Chapter One
Seven years later...
Kirsty
The click of high heels sounded on the tiled floor outside my door, startling me from a restless sleep. I push myself up to sit on the thin, worn mattress on the hard metal cot where I'm forced to sleep these days. I lean my back against the cold concrete wall, sending a chill through my body. I hear the clink of locks being unbolted and pull the thin, torn sheet around me. The door swings open and hits the wall with a bang causing me to jump.
"Time to get up," Karen snarls. She stands in the doorway, blocking my view of the hallway.
I nod, wrap the sheet around me tighter and slowly get to my feet.
"Drop the fucking sheet."
I grip the sheet, my protection, tighter in my hands. But, one glance at the opposite wall where metal chains and cuffs are attached, reminds me – fighting Karen will result in me being strung up again. I release my grip and the sheet floats soundlessly to the cement floor, settling at my bare feet. Looking down, I note the ratty brown singlet and black undies I'm wearing. Placing my hands behind my back, I run my fingertips over the welts lining my wrist. They are from when I first arrived at my prison and I was attached to the wall, chained and handcuffed. I'm not sure how long I was kept there as I faded in and out. Memories of Karen's men entering the room, forcing water down my throat and touching me in places which made my blood run cold, flood my mind. I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to think about what they might have done had Karen not walked in. When she saw them fingering me, she blamed me for teasing them. The beating I received caused me to believe it was the end. Now, I wish it had been.
I'm snapped back to the present when Karen speaks again. "Time to see the boss."
My stomach twists as images of his previous visits flash through my mind. I bite my lip to stop the sob which wants to escape and try to relax my face into a blank expression. I guess I don't pull it off quick enough because Karen's maniacal cackle of laughter adds to the fear pulsing through my body. I'm terrified of what's likely to happen.
Bowing my head forward so my hair covers my face, I make my way to the door
"Head up you little, bitch. You should feel grateful he's kept you around for this long." Karen yanks at my arm; her nails piercing my skin and shoves me into the long hallway. I squint my eyes, trying to adjust to the bright light as she pushes me forward to the stairs leading up to the main house. I can't remember the last time I was permitted outside to see the sunshine, the moon and the stars.
I guess ending up here in this new prison is my own fault. Although Karen beat me, warned me, I couldn't fight the urge to sneak out and lay under the stars. The previous places had fortress like fences surrounding the properties so it's not as if I could have escaped. Shuffling my feet, I painfully climb the stairs while she continues spitting words at me.
"I'm not sure why the boss insists on keeping you around, why the fuck he's kept you for so long, you're nothing special. You're nothing but a mousy little girl who insists on disobeying. You never learn. Your life means nothing, you are nothing"
***
Stopping in front of two large wooden doors, I suck in a breath and allow the feeling of nothingness wash through me. A feeling I'm used to. I flinch when I hear a male voice roaring from the other side of the door. Pushing me roughly to the side, Karen steps forward and pushes the doors wide open. Lifting my head, I stare into the eyes of a monster. A monster who has kept me captive for almost ten years.
"Ah, my little piece of pie." I try not to cringe at the sound of his booming voice.
He waves his arm toward me, ordering me to enter. My feet drag, reluctant to take me towards the pudgy, balding man who controls my life in the palm of his hand.
"Head up girl," he demands.
Not one to be argued with, I snap my head up at the sharp edge to his voice.
The doors close behind me with a thud, but I don't dare take my eyes from the man standing in front of me. I step closer as he insists, he runs his hand down the side of my face and further, until he reaches my breast. He squeezes hard and I try desperately not to wince at the pain and the stinging feeling in my chest from the bite marks he left last time. But, he sees through me and a sadistic smirk curls his lips. His eyes dance with laughter knowing the pain he is causing me.
"I see you're still sensitive from the last time we saw each other." He chuckles and releases me, pushing me forcefully to my knees. "Today my dear, you're going on a little trip." He pats my head before strutting around me.
I nod, mistake, he was looking for a verbal answer. He grips a fistful of hair and yanks my head back hard; my scalp burns from the force. I answer, "yes, sir." It's then I notice the other two men in the room.
"That's better." He releases me and pats my head again.
I try to sneak a look at the other men, but my focus is drawn back to Bruno J. I'm not allowed to call him by name, I'm not even supposed to know it. But, being someone's prisoner for so long, it's not hard to overhear who he is.
"Bruno." The man to my left speaks with a raspy voice, as if he smokes a packet of cigarettes a day.
I zone out as they speak, not really giving a shit what they have to say. My mind is filled with the fact, I'm going on a trip. I wonder if there might be a way for me to escape and finally be free. I'm drawn back to the conversation when Bruno yanks me to my feet and slams his mouth down on mine. I struggle to stop myself from gagging at the foul stench of his breath.
"Little pie, I'll see you soon," Bruno promises.
His hand darts between my legs and he grips me hard. Before I can react, I'm pushed toward one of the men, he catches me in his arms before I hit the floor.
Bruno laughs. "Enjoy my whore, gentlemen."
My heartbeat pounds in my ears as he leaves the room, I'm now at the mercy of these two strangers. I should have listened to the conversation between the men instead of daydreaming about escaping and being able to live a normal life. I have no idea what is in store for me.
"Okay, little pie." One man says as he grips my hair and wrenches my head back. "Time to find out what all the fuss is about."
I swallow past the lump in my throat, wondering what he means. The other man twists my arms behind my back and secures them with something which digs into the welts at my wrist. I wince and tears prick my eyes.
"Joey take this little slice of pie back to the compound, I need to speak to Bruno about something else before I join you."
"Yes, sir," the man called Joey says. He pulls me back into his chest and I feel the hard ridge of his cock digging into my ass. As the other man leaves the room, I feel Joey's hot breath on my neck "Time to go, whore," he breathes into my ear making my skin crawl.