The Storm

Part 21

They were standing outside of her room. Jack was holding her chain, laying some rules down on Jeff. No cutting. Skin or hair. Don't mess up the face. Most importantly no sex. Jeff bounced like a child.

"Okay, okay.... Gimmie, gimmie, gimmieeee..." He whined as he held out his hands. Jack eyed him and held out the chain.

"I mean it, Jeff." He growled. He turned to Ayla. "You already know my rules."

Ayla swallowed hard. She wanted to beg and plead for him not to let this happen. She remembered Riley's horrific story of Jeff. Her face paled. Jeff squealed with delight as Jack finally let the chain go. Jeff yanked Ayla behind him as he went into the room and slammed the door shut. Ayla's stomach clenched as Jeff turned to her. A sinister smile plastered across his face.

"So...Pikabitch wasn't behaving for E.J?" he laughed. Ayla averted her gaze to the floor. Only answer to Jack. It was a rule. Jeff closed the gap between them. He grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them roughly between his fingers. He stared at her for a moment before pushing her back, releasing her cheeks. Ayla stumbled back but caught herself before she fell down. "Don't ignore me. It really pisses me off."

Ayla closed her eyes and took in a shaky breath. This was going to be a long night. She had made up her mind. No matter what Jeff had planned for her, she was not going to break Jack's rule. After all Jack was the one who put the collar on. In the end she would have to answer to him.

Ayla remained silent. Jeff let out an angry grunt as he crossed the room, grabbing her shirt in his fists. He pushed her back against the wall. The wall sounded with a loud thump. Ayla gasped for the air that was forced out of her lungs. He was studying her face again. Ayla turned her head from him. His eyes fell from her face and to his hands that held what little bit of fabric she was wearing. He lifted his hands bringing the fabric with him. "What the fuck is this?" He laughed. "No bra? What a fucking whore."

Ayla's face burned with embarrassment. She wanted to protest. Defend her honor. It was Jack's fault. He didn't give her one. But she still remained silent. Jeff patted her cheek. "Maybe you wouldn't put out for Jack...but what about for me?" He cooed. Ayla snapped her gaze to him. She mustered up the best glare she could find. Jeff's hand began to wander over Ayla's body. First squeezing her bottom and then to gripping her hips. Ayla brought her hands up to push the man away. Jeff quickly grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. He smiled widely at her as his free hand traveled up the stomach and over her breasts and back down. His fingers teased at her already unbuttoned shorts. "Since you're not wearing a bra... Perhaps there's no underwear too?" once again panic filled every ounce of her being. She squirmed and twisted in his grip. "I was right!" He laughed. Ayla quit her struggles to look at him. She smiled back. She tried to put on her best lustful gaze, luring Jeff in. When he was close enough, she spat at him. It landed right in his eye. Jeff's grip on her wrists tightened. "You're really going to fucking wish you hadn't done that." He growled throwing her across the room. She skidded across the hardwood floor, burning the skin on her knees and forearms. Jeff's face was now one of a pure psycho as he walked over to her. She already wished she hadn't done it.

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Jack sat on his couch listening to Ayla's screams. It had been hours now. Hours of her screaming. He wondered how much more she could take. He sighed as he sat back against the couch.

"J-Jack!...P-Pleaseeee!! ...I'll be a good girl!" He heard her crying out for him. He listened as her chain clanked followed by a loud thud. He knew Jeff had pulled her with it. Her screams intensified tenfold.

"He isn't going to save you! He doesn't fucking care. He gave you to me!" Jeff was screaming back at her. She was sobbing now, loudly. That was enough. Jack made his way over to her door and slowly opened it. Jeff had Ayla's hands bound with her own chain. He sat on top of her with his back to Jack. He couldn't see what Jeff was doing. He cleared his throat. Jeff turned to him. "She's broken... She wont talk to me. All she does is scream." He pouted.

