Esther

Esther  "What do you mean you tortured her! Your instructions were to wait for me, and I would extract the information." I faintly looked up to see three blurry shadows standing at the end of the long concrete room. My body felt numb. They hadn't spared me any pain, torturing me for information I just didn't have. What could I tell them? Yes my twin brother was an evil man. Yes we were born of the same parents but we shared no emotional connection other than the hatred I harbored towards him. "But boss," the man who had been torturing me started defending himself, "she was so stubborn. She wouldn't answer our questions even after we threatened her." I thought about my twin brother Namen, growing up he had been cruel and sadistic, he hadn't changed much, but his techniques had become more niche. He would do everything he could to make my life miserable, He ran a biker gang in the middle of Texas. A sickening thud brought me out of my thoughts. I tried to see through my blurry vision, I tried squinting but my eyes hurt to move. But it looked as though the man that was torturing my was on the floor, at least that's what the blackish looking blob looked like from here. I saw the taller blob walking towards me, I tried to sit up but the pain from moving started giving me black dots. I saw the figure kneel next to me, he cut the ropes that bound be to the chair and then he scooped me up. It was a strong embrace, and part of me wanted to believe it was a safe one. I tried to stay conscience but the black dots on my eyes finally connected. I woke slowly, not daring to open my eyes, I didn't want to be in that dark torture room anymore. I was hoping that being carried out wasn't a dream. I could feel something wet dabbing my arm, then I felt it sting. I tried my best not to shudder. I was getting tortured again. The men would slice my skin open and then pour something that smelt like cleaning product on it, sometimes it was straight up alcohol. I must be used to it because it wasn't hurting like it should, there was a little sting when it went into the wound but it was gently dabbed. I felt a finger caress one of my older scars. I wasn't sure how long I'd been down there I was guessing around a week. It had felt like years. Everyday they had had something new, but the same old questions and everyday I answered their questions ad they wouldn't believe me, so I had stopped answering after the second day and had remained silent for the rest of it. It was kind of funny, I had escaped my brother but was still be tortured by him. I decided to risk it and open my eyes just enough to see who was dabbing me with the wet stuff. "You're awake." He said in a low and husky voice. I tried to blink the blur away but my eyes wouldn't focus. I went to turn away from him, but my hand was attached to something heavy that jingled, shackles? My feet as well. I was laid out on a bed I presumed, as an X shape. Legs wide open and arms stretched to the sides. This was twisted. "So your awake." A deep and sexy voice spoke to me. Don't think about the sexy voice. This guy will probably torture me the same as the others. I had come to the realisation that my world would be forever tortured. Even when I had tried to kill myself my brother would not give me the freedom of death. I thought it best to keep quiet, there was no point in engaging. They obviously had a vendetta against my brother and defending myself hadn't worked so maybe silence would speak volumes for me.  I tried to swallow but my mouth was dry from not having enough water. I was at the point I no longer wanted food, there was a constant ache inside my stomach that was making me sick. "Tell me about your brother." The sexy voice coaxed. I sighed and opened my eyes hoping the blurriness had subsided. The man in front of me was gorgeous, beautiful. He's the guy you'd want on a calendar but as every single month. "Are you going to talk?" the voice came again after a pause. I gave in, maybe one more plea with these people and they would see I was just a victim. "I don't know anything though." "About?" "Namen." I spat the word out. He would kill me if he knew I even said his name to one of his enemies. Namen had been torturing me for years. Being kidnapped and tortured by someone else wasn't exactly a rescue but it was nice that there was a reason behind the pain. Namen had done cruel things, everything from whipping me for his pleasure while some of his whores would suck his c**k or ride him. Apparently whipping his naked sister turned him on. The list of transgressions he made against me was long. "Yes." The man had obviously not picked up on the venom in my voice. "Look you can ask me questions, but I don't know anything," It felt embarrassing to say I was kept as a house pet for him to do as he pleased. Even the whores got better treatment that I had gotten. "You're his sister, we heard rumors that you're his most trusted confidant." I tried to laugh but my throat was so dry it came out like a wheeze. "Your information is terrible." He frowned. "No, it came from your brothers own mouth. He said to me that you were the one he shared everything with." I shook my head and said "Then you have played into one of his games. Namen..." I stopped, what was I going to say? He ruined me? Every time he would bring me out to play it would be a series on Bondage that I didn't get a safe word to. "What are you thinking?" He asked me with a curious expression. I made my face blank. Miles The look on her face before she had gone blank had been like a knife in my gut. The girl had looked as though she was remembering the worst memory and something told me it hadn't been her recent run in with my men. Who were well, dead now. I never wanted her to be hurt. Well that wasn't true. I was going to do the same thing my men had done but that was before I had seen her sweet face masked with pain as my men had been slicing her arm with small cuts. I looked down at her body, there was a beautiful, in fact gorgeous body underneath all the scars and bruises. How had she gotten them? Maybe she was telling the truth, maybe she was a victim just as much as everyone else. She wasn't going to answer my question. "Esther, how did you get these scars?" She looked at me with a frown. "Why do you care? Your men just gave me more." "Yes, and they paid for that with their lives." I looked her up and down, I felt my c**k harden. She was stunning. Her long brown hair was spread underneath her it came half way down her legs. She had large breasts, skinny waist and hips that made me want to bury my c**k in her p***y. In fact why didn't I? Wasn't she my prisoner? I brushed my finger over her stomach going down towards her beautiful p***y, which was clean, no hair at all. In fact despite the bruises her body was perfectly manicured. Why? Her body looked like it was ready for s*x. I mentally shook my head.  "If you are not his most trusted confident what are you to him?"  The girl looked at me with a strange gleam in her eye.  "I am the pet he likes to torture." Anger swirled inside me. Had Namen given her all these scars? The closer I looked it was interesting that none had touched her face.  No, she was just trying to make me feel sorry for her. I wasn't going to fall into her trap.  "I don't believe you." I said to her.  She looked away and stayed silent.