Tiny's Sweet Obsession

40: Ultimate Control

Lily POV

In the first few hours, the men showed me their house, where I would sleep, and a closet full of "approved" clothes I could wear. They allowed me an hour to bathe and clean up before joining them for dinner.

I filled the tub halfway, knowing I didn't have time to fill the entire tub before dinner. I wanted to scrub myself clean, considering I hadn't since the shower incident, but I sat frozen in the tub. Reality finally caught up to me, and my mind spiraled down the rabbit hole.

How did this happen? I had a sliver of hope when I was still in the same state as Tiny, but now I am across the country and have none. I don't know if Tiny and the Riders are looking for me. The Devil's Disciples never mentioned anyone looking for me. Then again, I was too strung out to remember, even if they had.

I drained the tub and dried off, but the drugs started wearing off, and the shaking started. With shaking hands, I zipped up the short brown skirt over my black stockings and pulled a cream-knit sweater over my head. Staring at myself, I covered myself, hiding from them, which was the goal. I kept my makeup light and simple and took a few deep breaths before heading downstairs.

When my foot hit the last step, all eyes snapped to me, and my nerves picked back up. Mr. Warner walked over and offered his hand, and I hesitantly took it. It wasn't rough like Tiny's, and it felt wrong in my hand. But I knew I needed to play the game to live.

He led me to the formal dining table, where I sat next to Mr. Warner and across from Grumpy because I refused to call him anything else. Mr. Asher took the head of the table. A waiter filled up the water and wine glasses. However, he paused when he reached mine.

"Water only," Asher said, and the waiter filled up my water glass and left.

So this is what he meant when he said they would decide everything for me. Sean was particular about things and often used his anger to get me to do what he wanted. But this is beyond controlling someone. It is a dictatorship.

I stared at my empty plate, not wanting to speak out of turn and get in trouble the first day. I never thought living with Sean and being "groomed" by him and his friends would benefit me, but I was wrong. Again.

"What do you think of your room, Lily?" Mr. Warner asked, smiling at me.

"It's nice. Thank you," I answered, avoiding his gaze.

Mr. Warner grabbed my thigh, squeezing it. He leaned over, whispering, "Don't forget your manners."

"Sir," I squeaked out.

He hummed in my ear, and I held my breath as two waiters returned with our food. Mr. Warner backed away but didn't let go of my leg. Instead, he rubbed his thumb over my tights, and if it weren't for the protective layer, he could feel chills running across my body.

I tried to focus on eating my soup, but my stomach was in knots. The waiter cleared my half-eaten soup and brought out the main course. Thankfully, Mr. Warner removed his hand from me, and I could breathe. I ate about half my plate in silence before stopping.

Grumpy cleared his throat, mumbling, "You need to eat more."

I looked up to see him staring at me, almost willing me to eat more food. "I don't think I can," I admitted.

"It wasn't a request," he growled. "You will need your strength for later."

Later? What the hell does that mean? All I plan on doing later is sleeping. Alone.

Putting my head back down, I ate most of the plate, and when Mr. Asher noticed me playing with my food, he said I could be done. We moved to the couch, and I sat between Mr. Grumpy and Mr. Warner.

We sat on the couch and watched a show, but all I could think about was Grumpy's words. My mind raced with all the possibilities of what tonight could hold, but none sounded pleasant. If there is one thing I have learned about controlling people, it's that they will do whatever it takes to get what they want, and that terrifies me.

Eventually, Mr. Warner stood and asked for my hand. Knowing I couldn't refuse, I put my smaller hand in his, and he led me upstairs while the others trailed behind.

Whatever happens upstairs, it won't last forever. Tiny and the others will find me, and I will be home soon. If not... I don't even want to think about it.

*****

My heart pounded as I stood with Mr. Asher and Grumpy in the bedroom while Mr. Warner went to the closet. The fear of the unknown and what would happen next made me shake. But most of the shaking came from the withdrawal of the drugs. The last time Diesel gave me anything was almost twenty-four hours ago, and the effects were taking effect.

"Nervous, little one?" Mr. Asher whispered in my ear, causing me to jump.

Nothing came out of my mouth, and I knew I couldn't let him know about the withdrawals, so I nodded yes.

"Words," he demanded.

"Yes, sir. I'm nervous," I answered.

He hummed behind me as he ran his hand up my thigh, over my skirt, and down the side of my abdomen, under my sweater. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep still and not cause any problems, resulting in punishment.

Mr. Warner came out of the closet holding a red matching lingerie set, smiling. "I think this would look nice tonight. Don't you think so?" he asked, looking at the men behind me.

I could hear growls and hums behind me, sending shivers down my spine and fear coursing through me. These men were far more dangerous and controlling than I was ready for or my "training" with Sean prepared me for. Sean is a beast in and of himself, but after a few drinks and hits he's satisfied. However, I'm afraid I will never give enough of myself to satisfy these three men.

"Let's get you out of these clothes and into this," Mr. Warner teased, holding the lingerie out for me.

I stood frozen, taking deep breaths, but a brick wall met my back, and I knew if I didn't move soon, there would be trouble.

"Strip," Grumpy ordered.

This is my worst nightmare. I was sold to men, far worse than Sean, and no one knows where I am. I'm states away from Tiny, scared shitless, and regretting taking the deal with Sean and the Devil's Disciples.