Well Fuck Me (MFM)

Chapter 14

Danteous woke up to his head pounding. He tried to move but he was bound. He looked around and saw Cole was still knocked out. They were in a warehouse, but there wasn't anything in it but them. He hated being stuck on the floor, unable to make sure Cole was okay. From the plastic digging into his wrists he knew they were zip ties. He knew this was a trap for Viviana to walk into, that if she fell for it, they would all get killed. She was smarter than that though. He just hoped she wouldn't let her emotions cloud her way of thinking.

He heard a door open then slam shut. Footsteps neard him until they were right in front of him. One of the feet pushed on his shoulder, rolling him to his back, "At least one of you get to enjoy the show." "Stay away from her." Danteous ground out. Clark laughed as he shook his head. "Oh, I wish you I could do that. But you see, this is revenge." He began to walk as he talked.

"I was the reason her team was killed in Iraq." He announced with a sick smile. "You see she was my intended target, but the little bitch wasn't close enough so she only got injured. The bitch was responsible for the death of my brothers." He scoffed. "She called us terrorists for teaching the women of our culture that they belong at home uneducated. All they need to know in life is how to cook and raise our daughters to be like them while we raised our sons to become men who gave their lives for the cause." He kicked Danteous in the side, causing him to groan. "She single handledly took out twenty one of our men. That bitch saw it as an honor for her country, that she was saving our women from abuse and torture." He then began to laugh. "When the bomb only injured her, we decided to take the opportunity and show her what real torture is. We kept trying to get the bitch to scream, but she was strong. When we broke her though it was beautiful. Unfortunately, she was rescued, made stronger." He chuckled darkly as he shook his head. "But then you two come along and give her a weakness."

"I hope she puts a bullet it in you like she did the rest of your men." Cole spat from where he laid. Clark walked over to him and kicked him in his back. Cole held in his groan, refusing to give him the joy of hearing his pain. "Tell me, what pisses you off more? The fact that she is strong? Or that you can't break her anymore?" Danteous asked him.

Clark pulled out a gun and pointed it at Danteous, "Tell me something. You three are all into that BDSM lifestyle, yet you never gave her a collar. Did you not want her enough?" Danteous looked him in the eye, "We wanted her more than anything. Her job makes it super hard to figure out the right kind of collar. If she had one involving a key then it would be an inconvenience to remove if her job sent her to the ER. If I got one that had a belt buckle for a clasp, then her collar would be leather not something she could wear in the shower plus it gets worn after a while. A lot of factors to think about." Clark smirked, "I guess when I'm done with her you'll want to find the perfect one for her funeral."

They wanted to threaten him, but they weren't in the right position to do so. Danteous hated feeling so helpless, but Viviana had drilled them, keep them talking. Stall them with your words, but don't piss them off to the point they wanted to kill them. "So why copy a serial killer? Why not do your own thing?" Danteous asked him.

He moved the gun away as he began to pace while he talked again, "Well this country calls me a terrorist and if I had done what I would've done back home I wouldn't have had enough time to play with your girl toy." He explained to them as he smiled. He looked at them, his smile widening and he tucked his gun away. "I think when I play with her, I'll make you both watch. Oh it'll be like old times." He was giddy with joy at the ideas coursing through his head.

"Tell me, does she enjoy knife play?" He asked curiously. Danteous shrugged, "Haven't had the chance to try it yet. Cole doesn't and I liked to do things they're both comfortable with. After all I like pleasuring both of them at the same time." Clark pursed his lips in thought. "Interesting. I know I enjoyed breaking her fingers repeatedly." He told them. "Seeing her naked, and broken on the floor was so beautiful. It gets my dick hard just thinking about it." He pulled Cole up by his hair, "Maybe I should see just see if I enjoy men as much as you do."

He bit Cole's neck and he ground his teeth together to keep from screaming in pain. Clark let him go and went over to Danteous, grabbing his butt, "Or maybe I should let you experience what your Pet goes through." The smile on his face told of the Hell he was going to put them through.

Viviana paced in the meeting room as they were going over the details of her plan. Her eyes kept going to her SR-25 that sat on the table. She couldn't figure out if she wanted to beat Clark to a bloody pulp or if she wanted to take him out with her old friend. She has ended many lives with it, and not once had she regretted it. Would she regret not using it? No she wouldn't. This time this was personal. He had the men she loved and she would rather watch him die, by her hand instead of killing him from afar. The combed every detail, but they still didn't have him located yet. I'm going to put trackers on them, she thought in anger.

"We can try Davidson again." Francis suggested. Chief Zeke shook his head, "He refuses to speak." "Maybe this time we let Michaels get him to talk." Francis offered. Chief didn't want her to do it because it would mean she might hurt him. Maybe it's what he needs to talk, she thought. Chief gave her a look before nodding. They let her go alone which might not have been the best choice.

She went into the interrogation room where he was handcuffed. "Where are they?" She asked him with a near growl of anger in her voice. He smiled, "Tell me, are you alone?" She glared, "What difference does it make?" "Taped to my chest are your orders Gunny." He explained. She checked him and sure enough he had a note thin enough to be missed when they frisked him.

She read the note several times over. "You don't come a lone they die." He told her. She turned on her heel and rushed out. She knew what she had to do.