Prologue
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Kat
4 years ago
I’m trapped, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind about that. I have been trapped here for four long years, and how long they have been. I came here as a naïve, but somewhat smart thirteen-year-old girl, and today marks my seventeenth birthday. A day where Rage chooses to celebrate my birth, every year he does, somehow still continuing to believe that I am his daughter.
I know that I’m not.
I know that my biological father is Tex, my dad.
Every single day when I wake up, I look in the mirror and see him staring right back at me. Our similarities are so uncanny. Part of me looks like my mother too, like my long dark hair, but otherwise, I am his mini me.
Today, things changed. Rage and I were on our way to go eat dinner when a drunk driver slammed into the side of the truck. I’m shocked that either of us are still living, I’m in a hospital bed with awful beeping surrounding me. The smell is atrocious, of sanitizers, cleaners and that hint of death that one can never seem to escape in the hospital.
I’m sitting here, staring at two men who I know only want to bring me harm. In all of my years here, it’s what they’ve wanted to do. Rage promised me to one of them, said I’d marry them, that only his daughter would have the best. Today was the day that Rage finally found out he wasn’t my father. I needed a transfusion for my injuries, and he tried to donate, but couldn’t.
In a way, today is the day that my nightmare truly turns into one.
The crazed man now knows I’m not his own flesh and blood, which means only one thing. Agony and pain are soon to come in my wake. He’ll use me as he’s used others, using them as toys, using them for his pleasure, abusing me in ways that I could only imagine, but yet have seen from the others he’d kept around.
The door to my private hospital room opens, and in comes the devil himself, Rage – the Prez of the Demons of Hell MC. Over the years his dark hair has faded grey, giving him a salt and pepper look that most women would die for. Truth is, maybe if he wasn’t the man I know him to be, I might be attracted to it.
“I had someone else I trust tell me the same that these doctors here did. You can’t be my daughter if our blood type doesn’t match… who would have known?” Rage grumbles, looking up from the floor into my eyes. The darkness that I’ve come to know so well over the years is evident.
Things are changing, and from the looks of it, they will continue to do so. I’m not talking about changing for the better, either.
“Kathryn, you know what this means, don’t you?” He shuts the door behind him and I watch as he presses the lock. Saber and Fang both stand up straighter. My guess is that they can tell something is about to go down, and for the first time in a long time, they’re quite excited.
I know his question is a trick, he wants me to answer, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of doing just that.
He approaches my bed, taking ahold of the blanket that lays over me, staring down at my legs and coming up slowly, eyes raking over my body. He grabs the back of my neck, pulling the string that keeps my gown together, all the while putting pressure on my shoulder that is hurt from the accident. I know he’s doing it intentionally – wanting me to cause me pain. My gown falls over my legs, leaving my breasts bare to the men in the room. They can see more of me than they ever have.
“I made a promise, to both Saber and Fang regarding you. Do you remember that promise, sweetheart?” I look up to Rage as he speaks, then over to the two men who stand in my hospital room, leaning against the wall, eyes glued to my body.
“Yes. You told me that I would marry one of them when I turned eighteen…” I mutter, now looking back to Rage.
“Do you still want her, now that she isn’t my daughter?” Rage asks them, Saber steps forward, nodding to his Prez. “Why wait, you want her. Don’t you? Take her now.”
Saber looks from me to Rage. I know what he means – he’s telling him to rape me, to take me for any way that Saber wants me right now.
“What about you, do you still want her?” Rage asks Fang.
He stares him straight in the eyes as he speaks. “She’s just a girl, a whore to be used now. Why would I want her?”
Rage nods at Fang, while Saber is coming closer to me. He reaches his hand out and palms my breast, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. I rock back, not wanting his touch. I want to be left alone, not what is about to unfold in front of me.
Saber grabs ahold of my neck and tosses me down, my ass up facing him while my head is against the bed. I grab onto the sheets below me, closing my eyes in fear of what is about to happen. There is no use in screaming or crying – it’s no use. Either way, he’ll do whatever he wants to me. I don’t have anyone who will save me.
I feel pressure suddenly, breaking through me in a force that I’ve never felt before. I cry out, digging my nails into the sheets below me as Saber pounds himself inside of my center. It hurts, more than I thought it would whenever I’d experience sex. It hurts more than anything I’ve ever been through, the burning sensation going through my body.
I hear the grunting, the pleasure filled sounds of the man who is raping me. His hands grip my hips harshly, shaking my entire body with every movement. My muscles ache, pain coursing through me from the trauma of the car accident. So much pain.
Suddenly he isn’t within me anymore, I feel empty, hollow even. With a thud, I know something has happened. I don’t dare to turn, too afraid for what I may find. A hand returns to my throat and I’m tossed on my back. Rage looks down at me, and then over to Fang. “Don’t make the same mistake that your brother did. She is mine, and only mine. Anyone who touches her will die.”
I peer over and see Rage has something in his hand, a bottle of alcohol. I wonder what he’s going to do when he twists it open and shoves it inside of my pussy. Fuck! It burns. It burns so bad, so much worse then what Saber was doing to me. “He leaked inside of you, so now I must cleanse you. You need to be pure for me, my sweet little Kitten.”
Rage rocks the nose of the bottle in and out of me, it is spilling everywhere. He brings his hand and rubs my clit at the same time he rocks the bottle. I jolt back, not sure how to react to the heightened way my body feels when he does that.
He pulls the bottle out of me, throwing it to the floor I feel the plastic thud against the linoleum. “You belong to me, Kitten. You will only pleasure me, no one else. This right here, Kitten, belongs to me.” He traces his fingers over my pussy, my ass and goes up to my breasts and mouth.
Rage undoes his pants, bringing his cock out and pulls me by the hair so my mouth is against him. Forcing his way in, he fucks my mouth like Saber just did to my pussy until I feel him throbbing in my throat, his liquid shooting inside me.
“That’s better. Who do you belong to, Kitten?”
“You. I belong to you.”
***
I’ve been a prisoner for as long as I can remember. At this point, I can’t remember the exact age I was taken from my normal day to day life. It was my birthday, so Ashley and I had gone out to the movies.
It was normal.
Everything about that day was normal, up until the point that it wasn’t.
Rage was a stranger, until he made sure that I became very familiar with him.
He was kind. A twisted kind of nice, at best. It was terrifying, but the moment he found out that I wasn’t his daughter, he changed. He’d taken me because he believed I was his daughter. Anyone that looked at me would see my father, Tex. I have his eyes, I have his jawline. My mom used to joke I was the prettier version of him. The only part of me that even reflects from my mom is my dark locks.
I think that Rage had believed my mother took something from him. When, in reality, the only one who had done the taking was my father; he stole my mother from Rage. Or at least, that’s what I’ve been told.
Now it’s been years, and I am a prisoner for my parent’s actions.
I’m done thinking that they’ll swoop in and save me from my fate. There is no happy ending left for me.
The only thing left is the darkness, and I’m oh so close to it.