Chapter 6

"Mmm, I can see why he had eyes on you."

Damon muttered across the room, pulling himself into his jeans. The woman that was on him a mere second ago staggered herself out of the room with Ruby, disappearing into the hallway before the door closed behind them. He walked closer, still buckling himself away. Whatever fluttery feeling I had fucked off quick stat and fear swiftly returned.

My breath swayed, and I stood back against my enclosure. Having nowhere to go, I took comfort in knowing he couldn"t get inside, as Ruby had the key. My eyelids were pushed all the way up, and my lashes brushed against my brows; that was my reminder of just how tall he was. He draped his gaze down my body, hovering his blue eyes at my feet. They weren't as black as they were in the alleyway, they were filled of sex, and hunger. Damon tugged at his mask, pulling it up over his head.

His tussled chocolate-brown hair with what looked like a heavy amount of product in it flicked up, sticking up high on his head. His jawline was crisp, with clean-cut stubble along it. He was good-looking, if you liked ‘that type' of guy. But he was still an asshole. They all were. He didn't look a day over twenty, far too young to be involved in whatever situation this was. He threw on the same jacket he had on at the club. And if I was being honest, I hadn't a clue the day or time, when I last ate, when I last slept, or even showered. It just occurred to me that Ruby said she would be back later, but how later was later? Damon ran his fingers along the bars of the cage, and the other girls murmured under their breaths, seemingly in the same position I was.

Shrunken against the back of their cages, terrified yet somewhat curious because, let's face it, these guys were no ordinary-looking freaky kidnappers. They all had one thing in common: They were hot as fuck. Except for the shadow man. I had no idea what he looked like.

He continued to tap his fingers along the bars of my cage, then onto the next one, until he got to the last cage before waltzing himself behind the bar. The other girls kept their eyes on him, myself included. But I couldn't quite tell if they were watching him because they were terrified, or if they wanted to jump his bones. The sexual tension in the room was pitiful, though, I had to scold myself mentally. Because I was part of that tension.

"Mmm, refreshing." he teased after downing the glass of water in two gulps. His Adam"s apple protruding from his neckline sent a tingle between my thighs. That really needed to stop. I was a hostage, for Christ"s sake. My mouth tried to salivate, but only dryness returned. Damon was back at the front of my cage. "Stay away from me" I squeaked, flinching back. He fiddled with the pocket of his jeans, and pulled out a key, the same key as the one Ruby had. He shrugged mockingly and turned on his feet.

"Wait."

He stopped, glaring at me with a cocked brow and tilted head. "Hmm. You better watch your mouth around here." I nodded, and he opened my cage. My lips parted as he held the glass above my mouth. A singular drop wet my tongue, eliciting a feral groan like I hadn't had fluid for days to glimmer from my mouth. But the singular drop of water was all I was granted before the bastard tipped the entire glass onto the floor. I sobbed and he laughed, slamming my cage and walking off. "Tormenting her already?" Ruby hissed and returned from wherever she had disappeared to. "Ahh come on, I'm bored."

"Bored? You just had your dick inside some bitch. You fucking idiot, how could you be bored already?"

"I need entertaining." Ruby threw her knife across the room, the sharp end plummeting straight into a bottle of alcohol on the wall, inches from where he was standing. I gasped, along with the other girls. Damon smirked. "Ha, you missed". The two carried on like brother and sister, fighting like siblings would. Well, I wouldn't know, as I grew up an only child. But that was how I imagined it, always bickering and fighting like that, neither of them really trying to kill each other, but not entirely trying to avoid it either.

"I wasn't aiming." she retorted slyly. "Come on sis, let's drink. We have new toys to play with. We should celebrate." I shivered at Damon"s words. There was that word again, toy. Was that all I was? Was I not human anymore? "No- I have a better idea. Go get the other one, bring her here." Ruby now stood at my cage again, opening the gate.

"Come on! I don't have all day" she hissed.

I stood at the fireplace in silence with my eyes locked to the floor, trembling. The jagged edge of Ruby's knife was planted at the small of my back, too terrified to speak or even breathe as we waited for Damon to return. I didn't take my eyes from the floor when he came back. I think I counted how many threads of carpet the floor had by the time he returned. I was well aware that he had brought someone with him, as I could hear them muttering, resisting somewhat as they walked in. "Let's see what kind of toy we"re dealing with." Ruby's words sent a wave of panic through me, I was in a sex dungeon, with kidnappers. I didn't know what was expected of me, other than the possibility of being some sex slave. "She's jumpy and curious I know that much." Damon mocked. My eyes widened, and my heart picked up pace in my chest.

"Tilly?" I cried out. They hadn't been able to before now, but the tears streamed down my face. Relief washed over me. Relief that at least she wasn't murdered on the sidewalk after leaving with Damon. But the feeling didn't last long. It quickly churned into sympathy and revulsion, because she was here. That meant she was a prisoner too. "Esme?!" she wailed.

