The Deception series boxset: FaCade, Cadence, Beneath Innocence (60 page)

I CAN’T FORCE MYSELF TO
get up. It’s been a week since Trey showed his intentions and Dad’s whore bitched me out when she learned I broke it of with him. Like I needed her opinion on anything let alone my love life or lack thereof.

Something heavy lands on my bed, awakening me from a dreamless sleep which was rare, so my mood is straight to pissed. Throwing the covers back I glare at Greg standing at the base of my bed. “I’m sleeping.”

“You look awake to me.” He grins.

“I bought you something’s to make you feel better.” He points to the bag he had thrown on the bed.

“Bringing me gifts now? Next you’ll want to cuddle.” I chide him. He looks a little embarrassed and tries to laugh but it’s humorless.

I reach for the bag and look inside; pain pills, chocolate, ice cream and celebrity magazines.

What the hell?

He shrugs his shoulders. “My little sister used to struggle with her periods, this was always on her list of cheer her up.”

Wow, that’s beyond sweet that he used to look after his little sister when she had a period but why bring me this shit? Apparently able to read my confusion he snatches the bag. “I just assumed it was your time of the month or something, I don’t like seeing you down, it’s no big deal.”

He has been around me too long, he was going to lose man points with the other men if they got wind of this. Poor Greg left to babysit Daddy’s broken daughter.

I snatch the bag back from his hand, spilling some of the contents to the floor. My heart stills in my chest and my eyes instantly blur with tears. My heart comes back to life, its beat roaring in my ears and the ache is almost deadly.

FRONT MAN OF BENEATH INNOCENCE, WHOSE SINGLE ‘BLUE’ STAYED AT NUMBER ONE FOR AN INCREDIBLE FIFTEEN WEEKS, SPILLS THE NEWS OF HIS ENGAGMENT TO A BLONDE BOMBSHELL NOW KNOWN TO BE KIMBERLY YOUNG FROM A SMALLER KNOWN BAND, LIVING IT. JENSON AND FIANCE WERE SNAPPED SHOPPING FOR WHAT IS BELIEVED TO BE ENGAGMENT RINGS. JENSON GUSHED, “WE’RE IN LOVE AND GETTING MARRIED.”

JENSON APPEARED VERY PROTECTIVE OF HIS BRIDE TO BE, USHING HER FROM A STORE SAFELY TUCKED UNDER HIS PROTECTIVE ARM.

INSIDERS FROM THE BENEATH INNOCENCE CAMP TELL US THEY ARE HAPPY TO SEE JENSON FINALLY MOVING ON AFTER BEING LEFT HEART BROKEN A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO BY A LOVE INTEREST TO WHICH THINGS DIDN’T WORK OUT. THE JENSON CAMP WHERE TIGHT LIPPED WHEN WE ASKED WHO THE FORMER LOVER WAS. WE WISH THE HAPPY COUPLE LUCK AND HOPE TO BRING YOU MORE ON THIS DEVELOPING STORY.

My insides were disintegrating. I had let my assault shackle me to a life of misery. I gave up the chance to be with him to see if he wanted me for more than just sex and company on the lonely road. This was my doing, I didn’t know the meaning of love. I can’t give him what he deserves but she can and he looks so happy.

I quickly place my hand at my mouth to stop the sob escaping and making this all real. “What’s wrong? You’re pale as fuck.”

“Fuck me Greg, fuck me hard,” I command, throwing the magazine to the floor and pulling my nightdress over my head, leaving myself bare to him. His eyes widen at seeing me completely naked, I always leave a shirt on so he can’t see my scars but I need to let him fuck me now, steal me from reality so nothing is real and Jenson isn’t really taken and getting married. Damn I can’t breathe,

“Wow, your ink is stunning.” He walks over to me and his fingers trace the tree coating my ribs, the tiny birds fleeing up my chest covering scars left from cigarette burns Frank decorated me with.

His body covers mine and he kisses me gentle on the lips. I lean up and bite down on his bottom lip until I feel the skin pop under the pressure. He winces and pulls away. “I said fuck me Greg. This is all this is.”

