Quinn- Wolves MC

16

Quinn

Cold water drenched my body making me jolt in my seat. Breathing hard as my body tries to regulate I don't get enough time to prepare myself as the duct tape is ripped from my mouth and eyes. It was a sensory over load, and before I could stop myself I leaned forward and threw up the contents of my stomach.

"Fuck!" Someone clips as I manage to see just where I had vomited.

It was someone's shoes. Boots. The kind the guards wear.

"You little cunt, what the hell did you do that for?" Roger bites out, his fingers lacing into the back of my hair as he jerks my head back.

I'm bound to a chair with thick layers of silver duct tape. They didn't want me going anywhere. The fact that I was tied up didn't bother me as much as the fact that I wasn't wearing the clothes I went to sleep in. They changed me.

The only thing keeping my head up was Roger's hand as whatever they had given me continues to control my limbs. Everything from the neck down was numb and cold.

"Relax there Roger, it's normal for them to throw up after waking up. The drug you gave her, it causes that reaction. And it also makes questioning easier since now she has nothing in her stomach. She'll be hungry soon, probably thirsty and she won't be able to hold out that long with out it." Roy had a smirk on his smug face.

If I could lift my arms I'd smack it off him.

"What's your plan for me Roy?" I croak out my voice rough from stomach acid, my chest aching from the dry heaving I'd done after everything initially came up.

"My plan? You want to know my plan?" He taunts grabbing a metal backed chair and dragging it over.

It's legs scrapped loudly like a shrieking cat or nails on a chalk board across the concrete of the damp wear house. We had to have been in the community, the sound of commands came from outside making my ears buzz.

"I wanted you dead. If I had it my way I'd have choked you to death in that room, or I'd have shot you dead in the back of the SUV. If Shawn didn't have a stick up his ass about you, I could have gotten rid of you by now, God knows I have had plenty of chances."

He stops the chair abruptly and sits down into it his eyes piercing into mine.

"He doesn't want me dead?" I ask and that's when Roy gives me a smile.

One that sent a chill straight to my bones.

"I'm afraid that my plan is so much nicer than what Shawn has in store for you."

My fingers manage to tighten on the armrests of the chair. I should have left before I felt safe, I should have come back here. Raising kids would have been better than what Shawn will do to me for running. Oh god, I fucked up.

As if he heard his name the door slides open and in strolls Shawn with a smile etched into his aging face. He was around fifty and wasn't aging well. His skin sagged and his eyes seemed to pop from his head. He has more gray hairs since the last time I saw him a few weeks ago.

"Well if it isn't my little sunshine!" He exclaims as two guards shut the door behind them and stand guard.

Fear hit my chest as I tried to shrink back and make myself as small as possible. I wasn't allowed to move much since Roger jerked my hair making me stay rigid.

"That will do, thank you Roger." Shawn says giving an approved nod as Roger moves away from me.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask finding my voice.

"Well, you see in the time that you've been away I have had time for some... self reflection. And it turns out that you weren't as useful as a mother hen as I thought you'd be. See, you have my brand on you, yet you don't behave. You run when I tell you to sit. You aren't a good little dog, and I think you still have potential." He pauses his speech to look behind him at the wall in front of me. Then he gives a little wave. "See that?" He asks pointing to a blinking spot on the wall.

I nod.

"That's our little camera. Roger told me how cozy you were in another mans arms. This biker king has tainted your pure body and soul. And do you remember what we do when you are tainted?"

I freeze as I stare at Shawn. My lips trembled as it dawns on me what is going to happen.

"Now you may be wondering why we need this on tape, well... we are going to send it to your little biker king. As a gift for us getting you back. He played right into our plan once we figured out where you had wandered off to."

"Though this won't stop us from going in and exterminating those little pests. We've been meaning to get rid of them and it seems you have moved our time line up." Shawn reach forward running a finger down my cheek.

I flinched away only making him smile. He retracts his hand before leaning down into my face.

"I'm sorry about this sunshine, but you've been a bad little girl."

I wanted to cry, but I knew it would only give him the satisfaction.

"But I'll go easy on you if you tell me everything that club knows about our set up." Shawns face went cold as he looked at me.

It was like he had just flipped a switch and now he was no longer a feeling human being, if he'd ever been at one time.

"They don't know anything." I say.

They probably knew more than they should. More than anyone should know about this damn place.

The look Shawn gives me says he doesn't believe a word I say.

"So we're going to do this the hard way. Fine by me."

He motions for Roy and one of the other guards to come forward before he orders them to untie me.

I begin to fight since there was only so much they could do to me if I was sitting in the chair. They get me out and I'm done for. But unfortunately even with my adrenaline kicking in, my body parts were still off in lala land.

Roy leans down to undo the duct tape holding my arm in place and I take the opportunity to head butt him. My brain rattled at the impact, but I couldn't exactly feel the pain yet. Roy jerks back blood running from his nose as his nostrils flare. That's when he gives back what he got and slaps me hard across my face, his ring bruising my cheek bone.

"Get her up." Shawn urges. "She's just a little girl, I don't need her making a fool out of you men twice."

The duct tape is broke before metal cuffs are locked around my wrists. I'm heaved to my feet while the metal cuffs are holding me up by a chain in the ceiling. My fingers were numb and my arms felt heavy.

Shawn turns to the camera, his back to me as I notice what he is now holding. The blood drains from my face as it becomes more real. This was going to happen.

"I hope you enjoy the show." He says before turning on me.

He tosses Roy the whip making me jerk away from where he was behind me.

"Roger, be a dear and cut her shirt off for me." Roy sneers all too happy to get to lay into me.

I feel my hair move before the shark point of a knife scrape against my skin while he saws my shirt off leaving me in a bra.

"Bra too?" Roger asks sounding eager to get me completely bare.

"Leave it on." Shawn orders and I hear the disappointed sigh come from Roger before he strolls away.

Even if my bra were cut I'd still be covered in front.

"Now, tell me what they know."

I don't say anything, instead something in me broke or came loose as I'm put back into a position like all those weeks ago. There was no getting out of this, and I didn't owe these assholes anything. I just stare at the floor and wait for the leather whip to dig into my old scars.

Shawn must have gave the motion to whip me, and as soon as the searing sting rips into my back I bite my lip managing not to cry out. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

"Just tell me what I want to know and this can all be over Sunshine." Shawn pleads almost like he was the one being whipped and not me.

Again I don't respond, and another series of slashes crack. With every impact some part of me grows cold, and I can't help but look up at Shawn. His eyes track me as I let out an abrupt laugh.

"I'm fine, keep going." I grunt out pain straining my voice as I let my head hang forward my energy dwindling.