Devil With a Shotgun

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

<Victoria Grayson>

Things have gotten progressively worse since my ray of sunshine this morning. The door to the basement torture chamber is soundproof so I have been left alone with my own fear for God only knows how long. The soft whisper of my own breathing, mixed with the silence of the empty space is driving me absolutely insane. The constant rubbing of the handcuffs against my wrists has caused a bright red ring of irritation on my skin, which is painful to the touch.

My mother had come down some time ago to collect the untouched tray and glower at me some more. I thought maybe I'd be left alone after that but then Talon, flanked by two henchmen, decided to pay me a visit and I knew that wouldn't end well. They stand above me, sneering, for what has to be at least five minutes. They don't say anything which makes me grateful because I know the minute they start running their mouths, a new reign of torture will begin. 

I hold my breath in the silence as the sneering and evil chuckling continues. My throat is tight from the thoughts of what happened last night and my stomach is doing somersaults at the prospect of what could be coming. Just hold onto your faith; they can only break you if you let them...

"How's the dungeon treating you?" Talon asks without really expecting an answer.

"Better than hell's going to be treating you soon enough," I respond smoothly, knowing full-well the effect my words are having on him.

"Apparently my lesson last night didn't do the trick." Talon glides slowly towards me.

"I'd give it an A for effort." I retort sarcastically, doing my best to mask the fear in my voice.

I swallow a lump in my throat as his face peers directly down at me. His beady, soulless eyes glare into mine and his thick breath fans my cheeks. I gulp, my hands suddenly shaking with terror. He chuckles when he notices this fact and then backs up.

"Oh boys," Talon gives his henchmen a look before pointing at me. "I'll try not to interrupt you this time."

His henchmen walk hungrily towards me while a look of horror spreads across my face. I squirm around and tears spring in my eyes as I realize I have nowhere to run to. The men corner me and slam my body into the wall. One of them grabs my hair so my head will stay still as he begins to bite my bruised neck. I scream and writhe around in my restraints but it's a fruitless effort. The men continue to run their hands all over my exposed body and the larger one actually manages to unhook my bra.

"Talon, please don't let them do this to me. Please." I beg, my cheeks burning as I realize what Talon is trying to do. He's breaking me; he's making me grovel at his feet. Well, in this situation what choice do I really have? Let this assault continue further to prove to Talon that he can't break me or give in and get these disgusting vermin away from me?

"Please make it stop, I'm begging you." I wail as one man continues biting my neck while the other grips my hips tightly, his hands alarmingly close to my lace underwear.

I said the magic words apparently because the next moment, Talon drags the men off of me by the scruffs of their necks. He throws them against the pole and then turns back to me with a menacing smile. I brush the tears off my face and hook my bra back together with a feeling of humiliation going strong in my gut. My eyes burn again as I look at Talon who is waiting expectantly for something.

"How could you? How could you just stand there and let them assault me, your own flesh and blood? You're sick; a sick, disgusting excuse for a human being. I hope you burn in hell for eternity." I mutter in a shaky voice as I touch my neck which is now bleeding due to the new bites it received.