Chapter 19: “Scream” The Misfits
The patch whores keep their distance with disgust and disappointment written on their faces. The slut from before is staring at me with murder in her eyes. As she talks with the other women in the group. “What's her name?” I ask Ky. His eyes follow mine.
“Allison.” He pulls me closer to his side, “And she’s going to be a problem.” I let it go for the moment, making small talk with the rest of the club. Feeling exhausted from the day's activities I just want to go back to our room and sleep.
Some time had passed and Ky was called aside for club matters. I’d almost forgotten about Allison till I’d left to use the bathroom. I am blindsided by a punch in the face as I turn to exit the bathroom. But I see the second one coming and brace myself for the impact.
“Sadist is mine! You should have never come back! I made sure of it with Michael and The Devils Posse! They told me you were as good as dead!” Another blow hits me this time on my shoulder right where Ky’s mark is. “Now I’m going to make sure you never come back!” She screams at me and that's when I see the gun in her hand.
Its black shiny barrel and pink pearl handle catching the low light in the dark hallway. I react quickly, my instincts kicking in and reach up to grab her neck with one hand and use my knee to crush her hand holding the gun against the door frame. She loses her grip and drops the weapon, it fires into the drywall next to us. I pull down on her neck as hard as I can forcing her head down to her knees. “Let go you cunt!” I keep her head low, waiting for others to arrive before making the decision to move forward on my own
“Nope! Not a chance in Hell. Plus side of being a mechanic is that I outweigh you in muscle. You aren’t going anywhere but where I want you to.” I walk the giraffe head down to the main room of the club, blood dripping from my lip onto the concrete floor. The members are still scrambling to see where the shot had come from. Ky has a gun in hand when his eyes land on me. I can feel the collective inhale as the club gets a full view of what's going on.
“I said let go! Sadist help me! This bitch came after me for no reason!” She yells and tries to kick at me. Ky has had enough of the spectacle as he comes to us. I stare him down and let her go. She scrambles up to his arms and starts crying hysterically. I know Ky doesn’t believe her for a second, but humors her instead.
“Techno, pull up the surveillance footage from the hallway, and Mercy, please retrieve the weapon and give me a damage report.” Still holding on to his arm Allison looks confident she's won and then fear creeps across her face when his words sink in and reality hits her.
They pull down the drop screen they use for movies on the far wall of the club house. Techno goes to the area where the projector is connected. As he hooks in his laptop, a security video instantly appears on the wall the sound connecting makes everyone in the room cringe as the music from the club blares through the speakers again like an eerie Deja vu. This is followed by our entire altercation. As it plays out and finishes Allison is frozen on Ky’s arm. I approach them removing her hand from him. She steps to the side looking around for an escape but club members already have all the exits blocked. I look into Ky’s eyes seeing they already have the familiar shadow I was looking for.
“Shall we?” The words hang there in the air for a second as another drop of blood runs down my face and onto the floor.
“Let's go,” He says. Allison had no clue what we’d done prior to coming home as it was club business. Whores weren’t privy to any information. But she knew enough about Ky to know where this was headed. She began the fighting again, this time with Mercy who wasn’t having any of it as she kicks at him with her stiletto heel. He quickly picks her up over his shoulder and throws her heels to the side. The other whores running for them like a flock of buzzards on a carcass.
Heading out of the main doors with Allison kicking and screaming I realize a cold front has moved in over the few hours we had been inside. It’s frosty air reminding me I was only in a t shirt and a pair of tennis shoes Bree tossed me on our way out. Mercy, Pinky and Ky lead the way to the truck. I hop in the backseat leaning into Ky’s chest for warmth as we head to a side of the property I’ve never been to before. Some sort of bunker had been built into the side of the foot hill. It was old and looked abandoned. You wouldn’t be able to see it unless you knew where it was. Allison was screaming at us over the gag in her mouth and she had been hogtied before being dumped in the back of the truck. There was no way getting out of this. Rules of the club state that if you make an attempt on a club member or his old lady it was grounds for death.
We silently make our way to a little offshoot of the bunker dug into the side of the foot hill a little lower in. Ky opens the coded door and I notice that the door itself is original but that its security panels have been updated to modern times. Pinky walks past me carrying Allison kicking and screaming through the door. The cold concrete floors and walls echo our every step as very well as every mumble through the gag as we finally turn to a room at the end of a long hall. Ky opens the door with a large key. A wide dark room lays before us. Sunken sloped floors with a drain in its center and dark brown stone tiles cover the rest of the floor ceiling and walls. With what look like pool lights being the only source of light in the room. I take it in recognizing it for what It was a killing room.
Allison still hasn’t caught on to any of this as Pinky sets her free in the center of the room. She immediately starts screaming at us and flailing about again. I’ll give the woman credit for her stamina. Mercy walks in, bringing in a table with knives of various sizes, bandages, creams, salves, a gun, gags and whips. Basically everything you’d expect to find in a torture chamber, I think, admiring the room a little longer before my eyes settle on Ky and Pinky. They both look more excited than I’d ever seen them, like children ready to go to the playground. Springing from one foot to the other, Ky rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. Looking at Allison I can see why. She was still going off on her tirade. Her words only adding to their excitement for what we are about to do.
