My Jaded Sanity (Bdsm)

Suicide Solution?

I try to fall asleep but, I can't. I can't help but wonder what they will do next.

Why did my dad kill Joe's brother? There's something more; maybe this 'gang' isn't the only one like this... Was my father participating in this sort of thing. I legit just feel like I'm asking questions all the time.

As much as I try to push him out of my head, Hayden lingers; I can't deny that I'm hurt but... I guess I need to let it go. My conscience is screaming, "I told you so".

I hear keys jingling and the door opens; It's Ryker. That annoying smirk on his face as he brings me a box, "Whats this?" I ask sitting up, "your costume" he grins. Shutting the door behind him, Ryker un does my handcuffs and shackles. I open the box to find a black leather one-piece; there is no way I'm wearing that... "put it on" he instructs. Standing up, I put on the: highly exposing get up and climb into the black patent stilettos. "I can't wait to be inside you" he murmurs.

His vile words make my skin crawl. Pulling at the collar, Ryker leads me down a huge flight of perfectly finished stairs and into, what I think is a lounge. It's murky and full of smoke.

"Ah, Perry. What a pretty little thing" Joe smirks; he's got 3 cards in his hands. I look over to see Hayden and two other men I don't recognise; It seems they are playing poker. "Right, let's take her down" Joe smirks. Hayden and Joe stand and walk towards me; Joe gets hold of the chain attached to my collar.

Exchanging looks with Hayden, I quickly turn to Joe. He deeply flourishes a glare at me, then walks out the door taking me with him. Ryker and Hayden follow.

Joe leads me down some stares into a cellar; it lit with red lights. Escorting me to a room, far down a corridor, Joe stands face to face with me.

I know... What's happening next.

"Know this much, I don't blame you for what your father has done Perry" Joe says, examining my body. "Why am I the one getting punished then?" I ask, holding my torso womb. "Your my revenge". I look into Joe's eyes and all I see is: a man. A man that's: the leader, the boss, the dominant, the controller.

With Hayden, I saw different. He had, the capability of love; even if it was fake.

With one last look Joe leaves the room and shuts the door behind him. Looking around the room is standard. Dark and mellow; a bed sits in the middle, a chest of drawers on the opposite wall and a window, with bars on the outside.

I hear someone talking. "yea... she is.." someone responds "good, 1k...". Suddenly the door opens and a well -built man walks in. Joe glances at me then closes the door. "Hello Perry, I'm Blake"

Wait a minuit.. Blake? Hayden's fake name. Maybe, it's just a coincidence.

I'm trembling. I want to go home and I'm scared. I cower back into the wall; the cut on my torso seeps blood. "Don't be scared, I'll go easy on you","what are you here to do?" I question whimpering. "I've paid for 3 hours, your my slave" slave?

"W-what" he grins and walks over towards me. "For three hours, you do exactly what I say" he runs a finger down my neck, I back away. He pins me up against the wall and bites my cheek; the excruciating pain triggers a tear to fall down my face.

"Oh dear, a tear? and I'm going easy... We'll have to toughen you up sweetie" he looks into my tearful eyes.

Cocking his head, he grabs my neck and throws me onto the ground, bruising the wounds with a forceful impact. I crawl up into a ball, supporting the wounds. "Weak slut" he chuckles.

I look up and see a little red light on a... Camera. They really are that sick.

"This is the start of 3 fucking hours, get up!" he shouts.

I want to die. I want to get out here. Please... Why won't anything go right.