Sin For Me

Chapter 21

Content warnings:
- Mentions of violence, but it's towards a sexual offender so...deserved violence.
- Mentions of rape & sexual abuse [on Nathan's part, and it's very brief but please do not read if these subjects are triggering to you.]
- Bondage & sensory deprivation later in the chapter.
- A clear power dynamic
- Dominant/Submissive role
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Vivian's Point Of View.
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I drove slowly, one hand on the wheel and my other hand on the gear stick.
I found myself in a rather deserted area, pulling up to park outside of an abandoned warehouse.

I got out of the car, a cloud of dust and dirt forming as my heel hit the ground.
I grimaced.
I hated being in this area but given the circumstances, I had no choice.

I was about to participate in strenuous, and highly illegal, activity.
So, I had to do it as far away from civilization as possible.

If Avery had to know what I was doing out here, I wonder if she would see me any differently.
As a sociopath, maybe?
But I was doing what had to be done.
Even if that meant torturing someone while my baby laid at home, sleeping peacefully without a clue as to what I was participating in.

I unbuttoned my blazer and took a lollipop out of my pocket, sticking it in my mouth for some kind of comfort.
I adjusted my sunglasses as to not let my eyes show while I walked into the warehouse.

It was rusty and extremely worn down.
It didn't even have decent flooring anymore, just cement ground.
The inside of the building was also actually really cold, despite how hot it was outside.

"Boss." I heard one of the men that I had hired greet me.
"Mhm." I acknowledged him with a slight nod, "How is he?"
"Not good."
"He giving anything up?"
"No."
I clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes, "Then what am I hiring you for, huh?"
He rubbed the back if his head, "Sorry, boss."
"Don't be sorry, be better."

In my many years as a business owner, I learned one thing: You had to be tough, and even that was a big understatement.
You had to make sure that nobody would or even could fuck with you.

I stuck my hands in my pockets, twirling the lollipop in my mouth as I walked towards the back of the warehouse.
The six foot tall man walked behind me like a meek lamb, awaiting my next instruction.

As we reached the back, I opened the door.
It made a loud sound as the metal scrapped against the cement floor, a sound irritating enough to make your skin crawl and your teeth itch.

Behind the door was another group of men.
All of them tall, mascular and extremely rough around the edges. Most of them were covered in scars, tattoos, what have you.
All of them were extremely intimidating, especially in a large group.
Although once I opened the door they all lowered their heads to me as a sign of respect, stepping aside to reveal the reason I had come to this shit hole in the first place.

Nathan.

He sat tied up very securely in a chair, a bag over his head and cries escaping his throat.

"Hello, Ms.Black." One of the men greeted.
I nodded to him as well, "I hear that you guys haven't gotten anything out of him yet."
"Unfortunately not, ma'am."

I had gotten this group of thugs to address me in the most humble way possible.
I wasn't just feared, I was respected.

I walked towards Nathan, taking the bag off of his head and throwing it aside.
"Pig." I greeted.
Nathan looked up at me, although he could barely see me as both of his eyes were blue and bloodied.