BOUND TO HIM BY FORCE

15. BOUNTY CLAIMED

WARNING: VSL (VIOLENCE, S*X, AND STRONG LANGUAGE)!!!!!!!!!

I thought I would dream but I did not. I thought my mind would play the scariest movies in my head but it did not. I was in nothing but darkness, darkness so thick I could not seem to pull out.

My mind was scattered everywhere, especially as I felt myself slip back into consciousness.

Every part of me was aching, my whole body aching, but nothing compared to my head which was pounding so much I thought I would die.

I was slow, my senses groggy with sounds coming from left and right, but everything was so hazy, I did not know what to make of them.

My eyes peeled open, squinted.

I closed them, a groan pulling from me as I tried moving, but I could not, something holding me from doing so.

My mind was too chaotic to recall what had happened or where I was.

My heart though, too fast with it already drumming and making me have much difficulty catching my breath. My eyes peeled open again, seeing something move before me, seeming like feet. They closed again, feeling as if to just close them for some time because they were too sore, everything too much.

I let the darkness take me as my head tipped back.

“You thought you could get away from me?” A voice I knew too well echoed in my head, sending my whole body cold and shivering.

I wanted to cry, wanted to beg, not knowing what to do as my body picked up from the bed I had been lying on.

“You thought you could make a fool out of me.” He barked out, so angry his skin was red as if blood would bleed right there and then.

My body slipped to the floor, my knees hitting with my hands clamped to each other, begging for mercy, begging for forgiveness.

His hand came around my neck, pressing hard as if to crush my throat. I cried and choked, my hands trying to scratch his hands away, but he did not let go. Panic hit, my eyes wide with tears streaming down, fear engulfing me as I saw death greet me with the devil delivering me straight to hell.

“Pl…e..” I could not even say the word, him crushing me hard, my neck would snap into two. Just as I thought I would die, just as my body was going limp, giving up, his hand slipped away.

I cried out, gasping for air so heavily with my body bent over his leg, crying. But I was not crying because he had not killed me, I was crying because he had spared me.

His hand came grabbing my hair, pulling me up with it as if to pull it out. I kicked and screamed, but my screams could not even drown his voice, which always left me pale.

“By the time I am done with you, you will wish you died with your parents,” Azrail said, a laugh pulling out of him as I screamed even harder.

I screamed in a way I thought my cords would tear, kicking and screaming the dream away as my eyes shot open, trying to get free, but something was holding me down, something was holding me down to a bed.

My eyes flashed open, my vision clear with me screaming even harder, fighting to get my hands and legs free, but to no avail.

The place was dark, my screams mixing with other screams which had me scream so hard I cried and shook.

“Ah, but we haven’t done anything that would make you scream princess.” A voice came, another man laughing with my eyes going wide.

Where was I? Where was I?

The police station, the bunkers, where was I?

I was confused, my wrists hurting so badly as I tried to free myself.

My eyes wracked through the men standing before me and horror set on me as I fought even harder my skin burned.

They looked as if they had just crawled from the sewers, dirty and littered with tattoos all over their faces. Their bodies were like mountains, their eyes showing nothing but lust and desire. Their eyes wracked over my body, realizing I was naked to the bone. My arms were tied apart along with my legs, which meant they could see everything.

The tears slipped, screaming over and over again, but that seemed to excite them as they jumped over and over, carrying sponges in their hands, giggling.

“Why does the boss want to torture us like this? Look at her, she is begging for it.” One of the men said with me shaking my head, the tears falling.

The scream tore from the deepest part of my belly, screaming as if the world was on fire, but that was when I realized I was not the only one. I was not the only one screaming.

My head turned to the side with my eyes shooting out wide.

I was in a cell.

My heart stopped beating with me as if I were dying. I fought even harder. I did not care if my wrists snapped, shaking and pulling with my eyes on the girl on the next cell, crying out in nothing but pain.

Two men were also in her cell, but instead of just staring at her, they were nailing her to the bed while taking advantage of her body. She cried and called out, trying to push them away, but they groaned and laughed at her cries.

My head turned to the next cell, another girl with two men having their way with her.

