Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~52~

A few days passed, and my thighs were still a little sore from when they punished me... and then when Callan fucked me. They didn't try to do anything with me, much to my disappointment. They refused to let me sleep or even shower in my room. A few pieces of my clothes were in their closets, and my shampoo and necessities were in their bathrooms.

I stayed home today, feeling a little ill. Zachary had to leave to go to work, Callan was called in for a meeting, and I didn't bother Atticus about it.

I roamed around the house aimlessly, sniffling my runny nose. I debated on cooking something but I wasn't very hungry. I sat on the couch, watching random channels. My eyelids felt heavy, and my head started to hurt a little. I closed my eyes and lay down, falling into a peaceful sleep.

I was slightly awakened by being lifted into someone's arms. I inhaled slowly, hearing a soft sound.

"Shh, it's okay. I've got you." Atticus whispered, I smiled softly and rested my head against his shoulder, falling back to sleep.

Something about this felt different. I relaxed realizing it was just my sickly brain.

I couldn't stay awake anymore, falling asleep in his arms.

When he told me he loved me, I didn't know how to react so I simply cried.

I didn't know whether or not I could actually trust him when he said he loved me. The last time someone told me that, they abused me. Joshua was my first 'love'. He was the person I confided in when my parents died. He was the person who I trusted when I began seeing things.

Then he betrayed that trust. He constantly told me he loved me. He hurt me and then apologized, telling me he loved me so much and that he'd never do that again. And I believed him. That's why I stayed with him for so long.

But after a while, every 'I love you' sounded more and more fake. I no longer believed him when he would tell me it.

But when Atticus said it, I felt something that I've never felt before, not with my parents, not with Joshua, not even with Milo.

And I realized that I loved him too.

Hell, I loved all three of them. They made me realize things I've never realized before, they validated my feelings instead of ignoring them. And they listened. I've given my body over to them, as I have my heart. I could only hope they would take care of it.

Lee has been encouraging me and has been by my side for a while now, he was no longer like an ex-professor. He was more like a friend now. His health has gotten a lot better now. He has been recuperating at a fast pace. I got close to his wife and daughter, confiding in them about a few things. His daughter even invited me over to see her baby.

I've found my family. They may not be by blood, but they were more family to me than my blood. Milo, Atticus, Callan, Zachary, Ethan, Lee, and even Lee's family took me in.

So many positive things have happened in such little time and I couldn't be more grateful for it. Before I met my men, my life was a sack full of shit. Now it's better than anything. Sure, there are a few secrets that still linger between us, but some things are better left unsaid. As long as it doesn't hurt me or them, I'm fine with it.

I was finally happy.

~

I stirred awake at the sound of someone talking, my eyes opened slowly and I turned over, trying to sleep again. My bed felt different. I opened my eyes again and assessed the room I was in. It wasn't mine. And it didn't belong to any of my guys. I felt something against my ankles, making me sit up quickly.

I was chained to the bed by my ankles.

The noise from the chains alerted whoever was talking, making them go silent. A few beats passed and the heavy door opened, revealing such a familiar face.

"Hello, Brooklyn." He spoke, his thick Russian accent making my ears ring. He sounded like Atticus. A little too much like him. "I hope you slept okay."

"Who are you?" I whisper nervously, trying to keep as much space between him and I. I look down at myself, noticing I wasn't wearing my previous outfit. I was wearing a white gown, something similar to that of a hospital gown.

"I'm your friend, honey." He said, leaning forward and grabbing my ankle. I try to kick him off of me but fail. "Stop fighting."

"Where am I?" I ask, trying to move away from him as he slowly crawls closer.

"That's none of your concern. I'm just doing my job, honey." He grins sinisterly, pinning me down on the bed. "All I need now is for your little boyfriend to come to rescue you and I get to kill two birds with one stone."

Seeing him up close, everything fell into place.

His eyes were too familiar to not remember. He was the man who almost kidnapped me in the hospital. He was the man at the taco place. He was my stalker.

And now he's got me. But how is he here if Cat got him? Did he escape?

"Who a-are you?" I ask again, my voice stuttering involuntarily. He leans down, brushing his lips against my cheek. I cringe, trying to move away. My body felt so weak that I could hardly move. Why was I suddenly so limp?

"Atticus hasn't been truthful with you, huh?" He whispered, kissing my cheek. I felt like vomiting, I wanted to pull away but my body felt like it was becoming paralyzed. He moved from my cheek to my neck.

I tried to scream for help but my voice was slurred and I couldn't get it out of my throat. He leans away and grins at me. That's when I realized how he looked scarily similar to Atticus.

"You're such a pretty little thing, no wonder all of them wanted to share you. You're lucky someone's waiting on you. I would've seen for myself what made you so addicting to them." He hums, getting off the bed. He grabs something from the bedside table. I glanced over, seeing a syringe and two vials of something. I tried to read what was on them but failed.

He pockets them and releases my ankle from the chain, hoisting me over his shoulder. I tried to flail but once again, my body was limp. I was paralyzed. I couldn't scream, I couldn't talk, and I couldn't cry. I felt so many emotions inside of me that it hurt.

I tried to memorize each turn and step he took, trying to map out the place. But my damn mind would forget it right after I memorized it. Finally, we stop.

I heard the voice of someone I wished I'd never see again.

"My sweet pet." Joshua cooed, making everything in my body bile to my throat. The man who held me dropped me to the floor, making my limp body fall to Joshua's feet.

"I want my payment." The man said, I couldn't see what was going on, my cheek was pressed against the hardwood floors.

"Relax, Alek. You will get your payment once it's finished wiring to your account." Joshua said, turning my body to face him. He smiled sweetly at me, petting my face. I wanted to cry, to scream, to go back to my men... but I couldn't.

I felt so weak, so helpless, and so vulnerable.

"In the meantime, go find your brother. I wouldn't want Atticus coming for what's mine." Joshua said, staring into my soul.

Brother? Atticus had a brother? Surely he would've told me about this... wouldn't he?

"He'll come eventually. And when he does, I'll kill him before he can even step foot on the property. Along with his boyfriends." Alek said smugly. I felt his shoe hike my gown up, revealing my lower half. "She'll be paralyzed for the next hour or so. I gave her the dose before she woke up."

"We have some catching up to do. But since she can't talk... We'll have to catch up some other way."

If there is a God out there, please save me.