Dragon, p.2
Dragon, page 2
With tears of terror burning in my eyes, I yank hard on the cuffs. The stinging of my flesh as the metal cuts into my wrist is nothing compared to the way fear gouges its way deep inside me.
“Hello, Chase,” a deep, baritone voice rumbles. “Looks as though you’ve been caught.”
“Let me go, motherfucker!” I bellow, struggling to no avail.
The creep appears in the opening, dressed from head to toe in black. He’s easily seven feet tall and massive like a linebacker.
Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck.
Someone sobs and I realize it’s me.
The begging is me too.
“P-Please l-l-let me g-go.” Hot tears streak down my face as I wonder if I’ll ever see Mom again. I’d give up my Beamer and basketball and alcohol. I’d give up anything just to be in her loving arms again.
His heavy footfalls approach and he looms over me. I scramble out of his reach, covering my nudity the best I can. He squats in front of me and dark, soulless eyes peer back at me through a cloth full-face mask.
“You’ll make a great pet, Caught. I just have to train you first.”
I shrink away when he reaches for me. “Don’t t-touch me!”
He chuckles, low and sinister. “I’m sorry, kid, but you’re mine now. You’ll soon learn that every single inch of you is mine to touch whenever I damn well please.”
My sobs and fighting are no match for this giant.
He overpowers me.
Again and again and again.
It isn’t until hours later, when I’m shaking in a mixture of pain and shock, that I come to a stark realization.
I’ll never see Mom or Dad or my brothers or Donte again.
I’ll never leave this monster’s clutches.
Never.
Cove
Present Day – November
I sucked a dick.
The disgusting part was I didn’t hate it.
Nothing against gay people. Clearly, I’m one of them. The part that makes me ill is I sucked the dick of my captor on camera.
On. Fucking. Camera.
The whimpers I made weren’t all bad ones. When I hear them repeated over and over in my head, I can’t help but hate myself, though.
I should have screamed and cried. I should have bit his dick off.
What I shouldn’t have done was marvel over the fact I was sucking someone off for the first time in my sexually confused life. My own dick was hard because it turned me on.
Sick.
This would be so much easier to stomach if I was in captivity alone—Night Giant’s personal dick sucking movie star—because then I wouldn’t have to face the reality of my perverseness.
But I’m not alone.
Both my sisters are here with me and it’s all my fault.
Twins are all the rave, they’d said.
I’m too small, I threw back.
Size means nothing, they’d replied.
Like an idiot, I fell for it. I thought those motherfuckers in their fancy suites actually wanted me to model for them. When they’d assured me I was photogenic and beautiful, I believed it because I desperately wanted the attention those men were offering.
I went willingly.
With monsters.
I’m photogenic all right. But what I had in mind was magazine spreads for fashion magazines, not dark web pornographic snuff films.
Somehow, because of my mistakes, my sisters are now here with me. Trapped. Doomed for probably much worse than my dick sucking performance. Based on how the other captives have been treated, it’s only a matter of time before my beautiful sisters are raped and tormented.
I can guarantee they won’t like it.
They won’t be sitting around replaying how their captor smelled or the way his semen tasted on their tongue. They certainly won’t be fucking aroused.
The shame and guilt are threatening to eat me alive. I wish I could figure out a way to help them escape. If it meant offering myself to Night Giant in exchange for them, I would. I’m an idiot for even deluding myself into thinking that their escape is a possibility.
This place is what nightmares are made of.
We’re trapped in an abandoned hotel, in a tiny room with a bunch of other people, all waiting to be sexually abused or worse.
“It’s okay,” Calla, my twin, whispers.
Her voice is soft and meant only for me. We communicate with just looks most of the time, but considering I can’t meet her gaze, she actually has to speak.
She’s wrong, though. It’s not okay.
Nothing will ever be okay again.
The Gale siblings will die in this shithole, raped and slaughtered. From what one of the crazy captives, who’s been here longer than anyone, told me, there’s lots more horrible shit left in store for us.
“You.”
Night Giant’s deep voice echoes across the room, carving a hole inside my chest and filling it with dread. At least when I’d been with him before, we were alone—aside from the stupid camera—so there weren’t witnesses in the room with us.
“You remind me of little Caught when I first captured him.” Night Giant’s voice, directed my way, has me flinching. “Innocent and so goddamn breakable. Your cock sucking video was just the beginning and already is a favorite among our viewers. Soon, you’ll be a well-known star like Caught.”
My dick twitches at the reminder, but shame and disgust at myself have it softening again.
Stormy, my older sister, shakes her head and I know what’s coming. She’ll try to protect me at all costs. It’s what she does—what she’s always done. The man behind her yanks on her hair, keeping her in place, though.
“Stop,” she pleads. “Don’t do this.”
Night Giant ignores her as he drags me toward the cage door. What happened earlier with Night Giant was easy and not terrible, but something tells me I won’t slide by unscathed this time. Calla sobs loudly behind me. My heart rate pounds inside my chest, fear trickling in slowly at first but then flooding in when I see him.
With Dragon.
The mindless murderer Night Giant calls Caught.
