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Timberly
I shivered in his grip at the sudden change in him at the iciness and the hardness he breathed hard lifting me up and down as he sucked in the heavy breaths rising and falling the movement had a small hypnotic effect on me strangling calming. He walked then with a strong lean stride we were off to what and where I wasn’t sure, so I focused on the things around me taking it all in. He kicked open the steel door in front of him with a bang it smacked back in its hinges and snap back towards his foot large halogens lit the way hanging low from wire strings in the roof we past glass walls and I could see outside a dimly lit parking area that was lined with motorcycles and cars we continued down stooping he kicked open another door and inside was row upon row of motorcycles was this a parking garage it hadn’t taken too long to get to where we were I can remember waking in the van and feeling the road take off under me I was mildly conscious the moment they threw me into the van.
My mind skipped back over the motorcycle clubs that were in the Area and just two that I can think off that were semi close The Reapers and The Lone Wolfs and well rumor had it they don’t see eye to eye so am I with them the Lone Wolfs? Because I'm sure as hell not with Ghost and the Reapers. You know being a diner chick and pretty much invisible makes it easy to gain useful information living where and how I do I need all I can get.
Looking up from the ground I watched as the men ushered women down the corridor towards us their wrists freed and blindfolds off their eyes screamed fear and their bodies shook like leaf’s clinging to the tree for dear life as a hurricane ripped through it. “Move bitches” a man poke the last one as the others scurried forward as fast as their shaking legs could carry them. There were six heads six scared and confused heads well join the club I thought at least you all got to walk I was carried by a beast of a mane with snake eyes that gripped something in my soul so deep that it scared the shit out of my demon who is hiding behind the sofa in the corner of my core.
Snake eyes walks us in and over to a table where he drops me down on the office chair next to it. “Stay!” he barks at me.
“Um ok,” I answer back with a sass I’ve not heard before.
“What” he snaps his eyes burning into my core
“Well where would I go?” I ask him. “It’s a common question and realization, dick. I'm kidnapped, or did you forget that.” my mouth blurts out before my mind can even stop it his fist clench and his strong jaw clicks.
“Are all American women smart bitches?” he asks the man who is standing at the end of the table chewing gum loudly he shrugs his shoulders in response.
“Well this bitch and the Celtic goddess sure are,” he spits out.
“Respect and a need to know your fucking place is what you need.” He slams his hands down on the desk in front of me and I roll my eyes as I cross my legs. Not even going to taunt the beast I see swimming in his eyes. “Get them inside we have a shitload to do and need to get them ready for market” he growls out. Scanning the room, we are in I see the wall in front has,
Rouge – Ride alone, walk alone, corrupt in all things that matter.
A motorcycle club.... Sweet Jesus sweat slipped down between my shoulder blades all the way down in a thin line slowly like a glacial melt. A headache in the moment a full-blown headache no the dull thump of a cracked skull but an all over shooting right into the temples headache hit me and I raised my fingers up to cresses the pain willing it to dismiss I need a clear head, I need to listen, to watch, to gather info and form a strategy.
My eyes went back and forward over the shaking whimpering women like a ping pong ball. “Shhhhhhhh” I whispered out to each one of them “Whimpering and cowering like that is going to get you nowhere.” Shit look at where it got me years of torture and abuse and it took this attack to my soul for it to snap and the bitch that was sleeping deep down in the depths to be awoken. “Women are strong ass humans,” I mouthed to them silence on my lips but the truth on my tongue “Believe me,” I spoke silently to them, their eyes darting from me to the now many men that flooded the room, taking all the fresh air and filling it with the rank smell of old booze and cigarettes. Yuck, filth.
So as fear zaps from them my mind travels to the what is next scenario, kidnapped – Check.
Raped and sexually assaulted for years – check.
Beaten for years and tonight watched my life flick before my star laced eyes – Check.
So all that surely could be next would be sold, trafficked to the highest bidder for either money, drugs or guns shit all of the above really this is a motorcycle gang after all and a not so nice one if the head honcho next to me with the intriguing accent is anything to go by.
I shivered at the mere thought of it. “Get me a fucking blanket!” snake eyes screamed out over the men as they scrambled and a man with a goatee came back with a prickly grey blanket with red strips on it snake eyes lowered it over my body my skin broke out in goosebumps at the touch as the wool licked my skin and the warmest in his actions had my mind for on spilt second think he was ok.
“Going soft there, Viper!” I heard a man bellow out as he entered the room he was tall way taller than snake eyes his chest was massive ripped bulging arms covered in tattoos poked out from a rather over stretched to the point of near ripping black Tee with the word Rouge written in white across the chest and as he turned his body and his back to me the back said The nightmare under your bed shit I believe it I thought as he walked to the start of the quivering line of women. “Why isn’t she in the line up?” he questions tilting the young blonde girls chin up and looking over her features as she sunk into herself his lips grazed over her neck. “Don’t fret doll I won't bite hard,” his voice laced with the tone of desire as his teeth clenched into the flesh of her neck and her tiny frame fall to the floor the poor girl passed out fuck me I would have too.
I'm barely keeping the dark at bay sitting here and he’s nowhere near me I pull myself deeper into the blanket thankful for it. “Well Viper?” he barks walking behind the next in line and wrapping his forearm around her neck pulling her back deep into his rock wall of a body she flinches her eyes go wide and search mine for reassurance that it will be ok well sorry doll I got nothing.
“She is Ghost's old lady,” snake eyes well Viper as they call him answers nightmares question his movements still his tongue that was licking up the poor women collarbone and neck shoot back in his mouth as his eyes find mine and fear ripples down my spine fuck me if looks could kill I'd be dead and thankful for it.
