7. Olivia

Olivia

H ands, strong hands, pin me down, my clothes being torn apart, and then…pain…so much pain, and I feel like I am ripped in two. I try to speak, but it feels like I have ashes in my mouth, and the blinding pain makes it impossible to think.

My eyes open, and I am faced with that turquoise gaze that once made me feel safe, except he is not the same as before. He looks at me with loathing, the promise of torture and slow death shining in his eyes. Some forgotten survival instinct ignites inside me, and I try to escape him. I scream and thrash as my fingernails claw at his face, three long parallel scratches appearing on his cheek.

Something vicious flashes in his eyes, and he hits me with the back of his hand, my right ear ringing and my head turning to the left, my eyes landing on the Lord who stopped Rueben from killing me, and I realize my mistake—the pain I felt moments ago was coming from my ribs and other parts of my body and not from someone who was trying to rape me.

My gaze returns to the one who slapped me.

Rueben.

Shit.

How many times did I get beaten into submission because I refused to do as told or I tried to stop someone from hurting me? No matter how many times Jason used his fists on me or had his friends fuck me until my pussy and ass felt like they were on fire from use, I don’t seem capable of understanding that any type of disobedience will bring only more pain.

Knowing what is to come, my body and mind prepare for a beating, only this time, it won’t be Jason who will punish me, but Rueben.

No doubt it will be much worse. Much, much worse.

“Stupid Diseased Cunt. Jasper, hold her!” Rueben’s angry tone as he curses me makes me freeze, and when he flips me on my stomach, despite the pain radiating from my ribs, I don’t dare move, especially when Rueben’s blood-brother puts his heavy hand on my back and pushes me down into the mattress, putting more pressure on my chest until breathing becomes almost impossible.

“What are you going to do?” Rueben is asked by his blood-brother.

“Teach her a lesson.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and get ready for a rain of fists to fall on me when I hear the swish of a belt in the air before it connects with my thighs. It hurts worse than I expected, and I bite the inside of my cheeks, imagining the orchard where I had been so in love and happy.

“Don’t you ever scratch me again or else I will yank out your fingernails and have you eat them,” Rueben snarls as he hits me again with his belt.

Jason has never used a belt on me, but my father sure did, many times, but he never hit me the way Rueben does it, with so much rage and hate. It hurts so bad it feels like my flesh is being ripped from my bones. Tears stream down my face, and I bury my face in the mattress, my whimpers being muffled by it. My head is spinning, and I just want everything to be over.

“Do you fucking understand, bitch?” I don’t reply because each time I did when Jason asked me something, the beating became worse. The belt lands on my ass, and a scream escapes my lips, but I doubt anyone heard it as Rueben yells, “Answer me, you stupid bitch, else I will return you and your diseased cunt to Malaky.”

I am so scared of Rueben that even if I want to speak, I am not sure I can. My fingers curl around the sheets, gripping them hard as I wait for Rueben to hit me again. The hand pining me into the mattress disappears, and then I hear, “If you don’t stop, you will kill her.”

I try to whimper a ‘kill me,’ but all I manage is to moan in pain.

“You do not know how hard it is not to snap her neck in two and throw her in the landfill with the rest of the trash like her,” Rueben sneers.

“Then it will be best if I take care of her.”

Rueben is silent for a few seconds before saying, “I will go check on Diva. Make sure to tie the bitch to the bed.”

“I doubt she will walk anytime soon. Look at the welts forming on her thighs and ass.”

“She deserved it for trying to claw my eye out. Tying her to the bed is to prevent her from doing something stupid,” Rueben says before I hear a door open and then close.

Rueben is not wrong. Given the chance, I would try to do something stupid.

Rueben’s blood-brother is quiet, and I stay alert in case he wants something from me. Sucking his cock or him fucking me will be even more painful than ever, especially given how sore I am and how my ribs hurt, or the constant throbbing of my thighs and ass, but just because I am in pain doesn’t mean men will take pity on me. They never do.

The last time I took drugs was more than a day ago, and I desperately need some heroin, especially now when my body craves it, and the anxiety of not knowing what will happen to me next is hitting me hard.

Turning my head in his direction, I try to ask him to give me something, but my throat is so dry that no words come out of my mouth.

“Let’s get you clean first,” he says, and I nod before attempting to stand, but my body refuses to obey me. “I got you,” he says, rolling me onto my back before picking me up.

His left hand goes under my ass, and I try to hold back my yelp as he carries me to the bathroom attached to my new prison. I rest my forehead against his shoulder and I whimper silently against his skin. Rueben belted me so hard I won’t be able to sit properly for days.

“Can you stand?” he asks while inside. “Until I turn on the water and make sure it is hot enough to warm you. You are so cold, it feels like I am touching a corpse.”

I don’t feel cold or hot, but given the circumstances, I wonder if I am in shock. Rueben finding me is surely something I didn’t expect.

“It would be best if you sit for a moment,” he says as he lowers the toilet lid and puts me on top of it.

The lid is cold, offering some comfort to my aching muscles.

“I am Jasper,” he says as he turns on the shower. “And I am sure you already know who Rueben is.”

I remain silent, unsure of how to respond. The last time I had a real conversation with someone was…years ago. And even then, men weren’t interested in talking to me, only getting into my pants.

Jasper removes his clothes and boots as he keeps talking, “The other three are Ansel, Tyson, and Mose.”

I tense for a moment, knowing what is to happen, and when he turns to face me, my gaze falls on his dick, and oh boy… he is big. Maybe one of the biggest I have seen, and he is not even erect. I try not to wince as I think how badly it will hurt when he will fuck me.

