Queen of Aces (Rebel Kings MC 1)

Seven

- Spike-

She knows what is coming.
"No! Stop! Please stop! No!" She begs as I close the distance between us. Chained to the concrete, displayed in the shape of an X. She has nowhere to run. Nowwhre to hide. Noone to save her.

"PLEASE!" She wails, the man thrashes in his chains on the other side of the room, his protests nothing but muffled curses against his gag. I give him credit that he is strong, but not strong enough. He will watch it all.
His punishment and torment will be from her torture. Her torture will destroy him.
I close my grip over her jaw pushing jaw up and pinning her head against the wall harshly gripping her soft skin with my calloused hands. A thrill courses over my body.
She cannot escape.

This will break them. This will cripple them.
Adjusting my pants I pop the top button and lower the zip.

"S-stop, no. Puh-please" she begs through my hold.
"PLEASE" she shrieks. Begging already, shame. I tighten my hand which will no doubt leave more purple bruises over her creamy alabaster skin.

Nothing is better than this.
She knows what is coming, the camera light is flashing red. She knows what is coming.
I grow hard from the thrill and push my hip against hers. She whimpers like the dog she is. I suspect she is pure. She is so protected I don't see how she couldn't be.

"You will die." I hiss in her ear, tears begin to stream down her face. Heavy, fat rolling tears smudging the dark markup around her eyes smudging "but first I will break them."

Her blood curdling screams, filter throughout the warehouse.
Over and over and over again.
Seconds moved on to minutes.

Minutes morphed into hours which dragged onto days.

She fights against her constraints, begging and pleading. At first.
Screaming for us to stop. Screaming for it to end.
Blood coating the inside of her thighs where purple finger prints roam. She was pure, as I suspected.

Not anymore.
Eventually her body goes still, and the crying dwindles to an end. She loses her will to fight.
She goes silent, a still as a leaf on a breezeless night.
A souless look passes over her face after the 3rd man takes what is theirs.

Her eyes looking lifeless and hollow. Light drains from within them as her will beings to fade even though her heart still beats. No more sound comes from her even as the punishment continues.

She is broken. She is bleeding. Her soul is now mine.
But she wont die. She doesn't have my permission to die.

12 hours earlier
-Nyla-

"Fuck you all!" I scream out into the compound yard. Few head turn to look as I stomp down the drive. Ready to smash the nearest object I am seething.

I hate them. Every last one of them.
Why can't they just let me go.

It would be easier this way. They would never hear from me again after this. I was done.

"Hey!" I hear my babysitter calling, the gravel crunching under his boots while he runs to catch up to me. His warm hands gently gripping forearm, my fist curls into a ball. I spin on the ball of my foot punch him so hard and so quickly, he drops to a knee gaping at me in surprise.

"Do. Not. Fucking. Touch. Me!" I snarl viciously. 

"What the fuck was that for!" He yells back pushing off the ground and dusting off his jeans.

"Because youre one of them that's why!"

"He's doing it to protect you!"

"Hes doing it to protect himself!"