Chapter 8
I can’t believe that fucking bitch bit me like a rabid dog. It seems she hasn’t changed one single bit since she’s been here, always the fucking crazy bitch who had it out for me, regardless of everything I’ve given her.
The throbbing pain in my ear spreads through the side of my head like a burning wildfire but I shake it off and head back through the damp hallways of the abandoned prison towards my office, Nico heavy on my trail.
“Get that fucking photo delivered to Dean Sinclair right away. He fucked my dealer over, and now I’ll fuck his bitch.
” I snap over my shoulder to Nico who simply grunts and nods his head in acceptance.
The moment my guys found out about the deal going south, then reporting the body to me, I fucking knew who’d caused the damage.
Dean and his little pet dog, Eli, thought they could threaten me. That they could fuck my deal over. I refuse to have the piss taken out of me! I’ll end my wife’s life in front of his eyes and I’ll smile happily whilst doing so.
The dark hallway comes to an end before splitting off into separate walkways that lead to the caged merchandise.
Everyday I’ve got fresh meat coming in, ready to be shipped off to their new owners.
Clients from all around the world put in their requests for certain girls and women, various ages and races; it doesn’t matter, pussy is pussy and it makes me good fucking money.
Virgins sell better and I’ve got a couple of those coming in next week ready for Selection Day.
Stepping into the office, I plonk myself down onto the leather chair behind the small desk, yanking open the drawer to grab the metal hip flask that’s filled with whiskey.
Unscrewing the lid, I tip the contents into my mouth, feeling the sharp burn as it travels down my throat.
The alcohol quickly calms my fraying nerves and anger that’s bubbling away at the surface from my wife’s attitude problem.
You’d think having her insides rearranged on a daily basis and skin slashed apart, that she’d learn to behave. Clearly I was very wrong on that part.
Placing the flask onto the desk, I shrug out of my suit jacket and roll the sleeves of my white shirt to my elbows just as Nico enters my office. His bulky frame consumes all the oxygen as he strides into the room, the same emotionless gaze plastered across his face.
“Done?” I ask whilst plucking a couple of tissues out of a box that sits on the desk and soaking them in the remaining whiskey before placing them on my bitten ear. The sting of the alcohol sizzles on the wounded flesh and I grit my teeth to hide the pain.
“All done boss. I sent the photo to Eli’s inbox through an encrypted server. Dean will be in for a nice surprise once his mutt shows him.” Nico says with a sinister tone. He never did like my wife.
“Good. Keep an eye on my wife whilst she’s down there will ya? Make sure she’s being good. I’ve got a pussy to break into.” I say whilst rising to my feet.
Nico chuckles at my words, then steps aside to let me pass.
The girls fall silent the moment I step into the piss ridden room, the stale smell has me scrunching my nose up in disgust as I walk down the middle of the cages lining the outer walls.
The moment I pass the cages, the girls inside cower into the corner, their barely naked forms bruised and battered from my guards.
Coming to the end of the line, I stop before Annabelle’s empty cage and spin to face the girl who occupies the one next to it.
Her greasy brown hair is plastered against her pale skin that’s covered in bruises and dirt.
The guards already did a number on her, and I must admit she won’t be my finest fuck but the moment I found out who her brother was, and the monumental fuck up that he is, I knew she’d be perfect.
“Oh Emily. Wakey wakey.” I tease whilst crouching down to meet her empty gaze.
She jumps and cowers away from me as I start to unlock the cage.
There’s nowhere for her to go in that small space, she’ll have to admit defeat and come to me, willingly or not.
Once the padlock is open, I slide the rusted metal bar across and swing the door open, the hinges creaking throughout the room.
The other girls whimper at my presence. They know who owns them and they’d do well to remember that.
Emily huddles herself tighter into a corner and tucks her legs further into her chest, I notice the dried blood that cakes the inside of her thighs from the guards baton as it ripped into her virgin cunt.
They told me she screamed and pleaded, and now I wanna test that theory for myself.
Her brother fucked up my deal, and now I’ll fuck her up.
I shove my hand into the cage and wrap it around her frail ankle, effectively pulling her legs from underneath her which causes her to fall onto her back, her beaten pussy on full show as the filthy robe falls open.