“Why the fuck is she here then?” he bellows out a boom that is louder than the sharpest crack of lighting on a winter storm I jump as does all the bodies in this room including snake eyes ha not so tough now are you.
“That pissbag, Drake and his idiot boys brought her,” he spat it out like it hurt him to say it.
“She wasn’t on the fucking list so why is she here” nightmare asks moving to the next girl on the line. “Trouble is what you all have caused I knew bringing you in was going to stir shit up,” he rages out snake eyes fists go white at his sides. “It's not on me that ya boys so happen to be raping the old lady of the VP to the Reaper himself for drug debt owed by her mother.” He snaps out steeping closer to me. “I came here to join you for one reason guns and to get my old lady back from the Reapers not to be a part of this fucking trafficking and sex slave dancing den you got going on.” and with that he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder a scream leaves my body as he strides forward towards the nightmare whom has stepped out in his space.
“Any mother fucker lays a hand on her or even touches one fucking hair on her head will have a bullet between their eyes before they can even blink her from their vision.” Snake eyes hollers around us the earthquake in his voice from before back in full swing and scary as hell. “You think this man here is the Devil well you wait and see what Ghost will do when he realizes that she is missing and it's your Rouge club of fuckwits that have taken her your spies in the Lone Wolfs won't be able to save you from the unhinged lunatic and may god have mercy on your soul.” walking out past them all their eyes on us with my hair falling down over his back my eyes meet each of the men who are standing speechless poking my tongue out in a childish ha fuck you way cause well cause I can.
Snake eyes walks me down a series of corridors all white with insanely bright lights I can see rooms upon rooms with glass walls and what looks like hospital beds some with women in them with IV lines hooked up to the veins and nurses standing by checking things and scribbling on note boards. “What is this place?” the words fall from my mouth without any prior warning from my brain.
“Habit Hotel,” the man with the snake eyes known as Viper answers with a chill in his tone that sends a rapid of apprehensiveness through my body I can't help but feel concern and distress over the simple fact that he may have vowed me untouchable but those needles and the look the men had in their eyes for me has a phobia of them all running high through my veins. “Right well then” is all I can seem to muster as I watch in shock as we past room by room with women after poor women strapped to the beds with the said needle poking from there rather over used veins.
“No one will touch you,” he snaps through my thoughts like a live wire. “You’re Ghost's property even if you know it or not and I won't fuck with the Reaper. I'm here for Blue and Blue alone.” His voice tight as he spoke hurt even.
“Can you shake on it?” My voice sounds brittle and broken. This is all too much for one day\night; I’ve lost count of the hours.
“I’ll fucking make sure of it we don’t need you as collateral damage.”
With that he stops at a door he pushes a few numbers into the pin pad and it clicks open stepping inside he kicks the door shut and drops me on a bed the room is dimly lit nothing like the ones that are lit up like Christmas trees down the hall. The room smells of disinfectant and is crisp white with a white plastic table and chair and the bed has the crisp harsh cotton of over starched sheets and a pillow that looks like rock. The wall that runs along the back of the room is lined with TV monitors and you can see into all rooms they flick between shots of Habit Hotel and the parking area, the room we first were in and the room we just left there is a room with a stage and cube boxes and what the god lord is that a dungeon leaning closer for a better view I'm stopped by his frame this man is massive are all bikers huge like shit Ghost is insanely built and as I can tell all these men here have been to apart from Drake and his fuck boys they all are little want to be ha Drake was he now is dead a smirk licks my lips as a small bubble of laughter sick twisted laughter that I for one haven’t heard come from my soul before man this state of affairs is surely good for me.
“Something funny, little lady?” his voice booms out bouncing from the walls and back hitting my ears causing a ringing reaching up I push my finger to my ear drum to try and release the ringing.
“Just you shooting Drake right between the eyes, never have I felt so satisfied before.” I say to his back as he fidgets with the TV monitors. His body rigid he moves methodically through a series of procedures punching buttons swiping different codes and colour pads over the monitors I watch in awe of the way his huge body moves graceful and fluid his muscles flex and ripple out under his top the tattoos seem to dance over his skin with each movement.
“I can feel your stare, little lady,” he snaps out. I yelp at the sound and the fact that he caught me. I should be scared of this man not watching him.
My cheeks flush to a burning red as I heart thumbs in my ears I run my now sweating hands over my thighs and look at my dirty scarped bare foot and the state my jeans are in rips in my knees and blood smearing my knee caps shit I'm a hot mess. Looking at the floor not wanting to raise my sight to the best who has turned and is standing in front of me. “This room is sound proof these monitors show all the happenings of this place I can’t shut them off so you will have a front row seat of just how lucky you are to belong to the Reaper, little lady,” he breathes out over me so close I can feel the warmth of his breath hit the top of my bowed head as the weight of his words sink in shit I hope they don’t find out that I'm not and that I’ve just met this man.
The squeaking of his black combat boots on the over polished floor pulls me back to the now. “I’ll be back don’t scream, don’t fight and don’t try to escape,” Is all he says before he slides a board open on the outside of the door. “We will always be watching.” He points to the small black ball sitting in the corner of the white wall in here and out there he points to the small square glass peep hole on the door.
Gone before I can even respond I'm greeted with the click of the door and the beep, beep, beep, beep of a key code being punched into the pad on the other side. 4582 that’s the code for this door 6969 is the one to enter the shed that we first were bought into and 8797 is the one that lead us to the main corridor holding all these rooms and poor drug induced girls.
Right, what to do now. Nothing but watch the horror show before me of this place. Pulling the blanket around me I lay down on the bed and curl myself into a ball and watch the screen flick from one sordid act to another. Thankful for now that I'm on the other side of the tv screen and locked in this room alone but safe for now anyway.