Looking at Ky then looking back at the girl who set up the entire kidnapping and tried to kill me only moments before. I feel the same rush I had earlier in the day come back to me, over powering the tiredness a weird mix of adrenaline, lust, power and calm rushing through my veins giving me a high better than any drug I’d ever tried. Looking at Ky I instinctively know that's what he’s feeling.
“Just look at Lexi, isn’t she beautiful! You can see that brain of hers ticking as she calculates what she wants to do. Makes my cock hard just looking at her.” he says excitedly looking at Allison deliberately trying to set her off again. It works. She starts her temper tantrum over. He then turns his attention back to me.
“Pinky gets off on watching. If you don’t mind him we can continue, otherwise Pinky can fuck off.” They both eye me waiting for my response. Pinky with a sad puppy look on his face.
“He can stay.” I say, eyeing Mercy next.
“I’ll watch the door.” he says and steps out. Leaving us to do with Allison what we will.
Allison is standing in the middle of the room now, glaring us all down, arms crossed. There’s pure rage on her face as she’s stares down a hungry set of wolves. “Sadist... I know I can make you happier than she can, she's stuck up trash. You have to see that. I have always been able to satisfy you. She’s just playing victim after acting all high and mighty all these years. Please, baby, please,” she coos at him. Ky and I approach her stalking our prey.
“Shut up Alison.” Ky dismisses her. I move to stand in front of her as Ky steps to her side. I reach up grabbing her jaw holding it firmly in place. She attempts to wriggle away but one look from Ky and she holds silent and steady.
“I can see why you chose her Ky. She’s beautiful, and definitely loves to put up a fight. How was fucking her?” I say, eyes roaming her body. “Do you know all of her sweet spots?” I shift my attention from her to him, keeping her face pointed towards me but slightly digging my nails into her flesh. The first glimpse of fear appears in her eyes. “Let’s see if she knows yours. If she knows what a true Sadist you are.” I leave those words floating in the air for a second letting them sink in before speaking again.
“Let’s show her what you're really like when you're not holding back. Let’s see your demons come to light.” She looks between us like we’re crazy. And we are. We are sick with lust for the things we are about to do. Ky steps up to her a look on his face of pure lust and starts to remove her clothes.
Using his knife to cut the fabric away from her skin as she stands quietly, he isn’t gentle as he was with me and the knife occasionally catches her skin eliciting a sharp yelp from her. I bring Ky a chair to sit on and he sits down leaning back. Then I step behind her pushing her forward hands on her hips to straddle Ky’s hips.
“Give me a dance Allison, Pinky put on some music.” Ky says, leaning back in the chair. Pinky lifts his phone selecting music before putting it back in his pocket leaning back into the corner he was in. “The Thunder Rolls” by All That Remains begins coming from hidden speakers surrounding us and Allison stands unmoving, the rage on her face replaced with fear and confusion. She’s finally starting to process what's about to happen to her. She begins to do as she was told lowering herself to his lap. His hands wrap around her neck as she grinds against him. He squeezes hard enough for her to start turning a shade darker and when she looks like she can’t take it anymore, he stops waits for her to catch a breath then starts again.
“You like that?” He says looking over her shoulder at me.
“Yes, Sir,” I say in response. I couldn’t be jealous if I tried, I’m turned on by Ky so focused on me. The fact he’s giving her all the physical but none of the spoken attention is tearing Allison apart more than anything else we’ve done yet. He pushes her down to her knees and takes out his cock. Giving her the first of his full attention since we started.
“Suck my cock, taste Alexis on me and know that I wish it was her mouth on me instead of yours.” He commands and she slowly works her way down his cock sucking as best she can between sobs. I come to stand over her kissing Ky. He nips my lip causing it to bleed sucking it into his mouth and kissing me passionately holding me to him. I can feel how excited he truly is by this. For Allison the worst thing we could do to her is pretend she doesn’t exist. And it shows, her psyche showing its cracks.
“I’m not going to come with the shitty job you’re doing Allison. The only reason I’m hard at all is because Alexis is here.” A few more minutes goes by, and she’s actively trying everything she knows, before popping off.
“Please Ky, I’ve done everything you’ve ever asked of me. I’ve always been able to make you come before she came along.” Her anger sparking again. He looks her down before suddenly standing up pulling her with him by the neck and slamming her against the wall. Her head snapping against the stone.
“You set up to have Alexis kidnapped. Willingly gave a rival MC information on the club that could have had me killed and the club destroyed all together.” He pushes hard letting her eyes bulge before letting go. She falls to the floor trying to catch her breath. Pinky moves for the first time rolling the cart towards us, before returning back to his corner with a look on his face I couldn’t quite figure out. Allison stands, thinking to make a break for the cart. “I don’t think so,” Ky says, as he catches her mid stride and throws her back to the floor and putting his booted foot on her back before she has a chance to move again.