Just like the Dukes, he also has piercings, but while the Dukes have a deep shaft reverse Prince Albert piercing, Jasper has a round piercing on the tip of his dick.

My gaze goes lower, and I see his left knee. From the looks of it, he had been in a bad accident or something like that, as scars cover it.

Jasper comes to me and removes the shirt I wear, and takes me to the shower. Like him, I too have scars on my body, all made by men who I was forced to fuck. There had been a time when I considered myself beautiful, but it all changed when the word ‘whore’ was carved on my stomach.

The hot water warms me, and I start shaking. I don’t know if it is from the lack of drugs or if everything is finally catching up to me, but my body is finally reacting. Jasper has me face the tile wall, and I brace myself for his violent intrusion.

“It seems that you have had a few rough nights,” he says as he cleans the dried blood from my skin with the help of a loofah poof. While the cuts made by Malaky and his men aren’t deep, some of them probably opened while I was running through the forest.

His touch is gentle, especially when he reaches my ass and the back of my thighs. “I will apply some ointment when I get you to bed, it should speed up the healing. The belt tore into your skin, but I don’t think it will leave permanent damage. I will ask Mose to look at it later.”

I don’t understand why he pretends to be concerned about me when he let Rueben whip me with his belt. Life has taught me that men will say anything to get laid. Once, I believed in nice words, but no more. I will never ever believe in what a man says, no matter how sincere he sounds.

Jasper turns me around. I look at his chest while I wait for him to finish cleaning me. It is the first time I’ve taken a shower with someone, but there are people who like it. I guess Jasper is one of them.

His attention turns to my tits. Despite being underweight and full of scars, my tits are the only thing that I like and hate at the same time about me. And they are the only thing men didn’t try to damage. The tips of his fingers brush the underside of my left tit, his cock stirring to life. I wrap my right hand around it. I feel more piercings under my fingers—a Jacob’s Ladder of five metallic bars on the underside of his dick.

I lick my lips, a few drops of water entering my mouth, enough to chase the dryness away, and with a trembling voice, I ask, “How may I please you?”

He chuckles softly before removing my hand. “By staying still while I finish cleaning you.”

It is rare that a man turns down sex, but you won’t hear me complain. I let my mind wander while Jasper puts more shower gel on the loofah poof and cleans my tits. He avoids my ribs, but he does say, “If you have a hard time breathing, let me know.”

In time, I learned how to trick my body into not feeling the pain anymore. It all starts from the brain. Of course, the drugs help a lot. And right now, when my body aches from everything that has happened to me in the last two days, a bottle of whiskey and some meth sounds like heaven.

“Spread your legs,” he asks, and I obey immediately. I expect him to shove his fingers or fist inside me, but all he does is clean my pussy. It hurts due to how sore I am, but I don’t say anything. “We prefer shaved pussy,” he says when he turns off the water, “but I will take care of it later. It’s not like we are going to fuck you today.”

I want to look at his face and read his expression, but I don’t dare to do so, not when I don’t know the rules they have for me. Besides, I don’t think I will be alive for much longer to learn all of them.

What I don’t understand is why Rueben hasn’t killed me already. Does he plan to prolong my suffering? Despite the warm water, I shiver.

Jasper gets out of the shower, grabs a towel that sits on the counter, and wraps it around his waist before helping me dry and put the shirt back on.

“Time to get you into bed,” he says as he takes me back to the room.

He has me lie on my back, and then he covers me with the blanket.

“Can I get my daily dose now?” I dare to ask as my body screams for drugs.

Jasper grabs my hands and puts them above my head. Something cold locks around my wrists, and I tilt my head up to see what he is doing—he just cuffed me to the bed. It doesn’t surprise me, there have been men who have tied me up before and done all kinds of terrible things to me.

“Daily dose of what?” he wants to know.

But I am sure he already knows what I am asking for. “Of my drugs.”

“You are done destroying your body with that shit,” he says as he also cuffs my ankles.

My gaze rushes to his face, and for a moment, our eyes lock. He has a round piercing in the septum of his nose and short locs. Tearing my gaze from his, I say, “Please, I… need it. I will be good and do whatever you want. I won’t even put up a fight.”

He pulls the blanket away from me and lifts up my shirt. Running a finger along my good ribs, he points out, “Food is what you need, not drugs.”

“I am not hungry,” I whisper.

“That’s too bad because Mose is a really good chef, even if he adds spice to everything he makes. Even to ice cream,” he huffs as he covers me again. Who eats spicy ice cream? “I will leave you to rest for a while,” he adds before disappearing inside the bathroom.

Now that the rush of running through the forest has passed and my body has started to relax, the craving for drugs hits me so hard I start to pull on my restraints, hoping I can free myself and…find a way to end myself.

When Jasper emerges from the bathroom, I stop moving.

“Please, just one more dose. I… my ribs hurt so bad, and I feel like I can’t breathe.” It’s not entirely a lie, as I do need some heroin to survive the torture Rueben and his blood-brothers have planned for me. “Please!” Tears pool in my eyes. “Please! Everything hurts. I need it to numb my body.”

Jasper leaves on the lamp next to the bed and goes to the door. “I will send Mose over and see if he can give you something for the pain.” As he cracks open the door, he says, “I will see you in the morning when I bring you breakfast. The ointment is in the main house, so I will apply it then if Mose doesn’t do it before me.”

I watch as he leaves, and for the first time in my life, I don’t want to be left alone, especially as I start to shake uncontrollably.

If Rueben doesn’t kill me, the lack of drugs will. It’s just a matter of time and which of the two is faster.