Unbreakable

Chapter Thirteen

A hand covers my mouth before I can scream for help.

"Shh! Don't fight it," I'm instructed.

Even though I know I shouldn't listen, my submissive insticts give in and I comply. My body is pulled up against strong, muscular abs and a toned chest. I'm dragged from my cell.

We are heading in the direction of the elevator. Why did they take me? Am I a hostage to ensure they make it out of here? Or, it could be worse: they might be trying to take me with them!

I look around to see who it is that have captured me and notice there are three of them, two tall men and a women. I know who they are!

Upon realizing it's the enemy that is trying to kidnap me, panic starts to kick in. They managed to escape their cells; they are dangerous, I know it! I bite the hand clamped over my jaw. As he lets go I scream as loud as possible. I step on a foot then hit the person behind me in the stomach before turning around and punshing them in thr face.

My hand hurts like a bitch from the contact made with the stranger in front of me. I turn to run back to my cell, but a hand is wrapped painfully around my bicep.

I struggle against my assailant, but to no avail. They are much stronger than me and are determined to keep me in their grasp.

"Stop fighting, June!" He orders me.

This time I don't want to listen to him. He is not master, sir, papi or daddy. He is not one of us, so I don't need to do anything he says.

Just as I start to lose strength, Wolf and Titan come to my rescue. They easily push the enemy away from me and put me behind them.

A battle ensues and punches are swung, kicks are flying and yelling fills the halls. Soon enough, more people come to our aid until we outnumber them 5:1. My men as well as Wolf's form a circle around the enemy.

"Now it's you who needs to stop fighting," I say coldly, eyeing all three of them cautiously.

They admit defeat and surrender again. With their hands bound behind their backs, we return to our cells.

"We will get you out of here, Sapphire," the woman tells me before getting shoved out of sight.

My body starts to shake and tremble; Titan holds me tightly against his chest as he takes me back to my cell. Even though I can't control my body from reacting to my panic, I will myself to refrain from crying.

Once we reach my room he takes me inside and sits down on the bench I call my bed, and I sit on his lap. I continue to shake for a long time.

"Hey, little one. What's wrong?" Titan asks me. His name for me is little one, but he also calls me slut.

Each of my four men have different names for me, like I have different names for them. Master calls me pet; Sir calls me whore; and Papi calls me bitch. They are hurtful words, but are terms of endearment for me. Girls who don't have names are not cared for like I am.

"Titan, I'm sorry I didn't fight them off. God! They were so forceful and it scared me," my voice cracks as sobs threaten to surface.

"I could have, though. I know it. I promise I wasn't trying to run away. I would never do that, and I would definitely go with those people!" I sound worried now, I don't want to be punished for something I didn't do.

Titan, out of the four, he is the most caring. As my daddy he's especially protective and strict with me. Oh, god! In the playroom, though he is always concerned for me, he is definitely the most fun.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, little one. You may be a slut, but you're the furthest thing from a traitor. You won't be punished for their actions," he assures me.

He continues, "But, you will be punished for something else tomorrow."

I look up and give him a confused look. I can't remember what I did, but if he says I desrve to be punished, then I will not argue and accept it.

"Remember what you said to me yesterday? That was bad behaviour my little slut," he reminds me.

I remember now and confess, "Yes, daddy. I remember. You asked me to meet you in the kitchen, but I was late.

"Then?" He presses.

"Then I started making excuses, and when you told me to stop talking, I disobeyed and kept rambling on," I quote his exact words from yesterday.

"That's right. And that bad behaviour is what you will be punished for. Now, it's time for bed. You have a hell of a night tomorrow, little slut," he says as he lays me down.

He kisses me on the forehead, "Goodnight, little one."

He can sometimes be confusing because of the two different names he has for me. He's threatening and sweet at the same time.

Oh, hell! Tomorrow night is going to be hard. I was not only late, but tried to make excuses; and on top of that I disobeyed him when he demanded I shutup. I know I deserve whatever he dishes out.

If he didn't punish me, then it would show he didn't care about me. Discipline makes me a better person. I learned this the hard way, but it's a good thing to learn, I decided.

I sigh in relief, but also in surrender. With that, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep again. I'm really tired since a lot has happened today. Hopefully tomorrow is less active, well, except for the royal lashing I'm probably going to get.

Author's Note

Thanks for those of you who have read my book! I really appreciated it.

Warning: The next two chapters are very sexual.

Alright. Well, thank you again! :)

I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.