Tiny's Sweet Obsession

43: Uncomfortable and Unfit

Lily POV

Wanting to keep myself covered as long as possible, I started with my sweater and dragged it over my head before folding it and placing it on the bench at the end of the bed. Thankfully, I wore a tank top underneath, so I undid the buttons on my skirt and shimmied out of it, placing it with my sweater. Next, my tank top came off, and a low growl came from behind me.

Knuckles met my bare side, sliding up my body, and it took everything in me not to fall over from the shaking and my locked knees.

"Keep going," Mr. Warner said, nodding.

With shaking hands, I pushed my tights down my legs, squatting to take them off. The only things left were my bra and underwear. Reaching behind me, I tried to undo the clasp to my bra, but my hands shook too much.

Large hands moved mine out of the way and undid it for me, forcing the straps down my arms and falling to the floor. Mr. Warner smirked, stepped up to me, and kneeled, his eyes never leaving mine. They were dark, almost black, and nothing like Tiny's beautiful, calming green eyes. The ones that assure me everything will be okay.

But reality snaked up my legs as Mr. Warner's hands reached into the band of my underwear and pulled them off.

I stood stark naked in front of these men, who looked at me like I was a piece of meat ready to be devoured. They all stalked around me, taking in my body with a hungry look in their eyes, causing me to shake. Their rough hands reached out with feather-light touches but stopped at my ribs and arms.

"What happened here? Why all the bruises?" Mr. Asher growled, touching my ribs.

"Um..." I trailed off, unsure of what to say.

If I tell them Sean beat me, they may lose their shit and send me back, which would only cause more bruises. Or they see it as an opportunity to follow in Sean's footsteps.

"Answer us," he warned, gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"I fell," I lied. "I wasn't looking where I was going and ran into the stairs banister at the Disciples clubhouse. I'm a klutz and easily hurt myself."

Mr. Asher stared at me while Mr. Warner gave a questioning look to Grumpy. No one said anything as they continued to inspect my body, and the overwhelming sensation to run took hold of me. After walking around me several times, Mr. Asher sighed.

"It's not ideal, but at least we know she will follow directions, or will with a little push," he said to the others with a smirk on his face.

They nodded in agreement and Mr. Asher handed me the red lingerie set, and I took it from him without touching him. I attempted to put it on, but there were numerous straps, and I didn't know where to start.  

"Give it here. Let me show you," Mr. Asher said, holding out his hand, annoyed at my lack of knowledge.

The idea of someone dressing me creeped me out, but I had no choice. Mr. Asher kneeled and tapped one of my legs, silently instructing me to lift it, and I did, holding onto his shoulders for balance. Then he did the same with the other leg. He then took the corset bra from Grumpy and instructed me to turn around, and I did.

"Arms up," he instructed, and I did. He placed the corset around my abdomen and held it tightly as someone else came up behind me and tightly laced it together.

"Beautiful," Mr. Warner breathed in my ear. "Go lay on the bed on your back."

Shit. Shit. Shit!

I slowly made my way to the bed, scooting onto it, not wanting to give them a view of my ass. I leaned back on my elbows, wanting to keep my eyes on the guys, afraid of what would happen if I didn't.

"Lay down Lily. Do as you're told," Grumpy growled.

Scared, I laid back, staring at the ceiling, nauseous from the unknown these guys had in store for me. At least with Sean, I knew the sex didn't last long. His hits would come, and he would either pass out from the alcohol, or I would from his fists. We had sex, but never for long, and not with multiple men.

Or rape. Right?

Think Lily! If you don't think of something quick, they'll use you and do whatever they want. Sean was one type of monster, but these men are a whole other beast. Tiny and the other Riders aren't coming, and it's time to stand up for yourself.

They all stalked towards the bed, undoing their shirts, and I wriggled on the bed. I could feel the bed dip to my left and saw Mr. Warner smirk.

He whispered in my ear. "Let's see what training you have and what we need to correct."

Hands slid over my body, and the closer they got to my breasts and neck, the more I panicked.

Without thinking, I blurted, "I lied!"

Everything stopped, and silence fell over the room.

"I didn't fall, and I didn't get an IV," I whispered, closing my eyes.

I braced for physical impact, but it never came. After taking a few deep breaths, I opened my eyes and found three angry men staring at me.

"Get up," Mr. Warner snapped, grabbing my arm and helping me up whether I wanted it or not.

Standing at the foot of the bed, I picked at the straps of my lingerie, staring at the floor, not wanting to speak out of line again. They all gathered in front of me, and I continued to stare at their shoes.

"Talk," Mr. Asher demanded.

"They told me to lie to you about how I got the marks on my arms, and if I didn't, then they would kill me," I whispered, looking at him.

"You better give us the fucking truth or we will kill out, Grumpy stated.

"I - they forced me to test their drug shipments to make sure they were pure before distributing them," I answered.

"How many times?" he asked.

"Twice," I said, my mind wandering back to being held down and wishing I was anywhere but there.

"And the bruises?" Mr. Warner asked, pointing to my abdomen.

"Sean," I answered truthfully.

"Hmmm," Mr. Asher said, and they all walked out of the room, closing the door behind them.

What if they send me back to the Devil's Disciples clubhouse? They would for sure kill me. If they keep me, then I'm still a dead woman walking. It's only a matter of time because something gives, and I am caught in the middle.

Ten minutes later, they all stalked back into the room, looking even more intimidating and daunting.

"Unfortunately, we asked for a pure, untouched girl, and the Disciples failed to deliver. As a result, through no fault of your own, you are unfit for our purposes, and therefore, we are dismissing you," Mr. Asher curtly stated.

Pure? Untouched? Unfit? What the fuck is happening?