The Most Powerful (The Depths)

Chapter 9 (Hunting You Down)

Cassidy Rain

Greg (my client) took me into the back of his SUV in the middle of the woods near midnight. I was forced to go somewhere other than my bedroom, considering what a douche Nathan has been. Besides, I needed to get my mind off of him, remember what he's done to me.

Greg took me to the cargo compartment in the back where all the sex torture toys were. (More or less tools that are extremely painful when they punctur flesh.) On the way here, he never shut up about his stupid bear traps and hunting them. He went on and on about the size of the entire trap, and most of all, the sharp, painful clamp that crunched bones to dust.

He demanded me to get down by shoving me on my back, forcing himself over top of me. But instead of using any tool to beat me senseless or drive them into me, he ripped off his own clothes, not bothering with mine since the underwear was easy access anyhow. (Lacy and crotchless.)

"I don't want to have normal sex," I complained, looking up into the dark void of the night in the van. "Pain, no pleasure," I demanded, going over our plan once again.

"It's my turn for pleasure. I know you get your kicks out of pain, but it does me no good." He suddenly shoved his penis inside me as I whimpered in shock. Force of this kind of contact was no new subject for me. I bared down, hoping he would ejaculate, get it over with soon.

After he got done, he rattled around for his pants, scooting them on while I put my trench coat over my shoulders. He swung open the doors to the van, both of us stepping out in sight as the moon and stars shined visible light.

"I don't do normal sex. If it comes to that again, we're done." Greg, for once, grew angry, gripping my shoulders roughly. I had to believe that was all his strength, considering if he were stronger, it'd be impossible.

"I see you're not completely submissive, otherwise you would have obeyed." He threw me down with such force that I landed harshly onto my back. And I couldn't help but to scream out when I felt his bear trap clamp around my entire torso, driving into my flesh, the blood acting as normal blood rather than burning through the metal like acid. He knew of my abilities in the first place, but I didn't know he'd find a demon trap.

He stormed into his van, leaving me to bleed out as I was excruciatingly trapped and helpless. I couldn't use any power, nor escape it on my own. I tried to lift my weight from the wounds, but soon grew sore enough to bask in the pain.

As he drove off, I realized that I had no one that would come for me. No one cared. But I should be used to that by now.

After few minutes went by of crying in helplessness, someone unlatched the trigger, making the trap unclasp on my sides. The wounds had caved in as bloods spewed from each, the ground dissolving beneath. The person somehow picked me up and took me away from the area.

"What happened?" I recognized Nathan's voice, grateful yet resentful he had seen me in this moment. I shook my head, still woozy after the loss of blood. I could feel the gashes through my ribs, some into my lower back and stomach. Some ribs were definitely broken. "I think I know," Nathan growled with rage after looking into it.

He carefully set me down, going to kick my client's ass. I tried to stop him, but I was far too weak. I heard the van swerve down the road, and then silence. Nathan showed up to me a few minutes later.

"What did you do?" I whimpered.

"I beat him to a pulp," he spoke proudly. "In fact, to death." I was offended with the fact that he was getting involved in my business. But I blacked out by the time he was lifting me back into his arms, his voice echoing lastly as he took me home.