Chapter 2

I'd always thoughtthere was a little good in everyone. Shade and Liam are the exceptions.

Twenty paces to one side, ten paces to the door, twenty paces to the other side.

Being locked up in this cell has left me with a lot of downtime. Not that I"m complaining. Either I was in the cell, or Shade pulled me and Bishop out to entertain his guests.

I know it's going to happen again, but any time that I don't have to endure those creepy men leering at my body I"ll call a win.

Just outside the door, I hear shuffling. They must be bringing Bishop back. I quickly rush to the opposite end of the small cell. The cold, somewhat damp stone shocks my skin as I press my back hard against the wall.

I make sure to keep any emotion off my face as the door opens. So far I've been keeping up a strong front, trying my hardest not to show Shade or Liam that they are getting under my skin, but it's getting harder and harder as the days go on.

My heart shutters to a stop as Liam opens the door and Bishop is shoved into the room. His chestnut brown skin is a much deeper color with almost a bluish tinge to it. "I hope you get enough rest; tomorrow we start up the fun again." Liam chuckles and he looks up in my direction.

"You fucking asshole!" I snarl but I don"t take even one step forward. I can"t do anything. Even now, the force of guards behind Liam let me know that if I attempted to fight I"d be beat mercilessly, again.

"Fucking asshole? I thought you were an educated woman? That"s all you have to say to me? I have to say, I"m rather disappointed."

"I don"t give a damn what you think of me. You"re nothing but a speck of a man, an insignificant flea put in a place of power. You"re a nobody. These guys only keep you around so they can laugh at the poor little boy playing like he"s a king." My words are laced with barbs and venom. By the look on his face, I"d say they hit there mark.

His lip curls up slightly and he takes a long stride in the room. Beyond reason, Bishop pushes himself up to get between Liam and I. "D..d..don"t ffff...ucking touch her."

Sensing the tension rising in the room the guards step in as well but Liam puts his hand up to stop them, "There"s no need for any of that. Besides our guests don"t want to see our leading lady with bruises all over her body, " Liam peers in my direction once again, "Ms. Katt, I"d save my energy for tomorrow if I were you. Last I heard, the clients wanted a show that would take their breath away." Looking to Bishop he continues, "and if you even get the notion that you"re going to try and spare her, just remember, there"s nothing either of you can do. You"ve got no protection here and the minute you stop proving to be useful will be the day you both die."

Liam smirks one final time before he gestures for the guards to leave the room and he follows, closing and locking the door behind him.

The minute the heavy locks engage with the closed door, Bishop collapses back down to the ground and I drop to my knees and crawl over to him.

"Oh my god! What happened? What did they do to you?" I pull him into my lap and hiss at the contact of his skin against mine. He"s ice cold. "You're freezing." I hiss and do my best to wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, rubbing up and down for friction.

"I've… I've… I've had worse," Bishop jokes but nuzzles closer against me, trying desperately to siphon off some of my body heat for himself.

"Bishop, why is he doing this to you? Do you know something or does he want you to tell him something? Whatever it is, it's not worth this." I squeeze him harder.

"He doesn't want anything from me. He's just getting his rocks off seeing me hurt." Bishop smiles up at me with chattering teeth.

I sit with him, wrapping my body as close to him as I possibly can. I'm only wearing a long shirt and panties. If this were any other guy, I'd be embarrassed by how intimate something like this would be, but not with Bishop. Not only because he's never once made me feel less than comfortable but because he's already had me several times over.

All on the orders of Shade and the rest of his Faceless asshole crew.

While Liam may get his rocks off beating and torturing Bishop, he didn't have much use for me. So Shade took it upon himself to make me useful. He went about selling the only commodity I had to offer that meant anything to him.

My pussy.

At least once a week, Shade and a few of the other guards come in here and pull both Bishop and me out of the room and lock us in a clear plastic cell. Armed guards secure the door, and there's nothing in the room we'd be able to use to break the walls. It's exactly how Shade wanted it. Instead of selling me to the highest bidder, he sells the rights to watch Bishop ravage me. The patrons jeer and laugh as Shade orders Bishop to take me in some unspeakable ways. Tied up, hard, soft, with toys… depending on the highest selling request, that's what I'm made to do.

No matter how many times they come in here for me, there is one constant. Bishop fights and pushes back with all his might, disgusted by the orders to hurt me. He doesn't want to. But even I know, if he doesn't, it'll be the end of his life.

"Did you hear anything about tomorrow?" I ask him as his body slowly stops shaking.

Bishop clenches his jaw tight and looks away from me.

"Hey, don't do that. I know you wouldn't do these things to me if you had any other choice in the matter." I reach over and gently pull his face back in my direction.

"You don't fucking deserve this. There has to be a way to make them stop. I just won't do it." Bishop's words get louder with each statement.

I can't let him do that. "Bishop, you know what will happen to me if you decide not to play along with their sick games.As much as I don't want to go along with any of this, I'd rather have you with me than do this on my own."

His eyes soften, and he pulls me closer to his body. "I'm never going to leave you, Gabi. You're the only thing keeping me strong in here. I promise you I'll find a way to get them to stop this madness, but not one that will take me away from you."

It's the best promise that he can give me. It's not that I don't want him to fight; I just don't want to have to think about being here in this small room on my own.

There's nothing good about being kidnapped and played with by these crazy bastards that call themselves Faceless, but every day that I wake to see Bishop lying beside me gives me just a little more hope that things are going to be okay.