“Fine!” He growls lifting my leg over his shoulder and thrusting into me. I hadn’t even noticed him lose his clothes, my minds elsewhere.

It burns and memories fight me for headspace but I keep them at bay and focus on Greg to stop myself crying. His grunts of pleasure and eyes focused solely on my tits jiggling in front of him make me feel ill. I was a meat sack for men to fuck. I had no love for myself and gave myself away freely and then wonder why I was treated like nothing more than a body to abuse.

I hate this, every movement; every thrust into me, his weight on top of me, the smell of his sweat. I want to die. I feel his cock pulse and release his mess inside me making me retch. He rolls off my body and grins. I climb from the bed and run to the bathroom emptying my stomach into the toilet.

“You okay in there?”

“Yes, you can go now, I’m going to shower.” I choke out.

“I can shower with you?”

“Fuck off Greg!” I bellow and hear him cursing and throwing something across the room.

Turning the shower on as hot as possible to burn the stench from my dirty skin, I grab my razor and step into the stream. Steam blankets me in its cloak to hide my need to bleed out the hate inside me. The slice opens up my skin as easy as peeling an apple. Crimson water flows down my body from the cut and I can breathe a little as the pressure and hatred start to leak from me. I lift my face to the spray of the water and fight the scalding, but it’s too much and I turn away from the heat blast prickling my skin.

I slice again and wince from the ache and burn. I deserved this pain; I didn’t even thank him for killing for me. No one would ever know how selfless he was for me. He was a rock star and risked everything to avenge me and I fled, I abandoned his courage like a weak selfish bitch.

A hiss leaves me involuntarily I look down to the third cut and whimper, I went too deep, there’s too much blood . . .

“There’s too much blood.” Frank’s words will always haunt me and spin me into the nightmare of that time.

“Hey Blue, Jenson sent me,” Frank’s voice buzzed through my intercom.

“Come in.” I disarmed my system and let him enter; I welcomed him with a kiss on the cheek and an offer of coffee.

“I’m not here for that.”

“What are you here for?” I laughed and his frame came closer, there was no sign of humor on his face.

“You’ve always intrigued me Blue, do you even give a shit about Jenson or is it just a rush to fuck a rock star?” His tone alerted me to a different man we had all came to know and like.

“That’s really not your business,” I snapped. His hand came out so fast to grip my hair and tug me into his hard body.

“Do you taste so sweet they can’t resist you on their tongues? Because to me you’re just another slut spreading her legs for punks to dunk their junk in.” His grin was so menacing my bladder nearly emptied with the fear creeping into my flesh. “I’m going to fuck you in every orifice and make you so tore up no one will want you.”

A whimper left me and before I could cry out his cloth covered hand came over my mouth.

I woke in a room, naked and chained to something I used to see in gym hall, a horse vault, my body bent over it, my arms pulled taut and chained to feet either side and the same with my legs so I was spread out and completely helpless. The cool air was hitting my exposed flesh between my legs making me need to pee.

“She’s awake,” a voice called out that I didn’t recognize. Footsteps pounded the floor in deliberate, daunting steps. A pair of expensive loafers appeared in my line of limited view and a voice I recognized sent shivers through my entire body.

“Hello Blue, you’re going to learn what breaking the confidence of your clients will get you. Trust is paramount in our circles and you of all people should know that. Make her suffer.”

“Wait,” I cry but a ball gag is shoved into my mouth to muffle my voice. Heavy hands land with a smack on my hips and Frank’s voice rings out into the room, making bile rise and leak around the gag.

“Take her ass, save the pussy for my fist.”

The burning and tearing was excruciating and I couldn’t scream past the gag, the force of his hips crushing me against the vault over and over kept knocking the wind from me and I thought I was going to die each time. His hands were rough on my hips and his disgusting dick was so big it made me bleed to an extent that there was a small puddle forming on the floor.

Tears blurred and stung my eyes, the blue strips in my hair reminding me of Jenson twirling them through his fingers only days ago, Jenson . . . I tried to anchor myself to thoughts of him and disappear into a bubble where this was just a body and my mind wasn’t there to engage the pain.

