounce of energy in me to let out the most blood-curdling scream I can.
He kneels behind me, and I shake my head screaming “no” and “stop” as I feel his hands on my exposed skin. This can’t be happening. He’s going to rape me.
No, no, no. Please, God. Help me!
“Enough, Scorpion,” a voice behind us, that I don’t recognize, says.
“Oh, come on, Prez. Let me just get my dick wet,” he sighs.
“There will be plenty of time for that. Right now, we have to have our guest meet some important people.”
Scorpion sighs, and I feel him get up. “You got it, Prez. But I would keep her cuffed. She’s got some fight in her.”
“She won’t for long,” another voice drawls, and I recognize it instantly. A shiver runs down my spine, and I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
Damien.
He grabs my hair and yanks my head to the side as I see him undo one of the cuffs. My left hand gets released and with everything I have, I try swinging it at him. But with the position he has me in, I can’t get enough leverage or strength to reach him.
Damien lets out a laugh, as does whoever else is behind us.
“You’re right. She’s a fighter. Good. It will be more fun to break her,” the voice of the other person says.
Scorpion chuckles darkly. “That’s what I was thinking.” He uses his body to push me against the mattress as he wrangles my arms behind me. The cuff goes back on my wrist, and I have no way to fight back.
“Let’s go, kitten.” He yanks me up by my hair, and I turn to see the man behind us. I fucking freeze.
Those eyes. I know those eyes. Black, scary. Where do I know those eyes from? The pain and fear coursing through me right now is keeping me from placing where he’s from.
Suddenly, Damien grabs hold of my arm, yanking me out of Scorpion’s hands. With a grip on my arm and one in my hair, I’m being dragged out of the cell and down a dimly lit hallway. I groan with each step, my body hurting and sore. My pants are still torn from the asshole we left in my cell, and my feet are bare and cold.
A large metal door opens, and I am pushed into a dark and dirty room. The walls are dingy and covered in the fuck knows what. My eyes focus a bit more on the little light available, and I see chains coming from the walls.
It’s like a fucking dungeon. Where the fuck am I?
“Welcome, Rory. You really are a stubborn one. We were sure you would come running back here without your mother within a week. But you actually lasted months out there. I’m impressed,” the guy with black eyes says.
His voice is deep, his body covered in tattoos. He is a giant man.
And then it hits me. My eyes widen at the realization of who this is.
“Oh, did you just figure out who I was? You have been very busy fucking my son, Dekker, and his friends. Name is Ledger West. But you can call me Sir.”
“You can go fuck yourself,” I sneer.
“Wow. You’ve got some spunk. I like it. Too bad you won’t have it for long. I’ve got the cure for cunts like you. Hey, David,” Ledger calls out.
I watch as my father comes out from around a corner. The smile stretches across his face as his eyes bore into me. This man isn’t the man I loved.
“Rory, so good to see you again. We didn’t get much time to talk back in your room.” My eyes and my brain are on different wavelengths. I see that it’s my dad, but I can’t process that it’s him.
“What the hell is going on? What do you want from me?” I scream.
“Well, first, I think we need to clear the air about things.” Ledger answers.
“Clear what air? You kidnapped me! This air is muggy and thick with bullshit!” I struggle against Damien’s hold, and I feel his fingers dig into my skin. I let out a scream as his hold stops me from moving further.
A laughter bubbles up from my da— David. I shoot him a furious look, but he just keeps laughing at my pain. I narrow my eyes at him, and he blows me a kiss.
“Might want to look over there, Rory.” He points to a door on the other side. It slowly opens, and my world falls apart.
“Mom!”