I woke with a throbbing in my brain, remind me to drink less next time. My eyes are sticky and hazy, I reach to wipe them with my hands but I can't, what? I open my eyes and I can't see, after blinking several times it comes back to me, the van, fuck.
My eyes begin to clear and I can see I'm in some kind of cell, on a metal bed frame is a heavily soiled mattress, don't tell me what the stains are, and my wrists are tied with rope to each top corner of the bed. My legs aren't tied, there's your first mistake dumbass captors, I'm still fully clothed, but my boots are gone, in my jeans and long sleeve grey shirt, but it's no longer grey, it's crimson from the blood that is now matted into my hair and is probably the reason my eyes are sticky, from the wound I can feel on my head, I don't need to see it to know how bad it is.
I study the room around me planning my escape, there's a window at the top of the wall to my right, I can see the sun is still shining outside, so I can't have been here long, unless I've lost a day. To my left is a steel door with a small window in the middle, but no handles, so I'll have to wait until it's opened from the outside, in front of the bed there is a bucket, no prize for guessing what the bucket is for. There's nothing else in the room, so my escape plan I can hit some one with the bucket, I could hope this metal bed frame breaks easily and beat some one with a leg. Just as I imagine myself beating some one with the leg of the bed the door opens and in walks a familiar face, I can't help but smile
"Dragon my dear, we need to stop meeting like this, fancied yourself another beating huh?" I say looking into his eyes holding my happy face so he knows he can't get to me.
"Actually Cordelia, my plans were for Bullet, a VP for a VP, but when my men called to say you were out riding alone I couldn't help myself. Allow me to introduce my new VP, Machete, I think I'll let him have you, he likes feisty women" Dragon steps to the side and in walks the biggest man I've ever seen in my life he has to duck to get in the door and I still can't work out how he got his shoulders in this cell, every inch of him is covered in tattoos, each more violent than the next, but his face is rugged and aged, a scar runs through his right eyebrow, his beard looks like it's never been groomed, the long black straggly hairs reaching down to his chest, his long black hair is pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, ok he does scare me, but I can't let them see that
"Well hello there Machete, nice to meet you, I see you have a scar on your face too, we're totally like twins" I say with the girliest giggle I've ever spewed out in my life.
"I believe your nickname is Masochist, well I plan to test that theory" Machete growls with a horrifyingly deep voice that sends chills down my spine, I know he noticed them, but I hold my smile in place.
"I'll leave you two lovebirds to it, Machete, just don't kill her yet, I have plans for later" Dragon says heading out of the door and locking it behind him, so I'm not getting out yet then, I'll have to kill Machete first. I close my eyes and think back through all of my training, everything Knuckles taught me, the time I knocked out Socket, then I think back to my nursing textbooks, I know the veins, the arteries, the organs all the pressure points to jab, kick, punch and inflict pain that will hopefully make this beast drop to his knees. I feel this hand on my arm, each of his fingers are bigger than three of mine, he slides one finger from my elbow to my wrist making my skin crawl before he unties the rope and then moves over to the other side and unties me from the bed. I jump up the stand on the mattress, my head spins from the head injury, but I don't have time for that
"I want to see what you're capable of Masochist, before I destroy you" he spits looking into my eyes, standing on this bed we are only just at eye level and I can see the pure evil in his black eyes, mixed with excitement of what he thinks he's about to do to me, but it will not work.
"Sweety, you wonder why I'm called Masochist, surely you've heard I enjoy pain, I look forward to it, you can hurt me any way and I will laugh, then when you get frustrated I will take you down with my bare hands" I say looking back into his eyes trying to convey my own excitement. He looks down and I hear a laugh escape his lips, there's my chance. I dive across the bed and throw myself around him, turning so I land on his back wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I jab my left thumb into his right eye, making sure I push as hard as I can, using my long finger nail to help inflict pain, he wraps his hand around my wrist and pulls it free, strength may be an issue in this fight, I just need to be quick. He walks back and slams me into the wall, sandwiching me between it and him, he reaches up and grabs my arms, pulling me up over his and and throwing me back onto the bed.
It feels like we've been fighting for days, but I don't think it's been long, the sun is setting now through that little window. Machete is a classic example of 'The bigger they are the harder they fall' I have plenty of injuries of my own, he's broken my arm, the compound fracture is smiling at me through the broken skin, but in return, his right eye is bleeding profusely and after jabbing him in the throats several times I managed to hit the pressure point, cut off his air and he dropped like a sack of shit, which to be honest I think is just luck, but I'll take it, only problem is he fell on top of me and I don't have the strength to get him off with one arm. That was exhausting, but I feel like I won, wait until Knuckles sees this, he'll be proud. I hear the door open and I know it'll be Dragon expecting to see Machete fine and me broken on the floor
"Dragon, come get your bitch, I need a new fighting partner, this ones boring" I shout from under Machete. Dragon walks into the room and I see his face fall, he shouts out and three men come in and drag Machete off of me and out of the room. I get up and stretch, the doors open and it's only Dragon, here's my chance.
"Oh Dragon, when Machete wakes up will you tell him I said, that's why I'm called Masochist" I say looking over to my broken arm, I need to reset that fracture, my wrist has no pulse, it's cutting off blood flow.
"Cordelia, I'm getting-" he begins to speak but I interrupt holding up my good hand
"Hold on there Dragon, I just need to reset this then you can carry on with your bullshit" I take my left arm and hold it between my knees, I hold the exposed bone with my right hand and feel where to guide it, I pull my shoulders back and the bone slips back in my arm, I feel the scream leave my throat, the pain sending shock waves through my body, but remember, to Dragon I am Masochist
"Fuck me, now that was painful, I fucking love it" I say looking up and trying my best to smile through the pain. I nod to Dragon to tell him he can continue speaking, check the attitude on me.
"Cordelia, I've had enough of this shit, I know you enjoy pain, that was just the foreplay, the main event will begin shortly" he turns and the three men who took Machete out come back in with fresh rope and tie my arms and legs to the bed this time, so much for my escape. I'll get out though, I can see it's almost dark, I'll get out of these ropes and sneak out in the darkness. The men leave and I'm lying on my own, planning the many ways I can try to escape.
Dragon comes back in the room with a knife, I can take that from him and walk out the door, dumbass
"Ooh knife play, I like your thinking Draggy" I say thinking how much Adrian hates me calling him Killy may work on this douche.
"Actually Cordelia, this knife is just for removing your clothes so I don't have to untie you, you and I are going to have a little fun before all the men line up and have fun with you in turn." He says walking over to me with that sick smile on his face. He begins by cutting my shirt off, then cuts off my jeans, making sure to catch my skin as he does it, ensuring me it's because he knows I enjoy pain, he leaves me lying there in my underwear, blood flowing from my exposed legs. Suddenly I hear automatic gunfire.
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MC Nurse (Broken Demons MC #1)
Romance25 year old Cordelia, lives alone and has never had a boyfriend. But she does have her Trusty dog Maximus. Shes fed up of her boring, routine life, but doesn't know how to shake things up. Being a nurse doesn't give you much time for adventure worki...
