Trust (5 page)

I continued to squirm and buck under him, attempting to free myself, but he was bigger and stronger and he easily contained me. As I squirmed under him, his erection swelled, the ridge of his cock pressing against my pelvis. I fought until I was breathless and panting hard under his heavy body. Tears of frustration sprang up in my eyes. I closed them and turned my head to the side, not wanting him to see my anguish.

“Are you done?” His tone was that of an annoyed parent talking to an unruly child and only upset me further.

“Fuck you!” Despite my words, my fight had exhausted me and all I could do was lie limp under him.

While his body remained over mine, the weight lifted slightly and to my displeasure he began to chuckle. Angry, I turned my face and glared up at him with tear-filled eyes. The sadistic bastard found this funny.

He stopped laughing, but a smile remained on his lips. Damn, I hated how handsome he was and how sexy his smile made him look. Men this evil didn’t deserve to be so beautiful.

“Are you done?” he repeated.

I wanted to fight some more, but knew there was nowhere to go. Ultimately he’d win. “Yes, Master.” Despite my words I couldn’t help but glare up at him.

“There’s one thing you need to understand and the sooner you understand it the easier this will be: In this place, I’m the best friend you have.”

“I don’t need friends like you!”

Releasing my hands, he planted a hand on either side of my head, lifting the majority of his weight from my body, allowing me to breathe easier. “The idiots said you were docile. But you can’t fool me for a second. I know what you’re doing.”  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re hoping that if you play along, they’ll let down their guard and you’ll eventually get a chance of escape.”

I attempted to keep my expression blank, but knew my eyes were betraying me. How foolish of me to think I could outsmart them. Something else to add to my recent list of stupid decisions – it was right up there with not letting Brandon drive me home.

His expression grew gravely serious as his gaze caught mine. “I need you to listen very, very closely to me Gwen, and you need to trust what I’m saying to you.”

“Why should I trust you? So you’re not going to make me suck your cock? You’re not going to touch me against my will?”

“I wish I could say no to those questions, but I can’t. I have a job to do here. Emotion doesn’t factor in. But I am going to say this once and only once. There’s no escaping the compound, Gwen, if you attempt to escape you will be killed, or worse.”

“There’s something worse than death?”

He nodded, his expression growing dark, and a chill rushed through me. “There’s a lot worse.”

“Then do me the favour and kill me now and get it over with!” I only half meant it. Maybe
Becca was right. If this was as good as it got then maybe continuing to live wasn’t such a great option. We stared into each other’s eyes and I watched his eyes turn dark with anger and frustration as his jaw clenched.

“God dammit woman!” He slipped off of me and stood at the edge of the bed, glaring down at me. I had to force myself to keep from cringing. Suddenly he turned from me and stormed to the door. “My men will take you back to your cell.” Unlocking the door, he yanked it open and exited without another look in my direction.

Chapter 5

Lance

There’s no better way to see what a person is all about
than to take their freedom and see how they cope. I’ve narrowed reactions to captivity into three reactions: those who accept, those who fight and those who plot.

The
most common are the accepters, the women who when facing their captives cower. They spend their days crying and asking God what they did to deserve what happened to them and beg for mercy from captors, but mercy doesn’t exist here. These are the women we love and the easiest to turn into the perfect slave.

Then there
are the fighters, women who go into immediate fight mode; they battle every step of the way, even if it means they’ll be hurt in the process. Turning fighters into perfect submissive slaves is next to impossible because their will is so strong, they tend to go insane before becoming submissive. For them there are usually only two outcomes to being enslaved, they go insane or die – although the ones who have mental breaks are “put down” since they’re useless to us, so I suppose there’s only one outcome for these women … death.

And then there
is the final type, the plotters. These women are hard to come by, but when we do they’re the most challenging to deal with. They pretend to be what we expect, they play the game to perfection, all the while their minds attempt to be one step ahead of us. They’re deceptive, they’re smart and they’re nearly impossible to anticipate, aside from being predictably unpredictable – they’re dangerous both to their captors and themselves.

It had
only taken me one fifteen-minute session with her to know Gwen was a plotter. I also knew she was going to get herself killed, not intentionally mind you, but that would be the end result. She was going to play her role and make an escape the first chance she got and likely be killed in the process. I needed her to see that escape wasn’t an option, because to remove such a beautifully unique creature from the world would be a travesty. But then again, would death be worse than having such a wonderful spirit beaten down into a shell of herself?

Neither outcome
appealed to me. I wanted her just the way she was; not broken, not a shell of herself and certainly not tossed into a hole in the ground. I simply wanted her. These feelings were going to put everything I had planned in jeopardy. If I were smart I’d pass her off to someone else, and forget about her. However, the thought of one of those other monsters touching her filled me with rage. I barely knew her, but as far as I was concerned she was mine and God help anyone who hurt her.