Before I was made to suck Night Giant’s dick, I was told all about his precious pet Caught. How vicious and violent he is but compliant and heeds his commands.
Dragon seems like a fucking lunatic.
Hot, tattooed, and muscular as hell, but totally crazy.
Now I’m trapped in a cage with the guy. This shit isn’t going to end well.
“He’s not like the others,” Night Giant says to Dragon. “You’re going to have to use his body like I use yours. Break him that way.”
The fear that had been flooding into me now turns to ice, making my body tremble.
“No,” Stormy croaks out. “Don’t do this.”
No one listens.
Dragon begins circling me, cracking his neck, his crazed green eyes boring into me. All I can do is stare back, horrified that I’m about to be this man’s next victim. I should run or fight back. All I can do is gape in shock.
“Take off your clothes,” Night Giant orders. “Now, boy.”
His words jolt me into action. I stumble over my feet as I scramble away, whimpering and finally finding my voice. “No. I don’t want to do this.” I sound like a child, not some nineteen-year-old man.
“If you don’t do it, Caught will help you,” Night Giant says with a cruel laugh. When I disobey, Night Giant whistles at Dragon. “Here.” He shoves a small pocketknife through the chain-link fence. “Help the boy, boy.”
Dragon’s green eyes blaze at the sight of the knife. He snatches it from Night Giant’s meaty hand and whirls around, his shoulders tense and poised as he readies to attack me.
I’m going to die.
It’ll be painful and terrifying from the looks of it.
Despite the beautiful monster before me, my dick certainly isn’t hard now.
Dragon pounces toward me, but I’m quick, sidestepping him. Not quick enough, though, because Dragon tackles me to the mattress in the middle of the floor. My scream echoes loudly in the room. Ruthlessly, Dragon tears through my shirt with the pocketknife.
He’s going to rape me while my sisters watch.
Fuck.
“Don’t touch my brother, you motherfucker!” Stormy screams out at Dragon.
She clings to the outside of the cage, screaming out obscenities and orders as though she’s actually the one in charge rather than Night Giant. Dragon pauses to glower at my sister.
“Dragon, let him go! Don’t do to him what that bastard did to you!” she shrieks. “You’re better than that!”
Dragon’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t move. Time seems to pause as I wait for him to unleash his wrath. The thunderous pounding of my heart is dizzying.
“Let me in there instead,” she demands, fighting against the guy behind her, her eyes slicing over to Night Giant. “You want Dragon to fuck someone, then send me in. Not my brother.”
Night Giant’s phone rings and he ignores us to take the call. He grunts out a few words and then ends it before walking Stormy’s way.
“Looks like you got your wish, blondie. The paying customers want to see those fat titties. The junkies didn’t put up enough fight, but you, my dear,” Night Giant croons, petting her hair, “look like quite the fighter.”
He unlocks the cage and the man behind her shoves her inside. My beautiful, brave sister has just sacrificed herself for me when it’s all my fucking fault we’re here to begin with. I run over to her, hugging her tight, inhaling her familiar scent. I wish I knew how to undo all of this. To find a way for us to escape.
“Time to go, little one,” Night Giant orders. “Let your sister take your punishment since she’s so willing.”
I choke out a sob, begging for her to forgive me. She cries too as she kisses the side of my head.
“It’s okay,” she murmurs. “Keep Calla safe.”
I’m such a pussy.
I should be taking whatever Dragon doles out like a goddamn man, not allowing my sister to fight this battle for me.
“Go,” she orders, her voice turning firm.
I leave my sister alone with the fire-breathing dragon.
Pussy.
I’m taken out of the cage and shoved to the floor beside my twin. She clings to me, crying for Stormy, who’s now the one in danger. I bury my face in my hands, unable to look. I can’t watch her take the punishment for my mistakes.
Her screams and Dragon’s vicious growls have me retreating far inside my mind, where I don’t have to face the fact I’m weak and caused all of this. Rocking in place, I squeeze my eyes shut and cover my ears.
I can’t listen to him rape her.
I can’t.
One of her screams pierces my peaceful sanctuary, drawing me back to the horrors in my present reality. Stupidly, I chance a glance into the cage.
I’m met with the harsh aftermath of what my sister endured for me.
Naked.
Her bared ass splattered with semen.
Destroyed at the hand of that monster who lies beside her, face up and panting.
“Brav-fucking-o,” Night Giant says, clapping. “The viewers loved that shit.”
If we make it through this alive, I’m not sure how my sister will ever forgive me. I know one thing’s for sure, I’ll never forgive myself.
And, given the opportunity, I’ll make Dragon pay for what he did to her.
Dragon
Several Months Later - June
I can’t sleep.
Not since my last stint with Night Giant. When he forced me to…
Black. Black. Black.
All my rage swirls into a storm cloud of fury that successfully blocks out my memories. My nightmares might continue to haunt me, but when I’m awake, I’m in control.
I’ll always be in control.
Night Giant won’t ever get the opportunity to touch me again.
He might still walk the streets, but one day soon, I’ll make him pay. I want it to be perfect. The monster doesn’t know he’s going to be in my biggest show yet.
I’m the fucking star.
