2. Joker
My eyes struggle to open when I first wake. I hate being sedated. My body always feels heavy and my eyelids work against me. The memory slams into me, and the heavy reality of what happened sets in. Queen! That thought makes my eyes cooperate and open, even though my head feels like it’s being split in half from the headache forming behind my eyes. My eyes feel swollen in their sockets. All I know is that I have to get to Queen. Her scream for help continued to ring in my ears, and I could do nothing to stop it. I don’t stop pulling against the restraints, and my muscles don’t want to cooperate as I do a chin-up and drop my body, testing their strength. I look for any sign of weakness in them, but my eyes are still adjusting to the darkness.
The large TV turns on before me, causing my retinas to burn from the bright white screen. Then, Regina’s face stares at me. Her eyes seem bright and excited as she gives me a smile that shows her teeth. That sight alone makes my hackles rise. It is a rare sight for her to smile, but with teeth? She will be wrong about whatever she thinks she is about to win. At least, that’s the hope. She takes her time and takes a sip from her teacup, setting it down on her saucer. Regina loves a dramatic flair, but I haven’t seen her look at me like this. She usually looks annoyed and frustrated from dealing with one of my misgivings. I remind myself that this is just training and will be something I might experience in the field. The woman has been trying to break me since she got me and has never gotten far in her efforts. I glare at her. Seriously, were people going to come in and beat me with baseball bats? Am I the pinata? Is that the master plan?
“Joker, Joker, Joker. You’re one tough person to crack, but I figured it out. Let me also say how disappointing it is to find out your weakness is her.” Her nostrils flare, and her mouth twitches like she has a foul taste in her mouth. She leans forward, and her voice gets low, yet you can hear the threat behind them. “The whole thing makes you pathetic, along with delusional. However, I want you to remember that this wasn’t supposed to be this hard on her. I suppose two birds, one stone, as they say.” My blood runs cold, but I don’t let my face show any emotion. “I am sure you are putting it all together. You’re probably mistaken if you think you know what will happen. I love a good shock value.” Her lips thin, and she takes another sip of her tea. “Yes, she is my daughter, but she is a means to an end. Step out of line again, and I will have a repeat performance until I grow bored and make you watch as she takes her last breath and the light leaves her eyes.” I remember Queen’s warning about not underestimating her mother. All the blood drains out of my face, feeling like a fool.
With that, the screen goes blank before a camera feed turns on. Before my eyes is Queen, tied to a bed naked; she struggles against her restraints, which causes me to pull against mine. I have pictured her hundreds of times restrained the same way in my bed, and I get hard just looking at the sight. I take in the walls of the building, trying to place it, and I know the building she is in. One of my training sessions was there. All the addresses blur together as my thoughts race, and I try to think about how to get there. Maybe it’s my panic, but my brain doesn’t want to be helpful. “How the fuck is this training?” she screams. She doesn’t have any idea what is about to happen. Why would she? Her mother wouldn’t be so deprived to have her assaulted in more ways than one. I pull myself back up and drop my weight again, trying to get this shitty restraint broken.
My heart stills as the door opens, pausing as a masked man enters the room. He smirks at the camera as he walks over to Queen. He knows I am watching, and I scream before pulling myself back up and continue trying to get free. “Queenie, you do not know how much fun we will all have. How long have I thought about doing this very thing? Just know the more you resist, the worse this will be for you.” He chuckles as he unbuckles his belt, pulling it off with one swift tug.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she screams while fighting the restraints, her body pulling up off the bed with effort. Unfortunately for her, the restraints will not budge. She bucks and pulls but gets nowhere with them.
“Oh, how I love it when they squirm for me.” He then strikes her legs with the leather belt, and a welt appears on her thigh.
“You are so dead when I get out of here,” my Queen snarls at him, looking at him with hate and disgust. I want her to keep fighting them, but the other part of me knows it’s futile. I pick up my movements as the restraints tear into my wrists. Blood trickles down my arms, but I don’t care. I hope it lubricates my restraints and helps me get free.
The man continues to strike her thighs, not caring about the words she is spilling. If anything, it spurs him on, and she realizes it as she tries not to scream or cry out as he continues his striking. “Oh darling, it’s cute that you think that. The fact remains that I am being paid very well for the next few days. Nobody is going to let you kill me. We can make this fun for both of us if you want to. I couldn’t care less. I have been saving up for this moment since last week.”
He undoes the fly on his pants and frees his erection, palming and stroking it. “Don’t you dare come near me with that!” She fights harder against her restraints—blood forms on her thighs from repeated strikes.
“My men and I will come wherever we want to in the next few days. You’re our fuck doll, and you might as well get used to it.”
I pull with all my might, wishing I could get out of my duct tape restraints. I know I can; it’s just a matter of when. The sinking feeling in my stomach knows I will be too late to help Queen. Even if I could get out right now, she would be at their mercy for several hours.
He settles himself between her legs before he thrusts himself inside of her, and her screams echo throughout the room. It takes several tries to get himself fully inside of her. He slaps her across the face, clearly becoming frustrated as he spits on his hand to lubricate his way in. “Fuck yes, that’s so much better.” He uses her body for his pleasure, thrusting to ensure that every stroke hurts her. He laughs wickedly as her body must have been creating wetness to protect itself. “Seems like we have a pain slut. I will let the other boys know.”
Queen doesn’t stop fighting or screaming at him. “Keep fighting, baby. Every time you do, you strangle my cock.” He picks up his pace before he finds his release, pulling out of her and coming on her breasts.
I pull against my restraints, but I feel so much shame knowing that I am the reason for this. More shame fills me as I cannot control myself as I am hard the whole time watching. My cock hurts as it can’t get free, along with wanting to be the one that thrusts inside of her.
I watched it for several hours. When one stops, another one will be on deck to replace him. Once I get free, I will kill each one of them. There won’t be a place they can hide where I won’t find them. Toward the end, I swear I heard her moan my name once or twice. Indeed, it is my mind playing tricks on me. The sick pricks are right about one thing, though: Queen wouldn’t be the one to kill them. I will make them hurt. Their deaths are coming for them swiftly.