Watching Ky throw her like a rag doll brings back memories from childhood playing with my dollies and remembering that punishing them when they were bad was my idea. Ky had just showed me how. Stupid little doll, I think to myself as take a scalpel off the table and make my way towards her, getting on my knees I lay on top of her. Still wearing Ky’s t shirt I can feel my breasts against hers through the fabric as I take the blade and begin to carve Bad Girl into her chest, much like what I had done to Dante this morning. This may be my new thing, I think as Allison lets out a blood curdling scream over the music. It echoes off the rooms stone walls. Ky sucks in his breath at the sight. Dropping to his knees reaching forward to take the blade and wipes it across his tongue, smiling at her with her blood over his teeth. Watching him get off on doing what I’m doing brings heat to my lower belly.
I grab a ball gag off the table shoving it into her mouth as Ky inserts a chip gun into her neck, pulls the trigger, and then pulls the rest of needle back out slowly. I raise my hand inadvertently remembering the chop The Devils posse had placed into my neck, Then they way Ky removed it sending shivers down my spine. Her screams now muted. She still flails about despite the weight on top of her. Ky motions for me to get up and pulls her to the center of the room by her wrists.
“Alexis touch yourself for me. Watch what I’m going to do to her,” He says. I sit on a small step with my back to Pinky now sitting on the floor in the corner shirtless and pants unzipped. I pull Ky’s shirt up to expose myself up to my breasts, doing as he asks. He watches me as he takes the gun from its place on the table. Pinning her to the floor he holds it to her shoulder where he was shot weeks before he pulls the trigger twice.
Her eyes roll back in her head as the deafening sound rings out in the room. He then takes the scalpel in hand again creating little cuts looking like the scars healing on my body from the barbed wire. “I’m offering you the same courtesy you showed us.” Ky tells her.
Her anger now dissolved into fear. She begins pleading again over the gag. Ky has had enough as he takes his knife suddenly slicing her throat. She makes an effort to stop the bleeding but loses the fight quickly. As her movements begin to still Ky comes over to me dropping his knife to the floor the sound of the metal clanging as it hits the ground.
He drops to his knees burying his head between my legs lapping me into oblivion. I hear Pinky’s breaths quicken behind me, building in rapid succession as Ky presses his tongue harder into my core. All the sights, sounds and smells overwhelm me as I come holding Ky’s head to me as if he may suddenly disappear at any second. The sound is absent from the room other than the now eerie music playing in the background. Ky is still slumped over my lap, arms around my hips and Pinky is still reeling from his own orgasm trying to slow his breaths down. Allison is no more from the looks of it. A few minutes go by with all of us catching our breaths before Mercy knocks. Ky tells him to come in and gently pulls my shirt back down. “She’s all yours man.” I hear Ky say as he stands to help me up. Mercy nods moving in to pick Allison up for her gruesome disposal.
Ky sweeps his arm down my back then my thighs sweeping me off my feet like a bride. I wrap my arms around his muscular neck as he steps through the remaining blood on the floor and goes to leave the room, only stopping by the door to rinse off his shoes in a water trough by the door with clean water in it.
As we make our way outside of the building I nearly drift off to sleep. Even the cold chilly night air doesn’t faze my exhaustion from the day's events. Ky kisses my head and puts me in the truck where I sag against the door falling asleep almost immediately. I wake as we bump over the cattle guards back onto the normal side of the property. Ky rubs my bare thigh as he drives his smooth hands bringing me warmth.
“When we get inside we will take a shower and go to bed, and no one better disturb us for the next week. Pinky can deal with it all. ” He was stating what we both were feeling. After today I didn’t know how much more I could take without being admitted to the clubs infirmary for exhaustion.
We enter the club where the party still going strong, like none of the events from earlier had ever happened. We get nods from a few of the members. I give Bree a hug and tell her I’ll pay her back for the shoes I’d ruined tonight. She looks down grimacing briefly and nods before shooing us towards our room. Its cold darkness is welcoming. Ky walks straight to the bathroom and I suddenly see the beam of light filter in from the room through the cracked door. I follow the beam, its light and warmth attracting me like an insect to one of those old zapping machines. Ky is standing under the hot spray of water by the time I enter. He looks as tired as I do. As he turns the water shifts from clear to pink to red as it washes away Allison’s blood from his extremities. He’s still facing the water when he speaks his words echoing off the tiled walls towards me.
“Lexi stop standing there watching me and get in this shower before you fall over and spend the night on the cold tile floor.” I nod, too tired to respond and I see he’s going to let it slide as he nods in response. I pull his shirt over my head letting the damp material fall to the floor with a wet sounding thawp. He moves out of the shower spray to soap up, and I take my turn sagging under the heavy spray slightly upset Bree’s work was ruined. The water around my feet as red as it was coming off Ky. I’m still waiting for today’s actions to sink in and the shame I’m supposed to feel to wash over me but it never comes. I’m able to finish the shower and sleep, dreamless for the next thirty six hours.