My blood ran cold, my wide eyes running to the men standing right before my bed.

They laughed and jumped around. They were hard, their pants not even hiding it away.

I cried, the scream falling away from me as I cried so hard. I cried as if I would die, my cries choking me. The screams of the girls echoed all over my ears as if to drive me insane, crying for them and crying for what was to happen to me too.

A slap came, my head turning to the girl next to me. The man was beating her, hitting her over and over again until she stopped crying, no sound coming from her.

“That's how I like them.” The man on top of her said before hammering in her.

I tugged and pulled, my skin tearing, feeling the blood run out and down my skin.

“s**t, the boss will kill us, stop her.” One man said, them running to me, holding my hands.

“We need more men here!” One of the men shouted.

The man in the next cell laughed.

“You need help, Bean? You can’t keep your girl in check, I could help you.” The man said with me fighting even harder. All I could do was fight, everything depended on it even though I knew I could never escape.

I kept thinking it was another dream, kept thinking I would wake up, but no matter how much I screamed, I never woke up.

Why!

How!

I thought I would die, wishing I would die.

More men shuffled in my cell, hands on my body, holding me down. A hand cupped my breast and I went insane. I thought I would faint, wished I would faint, but if I fainted so many things would happen to me.

I prayed for death, turning and pulling, but they held firmly, them laughing.

“She’s a tough one, what I would do to her.” One man said.

“I know right, I could just mount her right now and bury my c**k in her v*rgin pvssy and hear her scream out.” Another man said as they laughed.

“Hurry and clean her, we left our girls there. Don’t waste our time.” One man said as the two men that were originally in my cells jumped away from me. Two more men took their place, holding me down.

“I could clean her for you.” A voice came with the others agreeing.

I screamed until I could not scream anymore, my body drained, wanting to fight, but I could not. The tears just streamed down my face with the other screams filling my head. There were too many screams, so many girls there, going through the worst. I shook so hard.

There was no doubt I was in a stock house. I cried so hard because twenty-six years ago my mother had been in one. She had been screaming as the girls were screaming.

My body shook, not even feeling the sponge on my body as they washed my skin. The two men washing me touched every part of me with their hands before moving the sponge over.

All I could do was cry.

She had been beaten and r***d just as those girls were getting r***d at that moment. I could not take it, breaking down.

And I was about to go through the same thing.

“That fvcker got so much money for her. Fvck’n police, always cash out the best bounties.”

I was going to go through what my mother had and there was no one to save me. I would be sold when they were done with me and be used by different men over and over again. When I thought I had seen the worst in the world, the floor collapsed under me and I went even deeper into trouble. I cried until I heaved, not able to breathe, my throat closing up on me and I wished it would, I wished it would not let out. The pain exploded all over my body with my eyes so wide they would pop out.

I could not breathe, my chest moving up with the men all around me panicking.

A slap came hard, over and over with my chest collapsing as air slipped through my mouth and ran back to my brain cells, which had been dying one by one.

“Are you crazy?” One man asked.

“She was going to die. What do you think the boss will do if she dies? Do you know the money she will bring?” One of the men shot out.

“Now hurry up, the show is about to start.” The men continued with my head swinging to the side, everything spinning all around me, tears and mucus all over my face.

My eyes fell on the girl next to me. She lay with her head turned to the side.

She was barely breathing, blood all over her face. Her eyes were on mine with the men changing on her, never stopping, just taking what they wanted from her over and over again.

Her hands hung on the sides of the bed, her life draining out of her.

“Where is she going?” A voice from the men in her cell came.

“To Stan,” another answered. The man who had been r*ping her got off with another, walking closer.

“Well, I can use the back then.” The man said, with the others nodding.

“You have money, Richard?”

“For this *ss, I do.” The man replied while flipping the girl over.

My body ran cold, fresh tears coming with her body hanging in surrender. The man just nailed her hard, so hard she screamed out while thrashing from the pain. I cried, looking away with my eyes closing shut. My head was spinning, the vomit rising only to go back down. The screams got distant, my head faint as my eyes opened to close, feeling myself drift away, hoping and praying when I woke up I would realize it was all just a dream.