~*~*~*~*~

Gwen

“Who’s your trainer?” Becca asked as she scarfed down her meal. I thought it was supposed to be chicken, but no one could say for sure. It was presumably the day after my first “training session.”

“Lance,” I answered between bites.

Becca stopped eating and gave me an astonished stare. “The son?”

I nodded.

“What did he do to you?”

I shrugged, tearing at the piece of white meat with my teeth. After swallowing the bite I answered. “Nothing. We talked and…”

Losing all interest in her meal, Becca’s mouth dropped open. After a moment she snapped it shut. “Talked? That’s it?”

The memory of how he felt between my legs came to mind, but I pushed it back. “I guess. Wasn’t much of a
conversation. He said I’m going up for auction in a week.”

She frowned. “I’m so sorry, girl.”

“What’s his deal?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. We normally don’t see him. Tanner does a lot of the training. I
– ” her voice cut off at the sound of voices coming from the hallway. Dinnertime was over already? We’d just gotten our meal trays. There was no way time went by that quickly.

We all reluctantly, but with haste placed our trays at the fronts of the cells and took our positions on our cots. The click of the lock disengaging rang through the room and the door swung open to display Tanner, followed by Jazz and then
the blonde guard - Connor.

Tanner walked into the room and to the center. “Slaves! I need your attention please.”

I lifted my eyes and met Becca’s stare. I could tell she had the same thought, “What in the fuck is going on?” Tanner wasn’t one for making speeches.

“Now!” The anger was so evident in his voice we all cringed in unison as our eyes lifted to look at him. Once he was satisfied we were all being attentive he walked over to the severely beaten Asian girl. Opening her cell, he grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her from the cell. She was so weak she stumbled and fell to her knees at his feet. She hadn’t eaten for two days and had been using her toilet paper to wallpaper her cell – used and clean.

Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her screaming body to the center of the room and pulled her up to her knees. “I think we need a little demonstration on how serious we are here about obedience.” He pointed at me, then Becca and went around the room until he’d pointed at us all. “You are all disposable commodities – there’s a million more young bitches where you all came from.”

I frowned as a sinking feeling came over me. I chanced a glance over at
Becca again, but her eyes were glued to the Asian girl. Several of the women began to whimper; one began crying.

With one swift movement Tanner pulled a six-inch blade from the holder attached to his belt and placed it at the woman’s neck. Sensing what was coming next the Asian girl began screaming, kicking and lashing out at him, but his strength seriously overpowered her. Because of her squirming she only accomplished nicking herself with the blade several times, but she didn’t seem to notice as she continued her frantic attempted escape.

Without another word, Tanner brought the blade across her neck, slicing it open. Blood squirted from the cut and a low gurgling sound emerged from her.  I was so horrified all I could do was curl my knees up to my chest as my mouth dropped wide open.

Screams of terror and wails of dismay echoed throughout the dungeon as the women’s minds began to process the horror before them. But I couldn’t move. I was still frozen, my eyes wide as the concrete floor at Tanner’s feet became covered in the sticky red substance.

Tanner smirked. “Any questions?” The sadistic bastard hadn’t even blinked an eye. Not a bit of hesitation.

Silence overtook the room except for the occasional sniff and heavy breathing as the women attempted to control their emotions.

Tanner pointed the bloody blade at me and then at Becca. “Once my men remove this useless bitch, you and you will be cleaning up the mess.” He jerked his head toward the cell filled with toilet paper. “And that, and I don’t want to see a speck of red on this floor when you’re both done. Am I clear?”

I nodded my head, assuming
Becca was doing the same.

Tanner dropped the girl’s limp body to the floor, turned on his heel and exited the room followed by Jazz and Connor, leaving us alone staring in horror at the dead girl whose body was lying in an increasingly large puddle of blood. With the men gone, chaos broke out among the remaining women. Screams, cries, whimpers sounded throughout the room, all feeding into each other, intensifying the emotions. 

“I don’t think I can clean that,” I whispered to Becca, doing my best to keep hold of myself.
I can’t lose myself now, I just can’t.
I tried not to think that it was a dead person lying on the floor looking at me with lifeless eyes.

“We don’t get the option to say no.”

Jazz and Connor returned with a black tarp, grabbed the woman and tossed her onto it, then wrapped her tight and exited, carrying her over their shoulders. With the body gone the women, myself and Becca included, begin to calm and take our spots on our cots, waiting for the Masters to return.

