Chapter 7: Captive
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Water being thrown in my face woke me
up. I sat up coughing and spluttering, and when I was over the shock I saw Nick bent down watching me with a smirk on his face.
“Time to wake up.”
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Seven.”
“In the morning!”
My horrified reaction made him laugh softly, and he replied, “yeah, don’t want to waste the day away.”
“Because you have such fun activities planned for us?” I asked Sarcastically.
He only grinned and then stood up and went over to Sarah. He sat on the edge of her cot bed and gently stroked her hair. “Wake up, beautiful.”
“Pfft, no water for her then,” I grumbled to myself, but he overheard me and said, “only the pretty ones get my personal attention.”
I never hated being an empath more than I did right now, his words stung, and I wished I didn’t give a crap.
I still loved my mates’ more than anything in the world, but the connection between me and Nick clung to me, caressed me, and the longer I spent around him the more I could feel it slowly wrapping itself around me and tightening its hold. I had never felt anything like it before, I didn’t understand it and it scared me.
Sarah slowly sat up and cuddled in against Nick’s chest. A growl escaped me and I slammed a hand over my mouth. What the hell had that been.
He looked over at me and rose an eyebrow. I don’t know if he would have said anything because, who I assumed was his brother came down to us. He. Was. Scary.
He was around 6,6, so he was two inches taller than Nick, they were both very muscular, but I think the height of this guy made him appear bigger and all the more intimidating, that and the fact he was completely cold and devoid of any emotion.
He had dark blonde hair like Nick but didn’t have the lighter tones running through, he had the same piercing green eyes but not the golden flecks running through either . He was very attractive but gave off a terrifying energy.
He walked in and Nick grinned, “Joel, there you are.” Joel ignored him and came over to me.
He grabbed me by the throat and dragged me to my feet, leaving our faces inches apart. He smelt me and said, “I can smell you have more than one mate, I wonder if you can take all three c.ocks at the same time? Shall we find out?”
“No! I can’t, please don’t make me do anything.”
Smiling coldly, he said, “since you asked so politely, we won’t try it, not today anyway.”
He sat down next to me and stroked my hair. “I like you,” he whispered.
“You don’t want her she’s boring, come have Sarah, she’s missed you.”
This was such a weird situation and I watched as Sarah got up, her chains were longer than mine, allowing her to run in to Joel’s arms. She full on kissed him on the lips and tried undoing his trousers.
“Easy honey, there’s no rush,” he grinned, showing the first bit of emotion.
“I want you both to be mine, I don’t want to share you with her,” she pouted and then glared at me.
He stroked her hair and I kid you not, he had her sit on the cot bed, undid his jeans, leaving me to no illusion he was way bigger than my mates’ and they were pretty big. I thought he would just give her what she clearly wanted, but he asked, “are you thirsty?”
Nick pulled a face and muttered, “that again?”
“What? She likes it.”
She nodded eagerly, and he started to p.iss on her. It was a lot, and he did it all over her body, head, face, then he made her open up and swallow some. She enjoyed it so much I actually wondered for just a split second whether she’d been kidnapped at all and if she even needed rescuing.
“I’m hungry too,” she grinned.
Holding his c***k, he said, “yeah? You hungry for this, sweetie?”
She nodded, and he let her grab it and shove it in her mouth, trying to take as much of him in as she could, she sucked hungrily and desperately, gagging and dribbling and everything.
I blushed watching such explicit acts being done in front of me while Nick looked bored.
A couple of times I’d caught Nick looking cold and empty like his brother, it made me wonder if his smirky personality was just an act.
Joel stroked Sarah’s hair while she sucked, and he murmured, “you’re really hungry aren’t you baby?”
She nodded, still sucking, and he chuckled, “keep sucking it, and you can swallow all the cream I’m going to explode in your pretty little mouth.”
He wasn’t kidding, he did explode, he came a lot, Jax always came a lot, but this guy was insane, he came so much it filled her mouth up and still dribbled down her chin and onto the floor.
She swallowed all of it and cleaned him up with her mouth. I was just glad it was over but, nope, of course not! He got on top of her and started having s**x, quite gentle surprisingly until she begged him to be harder, then he f.ucked her rough and hard until she came screaming and scratched his back with her nails.