He created me, so it’s only right he gets to see the final production. To be a leading role, this time in my show. I’ll make sure he feels every single ounce of pain and shame he caused me since I was just sixteen years old.
My chest aches when I think back to that day I was so brutally stolen from my life. Sometimes, Mom’s face enters my dreams. Sometimes it’s Dad. The only time tears fall is when I think about them.
My brothers.
I try not to check in on them, but it’s my guilty pleasure. Seeing my three younger brothers grow into brilliant, successful young men gives me a sliver of peace. I doubt I’ll ever show my face to them again, yet seeing them feels like I can steal tiny memories of a past that was once good.
Katana, sensing my dark mood, crowds closer. If it weren’t for him saving my ass over a decade ago that night in the dumpster in Memphis when I was a traumatized eighteen-year-old, I would’ve probably ended up right back with Night Giant. I owe Katana my life. I owe him everything. He might have divulged to Koyn and the others my past, but it was only because he wanted to save us. I’ve forgiven him for it.
“It’s a wedding, dumbass. Put your phone away,” Stormy gripes, her pregnant ass trying and failing to steal my phone.
“Your hillbilly wedding’s over. You did the duck walk in your pretty white dress and ate cake. Leave me alone.”
She rolls her eyes that are painted heavily with mascara. Her stomach is fucking huge. Won’t be long and we’ll be adding another kid to this crew.
“I don’t walk like a duck,” she argues. “Dickhead.”
I smirk because she so does walk like a duck. “When are we having real food? I’m fucking starving.”
“Bermuda is barbequing chicken. God bless that hot boy’s heart.” She winks at me, the jagged scar I gave her stretching as she smiles. “Save me some drumsticks or so help me there’ll be hell to pay.” She smacks my stomach, nailing me with her big-ass ring.
“Why are pregnant women so bitchy?” I mutter to Katana as she walks away.
She flips me off and he shrugs.
My grin fades away when I see him. Baby Prospect. Standing at the edge of the woods, just beyond where we held the wedding, his hands stuffed in his jeans’ pockets, frowning at the ground like it personally wronged him. For a soft fucker, he pouts like a big-ass prick like Koyn. Must’ve got that attitude of his from his bitchy big sister.
One of the other guests, a Fed named Nick Carmichael who Copper is buddies with, walks over to Cove. Cove’s body tenses as the man speaks to him. Too close. Katana touches my back, dousing the sudden roaring raging fire inside me.
“What?” I grumble.
“I don’t like that guy,” he mutters.
They’re the only words of confirmation I need before I’m flipping open my knife and stalking over to the two men. Nick sees me first, his eyes widening in fear. He holds his hands up in a placating way. When Cove sees me, his blue eyes flash with anger.
Toward me.
Fuck you, Baby Prospect.
“Time to go, Robin,” I snap, putting my body between Nick and Cove. I glower down at the shorter male version of Stormy. “Now.”
Fury explodes from him and he fucking shoves me.
Me!
“Go to hell, Dragon. You’re not my boss.”
My dick twitches at the thought of teaching him a fucking lesson or two.
“You’ll do as I say, Baby Prospect, because you have to. Let’s go.”
“And if I don’t?” he challenges, glowering up at me. “What then? Gonna tell Daddy?”
I grab him by his cut, hauling him closer. “Refer to Prez as Daddy again and he’ll whip your little ass.” I smirk. “Or maybe he’ll let me do that job. We both know I can overpower you.”
It’s a low blow.
Reminding him of that day I was ordered to fuck and kill him.
And, as predicted, the fire is squelched, and he withers in front of me. I should feel like a dick, but it solved the problem of him and Nick talking. That fucker disappeared seconds after I arrived.
“Let me go,” Cove chokes out, not meeting my stare.
“Never going to happen.”
His brows furl together and fiery eyes are back on mine. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I made a promise to your sister.” I flash him an evil grin. “It means you belong to me now, Robin.”
“I’ll never belong to you or anyone,” he snarls, successfully wrenching himself from my grip. “Jesus, you’re such a cockblock. I’d like to lose my virginity sometime this century and of my own free will, asshole.”
I stare after him as he storms off, trembling with anger.
A cockblock?
His virginity?
I knew Night Giant forced him to suck cock on his first and only video, but it still shocks me he managed to make it out of there without worse shit happening. Violent, horrible rape from that sonofabitch. Add in the fact Baby Prospect is like nineteen or some shit, it’s shocking to hear he’s still a virgin. Unimaginable, in fact.
My eyes home back in on Nick, who watches Cove like he’s a little piece of virgin ass he can’t wait to tap.
Hell no.
“You have murder in your eyes,” Katana says, appearing beside me. “Who are we killing today?”
I let out a dark chuckle. “Baby Prospect’s sex life, apparently.”
“I didn’t know he was gay.”
“And I didn’t know he was a virgin,” I mutter. “You know what they say about virgins?”
“I don’t think I want to know.”
Ignoring my best friend, I continue, “They’re meant to be sacrificed to the devil.”
“I don’t think that’s a saying, man.”
“It is now.” I wink at him and punch his arm. “Come on, we have devil’s work to do.”