When they returned they were carrying mops, buckets of hot water and a load of sponges and cleaners. Once the supplies were tossed onto the floor next to the mess, Jazz unlocked my cell and motioned for me to exit, followed by
Becca.

“Get to work!” Jazz gave me a push at the small of my back and I stumbled forward, tripping and falling into the still-warm tacky liquid. The emotions became too much and a wail erupted from me, a sound so foreign I was left wondering where the God-awful sound came from as I scrambled to get away from the horrifying mess.

Becca fell to her knees beside me and handed me a damp sponge, then proceeded to begin the cleanup.

“Hurry up! Stupid bitch.”

A jab of pain rocked through me as the toe of Jazz’s steel-toed boot came in contact with my side. I screamed out again, falling forward, once again into the bloody mess.

“Shut up you fucking whore –”

I cringed waiting for another blow, but it didn’t come. Looking up, I saw Connor had grabbed Jazz and had him backed against the far wall; they were in a heated argument, neither one paying any mind to me or Becca. My eyes immediately moved to the open door – to freedom! I hesitated. If I got caught then I may end up like the poor Asian girl – or worse. But then again, this may be my only opportunity to escape.

A rush of adrenaline surged through my veins and I leapt to my feet and began running for the open door. I was out before either of them even realized I’d gone. The thought that I left
Becca behind nagged at the back of my mind, but as I reached the staircase and began to ascend I promised I’d come back for her, I’d come back for them all.

Halfway up the stairs I hear
d hollers of alarm in the dungeon below me, followed by the rapid thump of boots. Knowing they were in pursuit only added to my drive to get away. At the top of the staircase I was torn. Left or right? Knowing The Boss was to the left I rushed to the right, praying the hallway would lead me to an exit of some sort.

I rounded the corner and eyes widened in terror as I attempted to skid to a stop, but the forward motion and sudden attempt to stop and turn only made me tumble to the floor at Lance’s and The Boss’s feet.

“What in the fuck!” The Boss’s voice boomed out as the sound of Jazz and Connor’s footsteps rounded the corner and stepped up behind me. I was surrounded.

“Fucking bitch!” A hand wrapped around my forearm and I was roughly pulled to my feet. Panting hard, I didn’t struggle – there was no point.  It was over and I’d lost. Connor spun me around and raised his hand, intent in striking me in the face.

I blew my one and only chance of escaping. I didn’t even bother to hold back the tears that began to run down my cheeks. Closing my eyes, I waited for the impending blow, but it never came and the hand on my forearm released me.

“Get your fucking hands off
my slave!”

Opening my tear-filled eyes I saw Lance had placed himself between me and Connor. Glancing behind me, my eyes caught the gaze of The Boss. To my surprise he did nothing about my blatant disrespect of looking him in the eye, instead he crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his gaze to his son with Connor, as if waiting to see where the conflict was going to go.

For a brief moment I contemplated attempting to run past The Boss but knew it would be a futile effort. If anything it would get me into more trouble than I was already in. I turned back to Lance and Connor as the men stared each other down, as if sizing up the competition.

Fury flared in the bl
onde man’s eyes as he glared at Lance. “She tried to escape. She needs to be punished.”

“She’s mine and I say what she’s punished for. Back away from her before I make you regret you didn’t.” Being at his back I couldn’t see his face, but I could see the rage vibrating in every muscle of Lance’s body as he prepared himself to make good on his threat on Connor.

Connor looked from The Boss to me and back to Lance. With a grunt of frustration he backed down. “Fine.” Connor looked up and over my shoulder to The Boss. “I apologize Sir, we’ll finish attending to the clean-up.”

“See that you do.”

Closing my eyes, I silently said a prayer of thanks. I may be caught, but at least I wasn’t being handed over to Connor.

Once the two men were out of sight Lance spun around to glare at me. Immediately I fell to my knees, head bowed. “I’m sorry Master.”

“See that she’s dealt with, son, or I’ll allow Connor to do it for you.”

I waited until I could no longer hear footsteps before lifting my eyes and cringed. His eyes were scorching into me, his lips a firm line, rage etched in his expression.

“I’m sorry. The door was open and I – I had to try.”

“Stand up, let me look at you.”

Doing as told I began to rise to my feet and winced as a jolt of pain jabbed in my side right where Jazz had kicked me. I’d been so pumped full of adrenaline that I hadn’t even felt it until now.

Lance closed the distance between us and crouched before me, his fingers running along my side. “What happened to you?” His lips formed a scowl, as his eyes worked their way up my torso to meet my eyes. “Why are you covered in blood? Did he cut you?”

“No. I – I slipped and fell in the blood when I started to clean the floor. Jazz got mad and kicked me when I tried to get up.”