He stood up and did his jeans back up when he asked Nick, “you want a go on her?”
“No, I f.ucking don’t.”
Joel slapped his back playfully and then, gently picking Sarah up whispered, “let’s get you cleaned up.”
It wasn’t long before he brought her back fresh and clean, and then he left, seeming quiet and satisfied.
I needed to get the hell out of here.
Nick shook his head and followed him, muttering to us, “I’ll bring your food soon girls.”
As soon as they were gone, I asked Sarah, “don’t you want to escape?”
“No!”
“Why not? You may think you need them or that you love them, but you don’t.”
“Yes I do! This isn’t stock Holme syndrome, I know you think it is, but it isn’t! I was scared when they first brought me here, of course, but over time I learned they never hurt me, they were kind and fed me and let me go upstairs to clean myself or use the bathroom, they haven’t treated me like some caged animal.”
When I looked around at the room and then her bruised arms, she sat up and said, “I understand they need my trust before I can stay up there with them fully, they try to make this as comfortable for me as possible, the bruises are from Joel because I ask for him to do it.”
“Beat you up!” I asked with wide eyes.”
She giggled and blushed, “no, I like the rough werewolf s**x and I like it when he pins me down enough to bruise, I like a bit of pain, but he has always stopped if I don’t like something, I know he seems scary, but he is actually very sweet.”
I knew, thanks to Romulus, that by werewolf s**x she meant she liked the rough kind that could kill a human.
“So you like them?”
“I love them, I want them both to be my mates, Nicks just being stubborn about it.”
I didn’t dare mention him being my second chance mate, I had a strong feeling she would try to kill me herself if she found out.
I thought being brought here could help me save her, but I was starting to think she didn’t really need saving.
I shook myself from my thoughts, of course she did, she was just confused, they’d probably love bombed her or some crap, either way, I’d drag her kicking and screaming if I had to, if I knew anything it was that Nick was not the type of killer to leave any victims alive.
He came back an hour later and carefully took the time to bring a tray down each for us, it had orange juice, toast, scrambled egg and sausages. I didn’t understand him at all, why bother if he was just going to off us?
“Is it poisoned?” I asked, hey, I wanted to be sure.
He gave me a dirty look and kicked it towards me. “Don’t be stupid, when I kill you it will be slow and bloody and messy, poisoning is too boring for my tastes.”
He said it so casually, a shiver of fear went through me, Jax could be calm when talking about killing, but he was nowhere close to being evil like this guy, he would never hurt innocent people, Nick was Jax’s type of victim and I wished he was here right now to come save me. I missed my mates’ and their warmth and their love.
Just thinking about them made me start to cry, I loved them so much, and I just wanted to be with them.
Nick frowned at me and asked, “why are you crying? You don’t like meat or something?”
I might have laughed if it wasn’t such a serious situation. I tried to calm myself and said, “I want my mates’ and to be home with them and my children.”
He grew cold and said, “you have kids?”
I nodded, and I saw him thinking and mutter, “shit.”
Looking at me, he said, “don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you, you’re not my type anyway, but I can’t have you running off and telling them where I am, for now, you stay, but when it’s over, I will let you go.”
“Why?”
“I’m not so evil as to take a kids’ mother from them.”
“Why are you even doing all of this? You just get off on killing and r.aping blondes and red heads?”
I was surprised when he grew angry and snapped, “I’m not a f.ucking r.apist, I don’t know where you heard that s.hit, but it’s not true. And these blondes and red heads I target are not innocent.”
“What does that mean?”
“The only reason Sarah isn’t dead yet is because she isn’t the right victim, I sent my brother out to get one for me, and he stupidly liked Sarah and f.ucking brought her here.”
When I just looked at him confused, he said, “she’s a wereleopard, I hunt skin walkers.”
“Skin walkers? I thought that was just another name for us?”
He pulled a face like I was stupid and answered, “no, they are their own species, and they are f.ucking vile creatures.”
“Why?”
“Because they quite literally wear other people’s skin.”
That sent a very unpleasant image in my head and I shook it off and asked, “why are you so hell bent on killing them?”
“Because they f.ucking killed them!” He yelled and punched the wall.
“Who?” I whispered.
He was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself and gritted, “doesn’t matter, stop asking so many f.ucking questions.”
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