Dark Desire (16 page)

Sharleen shuts up and scurries out. She’s not the brave, confident woman I met with Jagger. Here, with Mick, she’s as broken as the rest of them. I have to wonder what she’s seen, for her to rush out on command like that.
My guess? She’s experienced being someone’s fuck toy and foot stool. Mick says something else to the men, and then turns and pulls me out of the room.

He leads me further down some long halls, and then comes to another stop. He punches in some numbers on key pads and the door unlocks. He leads me into a large
room; it’s decked out with fancy touches. A huge, I mean HUGE, bed sits in the middle of the room. To the left is a large, corner leather lounge and a plasma television. A maroon Persian rug lines the floor in front of the bed. To the left is a massive bathroom, finished with a spa.

“Do you like my room, Willow?”

“No.”

He chuckles. “You’ve been captive before, but let me assure you my son was a wimp compared to me. I don’t tolerate smart mouths.”

“Jagger isn’t a wimp!” I snarl.

“Jagger is too soft on you, perhaps if he had done the right thing when he stole you – then you mightn’t have such a smart mouth.”

I don’t bother to answer. Mick has a comment for everything and I have no energy left to argue. He drags me into the bathroom, and turns on the shower.

“You need to
shower; I don’t take unclean women to my bed.”

I stare at him, horrified,
“You…tonight?”

He smirks. “I told you it’s me or them…”

“I can’t,” I blurt. “I’m on my period!”

He frowns, and then smirks again. “Prove it…”

“I can’t…in front of you.”

“Then I’ll turn, but you will prove it
or I will be fucking you tonight.”

He turns around and I have to think quickly. I stare at the long fingernails on my hand. It’s that or sex with him. I’d do anything not to have sex with him. I reach into my panties and grip my sex, slicing my flesh with my fingernail. I bite my tongue to s
mother the whimper. I squeeze angrily, and then slide my hand out just as he’s turning. Thank God for me, it’s coated with blood.

His eyes widen and he frowns. “Very well, but you will shower…I won’t have a bleeding woman ruining my satin sheets.”

Pig!

I become thankful for my quick thinking when he turns and walks out, barking an order that I have five minutes and if I try anything, he’ll fuck me even with the blood. When he’s gone, I swallow rapidly. The pain between my legs is quite intense, so I strip out of my clothes and turn the shower on. I learnt a few lessons being a captive, and one is that you shower and eat when you’re offered it.

I step under the warm water, and it’s only a mild relief to the aches in my body. I have bruises all over me, and even some light scratches on my arms and legs. My guess is they dragged me when I was out and likely weren’t very kind on the old transportation of a floppy unconscious girl.

I grip some soap, and I wash the small slice I made on my private area. Seriously, I never in my life thought I’d ever have to resort to such horrible things, but here I am.
I clean myself as best I can, and then step out and dry quickly. I go to pull on my clothes when the door opens. I stand and yank towel up, gasping as Mick walks in. He stares at me and a small smile plays around his lips.

He thrusts some clothes at me. “Put them on.”

Then he’s gone. Grateful he actually walked out, I quickly pull on the clothes, worried he might change his mind. I stare at the sanitary pad he put in the pile of clothes. Seriously? The man gave me a pad…what…the…hell? I’m not going to put in on obviously, so I hide it in the drawers beside me. Then, with a deep, calming breath, I walk out.

Mick is sitting on the bed shirtless. If I wasn’t in the situation I was in, and I was just looking at him from a normal
woman’s point of view, I would say he’s a very stunning man. Of course, it didn’t surprise me that Jagger would have stunning parents considering how gorgeous he is. Mick is muscled and huge, his body is covered in tattoos and he has piercings in his nipples…and elsewhere…which I happened to glimpse earlier.

He looks up at me, and for a moment his expression is an exact replica of Jagger’s. It’s that expression he gets right before he kisses me with such intensity my legs melt. Mick is giving me the same look, though my legs aren’t melting, they’re stiffening and my stomach begins turning. He stands and stalks over, and his eyes rake the tiny nightgown I’ve got on.
I’m afraid, because I know what that gaze means. I know what it means and I don’t know how to escape it.

“You might get away with sex Willow, but I will have your mouth tonight.”

“Please,” I whisper. “Please don’t do this to me.”

He steps forward and caresses my cheek, almost gently. “Now willow, don’t be afraid of me. I’m not here to hurt
you; I only want to protect you.”

“Protect me?” I say in a small,
childlike voice.

“Of course, if you’re not in here with me, you’re out there with them and they won’t care about your little monthly visitor.”

I swallow. Sometimes in life you’re faced with a choice, and sometimes both sides of that choice are awful but you have to pull it apart and pick with the one you can live with the most. I have a choice, and I know which one I can get myself through, but the thought of doing it sickens me to my very core. I glance around the room, desperate for a way out.

“Even if you managed to get out of here, you’d never get off this island little girl, so don’t bother looking.”

I meet his gaze and watch as he takes my hand and pulls me towards the bed. I’m praying, for the first time in a very, very long time - I’m praying. I’m praying for freedom, for release, for anything. I’m even praying a huge explosion will wrack the island and kill us all, just so I don’t have to do this. When Mick forces me into the bed, with his hand tangled tightly in my hair, I don’t resist.

I have made the choice that I can live with, and it’s Mick. While the idea of touching him is so
revolting it makes me feel ill, it has to be better than letting a bunch of violent strangers take their turns with my body. Mick slides in the bed beside me and only now do I realize how huge he is compared to me. He towards over me, his thick black hair falls over his shoulders.

For a moment, I wonder how many women have
laid beneath Mick and thought all their dreams had come true. An extremely attractive, well-muscled man making all their wildest desires come alive. For me though, I feel nothing…I’m completely numb. I’ve turned off, what I don’t let affect me, won’t. Mick strokes my hair and I force back my shudder.