"That's enough Jeff." He said sternly. Jeff stood and left the room. Jack watched as Ayla rolled over to her side, sobbing uncontrollably. He followed Jeff out of the room and closed the door to let her cry it out. He hated crying. It annoyed him.

Jack sat down across from Jeff. Jeff was breathing heavily. "Why doesn't she talk?" He asked.

Jack smiled. "I told her to only answer to me."

"You're an ass..." Jeff mumbled. "But you shouldn't have a problem with her anymore. She seems pretty content with you. She was screaming for you like you would come riding in like some sort of white knight to save her." He Laced his hands together and made his best goo-goo eyes as he mocked Ayla. "Oh Jack~ I'll be a good girl~ I'll let you fuck me now~"

The two men laughed. Jeff stood. "Anyways, that was fun. Next time don't set so many rules. That makes things so boring."

"If I didn't make rules, you would have ruined her." Jack laughed.

Jeff shrugged. "Yeah.. true...but I have something to do. I will see you later man" He said as he left the house closing the door behind him.

Jack looked over to the door Ayla was behind. He went over to it and listened. It was quiet. He opened the door to find her still laying on the floor. Her chest was heaving heavily, Her eyes were closed. A puddle was formed under her. She had peed herself. Jack walked over to her kneeling down. His eyes were drawn to the bruises that already started to litter her skin. He put his hand on her arm. She whimpered and shrank away from him. She slowly opened her eyes, peering at Jack with an unbelieving expression. She quickly sat up and leaned into him. Jack's body went rigid. He was clearly uncomfortable with her actions but allowed it anyways. He finally pulled her off of him. His eyes fell over her body. Bite marks littered her skin. Dark, black and unforgiving. His fingers traced over a particularly bad one, and Ayla flinched. He noticed her top was ripped. Her bare chest was almost fully exposed. Bite marks and what looked like burns collided across her breasts. Her shorts were disheveled. Jack pushed her back a little more in disbelief. They sat low on her hips. That's not where he left them. Jack grew angry.

"What the fuck is this Ayla?" He asked as he tugged at the shorts. Ayla's body started to tremble. "I set rules. I set them for a reason... If you've been tainted, you're no use to me..."

Ayla's eyes filled with tears. "Nothing happened..." She whispered. Jack shoved her back.

"Don't fucking lie to me." He stood and started to pace the room. "I told that little shit... I fucking told him!" He was yelling causing Ayla to flinch.

"He really didn't do anything like that!" She yelled through tears as she sat watching him. "I followed your rules, Jack! I followed them!... look where it got me...j-just loo....ok" She gasped as the familiar feeling set in. She was having a panic attack. She leaned over trying desperately to get a breath. Her lungs burnt in her chest. Jack placed a hand on her back. He ran his fingers through her messy hair, trying to calm her down. He unwrapped the chains from her hands and pulled her into his lap. He just held her. Very slowly, her breathing began to come back to normal. She leaned into his chest taking in the smell of his cologne. She wrapped her arms around him making him once again freeze. "I-....I'm sorry Jack. I should have just done what you wanted me to. Jeff didn't ruin me. I swear, Jack..." Her voice sounded desperate. "I'll be good now..." She whispered.

Jack stood with her in his arms. He took her to the bathroom and ran her a hot bath. He let her soak in it to soothe her aching body. Jeff was brutal...He knew this. Jeff thrived on making people suffer. Jack sat outside of the bathroom, listening to Ayla. He wanted to make sure she was okay. He didn't need her passing out in the tub and drowning. "J-Jack?..." She whimpered out. He stood and entered the room. He held out the towel for her and she stepped into it, taking it from him and drying off. Jack then handed her the Pikachu kigurumi. He watched Ayla flinch as she pulled the fabric over her skin. He ushered her out of the bathroom and back into her room, where he had already cleaned up her accident. She laid down on the bed with her back to him. That night he didn't bother putting her chain back on.