“Oh look at the mess he’s made of your ass Blue. Oh shit you can’t look can you, let me take this out.” The ball gag loosened and dropped to the floor, my vomit with it. “Eww you nasty bitch.” A smack to the side of my face made spots appear in my eyes, the impact instantly bringing with it pain. “You’re so manly hitting a tied up woman,” I spat at him with the blood filling my mouth.

The other guy let out an uncontrollable laugh. “Oh she’s feisty for a stupid bitch who’s just been ass fucked within an inch of her life.”

“Maybe we’re being too soft on her?”

“Fuck you,” I breathed and they both chuckled.

“No sweetheart, we’re going to fuck you.”

Piercing pain lights one side of my ass and I realize the sick prick is biting into me, “She’s so rump.”

Frank disappeared from my view and not being able to see behind me was terrifying. Hands scratched over me, digging in and taking flesh away, teeth penetrated my skin on my thighs and screaming out left my throat raw. Blood was rushing to my head, making me lose consciousness and I thanked God for the small mercy.

“There’s too much blood,” I could hear Frank saying as his hips thrusts against mine. I was freezing cold and my body was shaking involuntarily from shock and fear, my bladder had betrayed me and I was laying in my own fluids. I was spread-eagled on a tiled floor my arms and legs tied to chain hoops coming out the floor. I knew Hunter kept places like this for perverts to use for their sick fantasies, women were objects to be bought, used and disregarded like the trash for some of the sick bastards Hunter acquired for.

My stomach was cramping so bad and all I wanted to do was curl into a ball. The junction between my thighs had become numb to the abuse they had inflicted in my passed out hours.

Frank’s naked body was between my thighs, he looked like a giant compared to me. He held up his hand which was covered in blood and looked over to a bunch of sexual tools all covered in my blood, “Looks like I may have caused some damage down there.”

“She looks a little pale.” Another voice joined Frank’s.

A hot fire stung at my chest. “No more sleeping.” The smell of my skin made me retch, the pig was burning me with a cigarette. “You have such fucking perfect tits.” Burns and teeth marks now littered the skin there so they would always remind me of these bastards.

“I’m going to fuck her tits.”

My eyes were closing up from being swollen and I couldn’t see the face of the person now straddling my chest, he was heavy and restricted my breathing from crushing my chest with his weight. My tits were forced together against his cock and he squeezed to an unbearable pressure making me try to twist to hurl him off. I was so weak though, I barely moved and he mocked me with laughter and slaps to my face, “I want to choke her.”

“Just don’t kill her.”

Hands wrapped around my throat, robbing me of the little air I had. Darkness was my friend, a gift.

Water woke me, freezing cold and poured straight over my face, “Why so much blood?” I could hear Hunter ask. “She’s haemorrhaging, deliver her now before she fucking dies.”

I felt restraints being taken from me and I was lifted from the floor. My arm felt too loose, I had no control over it and every part of my body screamed at me when I was slung over a shoulder. Feet pounded and the temperature changed from hot to cold as I was taken through halls and then into the air outside. Whoever had me threw me into a van and the impact stole my breath. I was dying. I could feel my spirit splinter and float away in all directions.

Darkness swallowed me.

“Oh shit, is she breathing?”

“Barely, we need to deliver her now before she dies.”

“Dead wasn’t the fucking contract idiot!”

“Not my fault, they call his junk the pussy terminator for a reason you know.” A man laughs and it’s like an echo in an alleyway. Cold air rushes over my naked fragile body and I’m pushed into the air. I feel the burn of the concrete as it scrapes my flesh away.

“Oh fuck, call an ambulance and help from inside but tell them to keep Jenson away” I hear called out before I lose the light once again.

Time passes with flashes of consciousness; I was in a hospital, the beeping of machines. The coming and going of doctors made me aware I was away from my tormentors.

“What happened to you honey, can you sip some water for me?”

“Baby . . .” I murmur already knowing the answer,

“Shh, we can discuss everything when you’re more awake.”