“You’re so beautiful, Willow. I know why he wants
you; I wanted you the minute I laid my eyes on you. You’re one of those women with that exceptional beauty that’s so different and unlike any other…”

I clamp my eyes shut, take yourself away Willow. Take yourself away and think of anything else but the smell of his breath, while pleasant, is making your stomach turn. Make yourself stronger than him. Find your strength. Turn off. Mick moves closer and I want to scream, but I keep my eyes closed. When his
lips touch mine, I inhale sharply. He takes that moment to plunge his tongue into my mouth and I gag.

“Kiss me back, Willow, or I’ll send you out right now.”

I can’t…I can’t…please God, just kill me. I can’t kiss him. I can’t make my mouth move with his when all I want to do is stab him until he’s a bloody pile on the floor. When he grips my arm harshly, my eyes flicker open.

“Last chance, I’ll send you out and teach you one hell of a lesson. Do you think that I play
nicely, Willow?”

“No.” I whisper.

“Good, then kiss me back or I’ll drag you out there naked and throw you to the wolves, because what they’ll do to you, will make you wish you’d never been born.”

When his mouth closes over mine again, I force my lips to move. They’re
numb; I can’t feel anything but the pounding of my heart. I hear his satisfied groan and I want to be sick. When his tongue tangles with mine, it takes everything inside me not to gag. With more will power then I’ve ever had before, I force myself to move with him.

“Very good, you’re a fast learner,” he
murmurs when he pulls away.

I can’t think, his erection is pressing between my legs and I want to die. I just want to die. He shifts and I’m thankful when it’s gone.

“Now, while I’ll enjoy kissing you, I won’t rape you or force your hands or mouth to do things they don’t want. Not tonight at least. I’m not that horrible.”

He slides from the bed and relief swarms me. I watch him walk into the bathroom and I sit up quickly, glancing around the room for anything I can find. A phone…a phone! I see it sitting by the bedside table. I crawl across the bed quickly and pick it up,
and then I drop to the floor. I can hear the shower running, and I can hear Mick’s moans. I know what he’s doing and it will buy me a few minutes. I dial.

“Hello?”

Jagger’s voice is a relief, it’s pure gold in my ears.

“Jagger, it’s me.” I whisper.

“Willow? Fuck Willow…where are you?”

“Your…dad,
” I peer over the bed, shower’s still going. “He took me. I’m on the island.”

“Oh
God, Willow, I’m so fucking sorry. I’m coming for you, do you hear me?”

“Yes, but Jagger…”

“Are you hurt?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Willow, you have to do as he says. You don’t understand what he’ll do to you if you don’t do as he says.”

“Jagger, please, just listen…you can’t…”

The phone is snatched from my hand and I’m sent flying across the room when Mick backhands me so hard I nearly black out. He snaps the phone closed and stalks over, butt naked, and hurls me up off the ground.

“You mad
e a big mistake, Willow.”

He drags me down a hall and towards a dark area of the house. He doesn’t seem to care that he’s butt nak
ed and that really shows how foul this place is. When we go down four sets of stairs, and come to a dark, smelly area; I know I’m in trouble. Mick shoves me against a wall in a small cell, and chains my hands above my head.

“Please, I just wanted him to know I was ok.”

“Shut up!” He roars.

I close my mouth, not wanting to anger him any further.

“You’ll spend the night here, and believe me when I say you will wish to GOD you didn’t use that phone.”

Then he spins and leaves, and I’m left in darkness.

CHAPTER 15

Hell doesn’t begin to cover this place. I have a creature of every sort climb me that night. Rats, spiders, bugs and God knows what else. I scream, but eventually my voice fades out and I can’t even manage that. Rats climb over my feet, spiders rest on my head…I can’t breathe. I think I actually pass out, because when I open my eyes the sun is up and the creatures are gone.

I’m heaving, even though I’ve just woken from slumber. My heart is racing, sweat trickles down my face and for the first time, I regret picking up that phone. Part of me wonders if Mick left that phone on purpose, maybe he wanted me to call Jagger and let him know where I was, to ensure he came. I want to scream, I wanted to tell Jagger not to come but now I can’t even do that.

I hear footsteps and I stiffen, I don’t want to face what today has in store for me. I truly don’t. When the door to the cell opens, I see Mick walk in with Sharleen by his side. That slut is smirking again; one day I’ll wipe that clean off her face. Mick leans down, grinning at me. I want to spit on him, but I’m too afraid to open my mouth. If I do, my screams won’t stop.

“Did you have a nice night?”

I say nothing.

“Ah the silent treatment. You’re tough Willow, most girls that are down here either cut themselves to shreds trying to get out, or are completely broken by morning. You’re tougher than I first thought.”

I glare.

“Sharleen, untie her, it’s time for breakfast.”

Breakfast; usually a word spoken about some delicious morning meal, but I imagine in this place, it’s anything but. Sharleen leans down and very roughly undoes my hands. When they’re freed, Mick jerks me up and wraps his arms around me. That pig, that filthy fucking pig. Yet…part of me…a tiny, insecure part…needs the comfort and that’s when I finally realize how they break these women.

It’s quite a clever process really. They treat them horribly, but then they comfort and stroke them afterwards. The women grow to need the comfort, so much so, that they’ll do anything for it and viola’, a slave is born. I was
sure these women had hard lives or maybe they were once orphans or children raised in awful homes, but I realize they’re not. Some are just women who have been captured and will do anything for a little peace. Including being treated like dogs.

Mick strokes my hair, and I shudder. He takes it as weakness, but it’s not, it’s repulsion. “There now, baby, I’m here.”

I want to hurt him. God I want to hurt him.