Chapter 34

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

TAVISH

The words strike fear in me when paired with what I'm looking at.

They have someone in a metal cube. The guy looks out of it. Completely unaware of what's happening to him. The people standing around the cage are pissing on the guy and calling him names while someone fucks his face, and another guy is pounding his ass.

People are cheering and begging for a turn, and all I want to do is run away and hide.

I don't wanna do that.

The drugs I've been given already have my heart rate and temperature skyrocketing, but the sight of the cage sends shivers down my spine, filling me with an overwhelming sense of dread. I've been tied down and immobilized so many times that it petrifies me. I fucking hate it.

Or I do with anyone who's not Daddy.

Daddy can tie me down.

But this isn't a safe place. Daddy's not here. Not that he'd ever let someone see me like this. I pull at Samuel's hold on me, trying to get away. He backhands me, and a guy in the crowd with us looks me up and down. His hands follow his eyes before his gaze turns to Samuel with a cocked brow.

Samuel jerks his head at Whiskey and Hollywood. They step away, this fingers leave my body. Before I can sigh in relief, Samuel then nods at the new guy. He walks around behind me, and his fingers drift down over my spine to my ass, which catches fire when he lands a hard smack. My ass jiggles, and I can't deal with this anymore. I want it to be over. I want everything to end, so I never have to come back to this place.

Fingers, a lot of them, bury themselves in my channel, and the pain has black spots floating in my eyes, dimming my vision. In and out, spreading me open. Rubbing my prostate, making my dick jump, even though I don't want this. Even though I hate this and what is happening to me.

Samuel thrusts his tongue into my mouth. When he pulls away, he smacks my face, then backhands me again.

More kisses.

More hits.

My ass is burning.

Reality fades away as I slink into the recesses of my mind, trying desperately to hide from everything and everyone. A floaty, disconnected feeling comes over me as I let go of the pain and what's happening to me. My mind builds a wall between me and what's going on around me. Time, space, and all the other things don't exist in the floaty place.

Waves of nothingness surround me, and the avoidance is bliss. My head lolls from side to side, rolling around on my shoulders, and my eyes close. A kaleidoscope of colors flashes across the backs of my eyelids as I drift in the vacuum of my mind.

The cacophony of noise snatches away the reprieve, and it drills into my brain and soul, dissolving the solitude. It's so loud it jars my teeth and robs the world of sound like I'm watching a silent movie. Everyone is rushing about, their mouths moving, but then that disappears too because the lights go out, dropping us into a black hole.

I stand completely still, not sure what to do. I can feel someone touching me, then someone else. Minutes or seconds later, dim lights pop on, but they're not very bright. I can see Samuel and Her standing in front of me.

She's naked too. There are bruises, scratches, and other marks littered across her skin, and she's panicked. She's screaming, pulling at Samuel's grasp on her, but I can't make out what she's yelling about.

Samuel smacks her around just like he did me, but it does nothing to chill her out. She fights more frantically now. Punching and smacking him about the head and kicking at his legs as she jerks at his hold on her.

My head wobbles, but I try pulling away, too. I don't know how he's keeping a hold of the two of us, with us both jerking against his grip, but he's locked on tight, and we cannot break free.

Suddenly, everything goes deathly quiet, only to be disturbed by a pop pop. Eyes widen, mouths fall open and everyone stops like God pushed pause on the big remote in the sky. All at once, the panic multiplies tenfold, and people are screaming and running for the windows and doors while the guests and Order members chase them down.

Then his voice comes to me as if it's floating across the water like a mythological siren calling me home.

"Tavish!"