She tries to cover herself as I yank on her leg, pulling her out of the cage.
The sounds of her cries bounce off the brick walls the more I pull on her leg.
Once she’s out of the cage she tries to scramble free but I’m a lot quicker than her.
I grab the switchblade that sits in a holster around my ankle and slash it across the back of her ankle, cutting her Achilles tendon.
Blood sprays like a burst pipe all over the floor and she falls onto her knees, her hands shaking as she tries to stop the bleeding.
“Oh, oh my fucking God!” She wails in pain with tears raining down her filthy face.
Now that she’s immobilised, I slip the knife back into the holster and rise to my feet before grabbing her ankle and dragging her out of the room.
Emily cries in agonising pain throughout the hallways as I pull her across the rough concrete floors.
“Where.. where are you taking me?!” She screams out and I simply ignore her, continuing to drag her until I arrive outside of the basement room that my wife is currently staying in.
“I think you’re going to love this.” I say with a smirk before pushing open the door to reveal my wife still hanging from the hook in the ceiling, her skin a pale white shade from the lack of blood flow.
Annabelle’s head snaps up the moment she hears the door open.
“Emily?” She whimpers before turning to me, her gaze like knives. “What the fuck are you doing with her? Let her go, you have me here!” Her words are sharp as she shakes around in the handcuffs that are slowly cutting into her skin. It would seem I’ve touched a nerve.
“Now, let’s calm down.” I say before dropping Emily’s foot to the hard ground, causing her to moan in pain again. “We’re just gonna have a little fun, that’s all. You must be bored, my love.”
“Go to hell!” Annabelle spits out, her voice laced with thick venom and I laugh heavily at her attempt to threaten me.
She’s always been weak and that will never change, no matter how hard she tries to convince herself.
I can see the fire in her eyes but it’ll never be enough to challenge me.
She knows her place and that’s below me, like a pathetic dog.
Emily crawls backwards into a corner, the split tendon in her ankle still continuing to drip blood and I step over to my wife, her face filled with fury and anger.
I lift my hand to run my fingers through her hair but she snaps her head back, avoiding my touch which only fuels the flames that are bubbling under my skin, like throwing gasoline on an already burning fire.
Annabelle turns her head to the side, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she looks at Emily who’s cowering in the corner and I think this might be my chance to finally break her, if she won’t cry for her pathetic boyfriend, I’ll have her screaming for this washed up whore instead.
I lift my hand and grip the strands of her greasy hair between my fingers and yank her to face me, our noses inches away from each other.
“Who do you belong to?” I whisper against her filthy skin, but I get no reply as she keeps her mouth sealed shut. “I said, who the fuck do you belong to?”
With burning hatred in her eyes, she looks from my lips to my eyes. “Not you. I’ll never belong to you.” She seethes, and fuck if that doesn’t have my cock pitching in my trousers.
Keeping hold of her hair, I yank her head back until her throat is on show to me, then I dip my head to trace my lips over her sweaty skin, planting wet kisses across the expanse of her throat until I reach her ear lobe, taking the soft flesh in between my teeth.
It’d be so easy for me to bite her ear off just like she did mine but it won’t be enough to break her.
She needs to witness her new friend in agonising pain.
I’ll push her until there’s nothing left.
My wife is nothing but a game to me now.
From the moment she screwed me over, I’ve wanted nothing more than to break her down piece by piece.
She thought she could run away from me, that I’d just simply give her up and move on but she couldn’t have been more wrong.
I’ll own her for the rest of her pathetic life.
My wife trembles under my touch as I bite across the thin skin of her ear. “That’s where you’re wrong, Annabelle.” I whisper in her ear. “You’ll always belong to me, the moment you said I do and signed those vows, your life was mine and I’ll keep it until you take your last breath.”
With that I shove her head away and stride over to Emily, fisting her hair and dragging her into the centre of the basement, then throwing her down onto the concrete floor.
“Wha.. what do you want from me?” She pleads as tears stream down her weathered face.
“Let her go, Ricky. She doesn’t deserve this.” My wife demands.