The distance between us was so far, yet so close. I went to embrace Tilly, but Ruby grabbed my arm, holding me tightly against her. The knife pressed a little harder against the small of my back, eliciting a yelp. "Nuh uh. Come, back against the wall. Now." she ordered. She gave another nudge with the knife, and I shuffled passed Tilly with my head down. Walking toward the wall on the other side of the fireplace.

If I learnt anything from the alleyway, I needed to do what they say the first time. Obey. There were two metal rings bolted into the wall, high enough that Damon's head could touch. I got the feeling they weren't there for decoration, though. After all, I was dealing with psychopaths. "Back to the wall." Her threat was firmer this time, if that were even possible. My feet were planted solidly into the floor, and as much as I told myself to move, I couldn't.

"NOW!" She scowled. I jolted, complying with her order with a sob. Ruby grabbed a metal rod from the top of the fireplace, holding it with force under my chin, shoving my head up to meet her gaze. "This will go one of two ways. You either obey us or you get punished for not doing so. It's your choice."

My throat was too thick to swallow the saliva that pooled in my mouth as she pushed the rod harder under my chin, the sensation tugging at the nerves on my tongue, I winced from the pain. "Let's try that again, shall we?" she snapped, and I offered her a mindless nod. "Good girl."

I inhaled a rapid blow of air and my eyes peeled open. Tilly was completely unclothed. How… when did that happen? "Take off her clothes." Ruby demanded, and my eyes widened. Despite the predicament, Tilly looked like she was in her element; her skin was glowing, and her eyes were smiling. Was she… turned on? It oddly gave me comfort. She seemed to possess a fraction of the panic and fear that I felt. Granted, this place was built for her; she loved being the centre of attention like this. Naked, controlled, admired. She loved all things sex. Clearly, being kidnapped didn't bother her. She had probably already fucked Damon.

I hadn't seen her under this type of lighting before, nor without clothes on. Her body looked amazing. I could feel my cheeks flush from the intrusive thoughts in my head, a sexual tension I didn't know I had for Tilly simmering away between my thighs. Tilly gulped before giving a slight nod, moving quickly to my side. Damon flopped onto a lounge chair, slouching and crossed a leg over his knee. He had a self-satisfied smirk beaming across his cheeks. An audience. Great. Tilly didn't hesitate, she tugged at my dress. Slowly. Giving me time to process.

I gulped, muttering silently to myself that I was all kinds of fucked up. She was a woman. Women don't admire other women sexually. That was just the way that it was. Right? Was there a switch? A button somewhere I didn't know about? A ‘button-that-turns-off-sexual-desires-that-shouldn't-be-felt'?

"Please, don't." I mumbled, looking at Ruby. "Don't speak unless you're begging." Damon ordered. My chin wobbled and Tilly continued. I closed my eyes to try and at least block out something, but it didn't help. The sensation of her warm, delicate fingers brushing against my skin as she continued to pull my dress up, past the apex of my thighs, sent me into overdrive. I had completely forgotten about the girls in the cages on the other side of the room until now. I'd never been naked in front of anyone ever. Let alone a room full of people. Revulsion brewed in my stomach. I was losing my mind.

My train of thought was all over the place. I took a deep breath, which Tilly mirrored. She clearly needed no introduction on how to unclothe a woman clearly. Tilly knew what she was doing, and she looked good doing it, based on Damon"s facial expression. The man could barely keep himself together, like a dog in heat, drooling. The sick bastard.

Ruby, on the other hand, stood watching with her arms crossed and her brow cocked, looking content with herself. My lips parted, making an O shape. Letting a breathy moan fall out as Tilly"s fingers skimmed under the bridge of my breasts to collect a bigger handful of the dress.

The dress was snug over my breasts, too tight to pull effortlessly over the darned things. A little tugging was needed. But then Ruby stepped in, a sly grin over her face as the jagged edge of her knife carved the dress clean in half up the length of it, without so much as touching my skin. It happened all too quickly that I didn't even flinch. She tore it right between the slit of my breasts.

My entire front section completely popped right out, and the black dress puddled on the floor at my feet. A tear fell down my cheek. Embarrassed, humiliated, and ashamed barely summed up the horrid feelings coursing through me. Tilly's brow creased, and she mouthed a ‘sorry', and a tear pooled at her eye, but didn't fall. I knew she felt bad doing this, seeing me this way, defenceless. Though her sorrow seemed genuine, it wasn't good enough to hide the part of her that was enjoying it.

"Arms up." Ruby insisted. I complied without hesitation. What was the point? It wasn't as if I was going to be granted my freedom if I asked. Given a slap on the ass and a sure Esme, off you go. Don't tell the cops, though. I at least had Tilly, and I clung to that. I wasn't alone. "Strap her in, Damon." Damon was quick to obey Ruby's order. The leather straps were cold against my skin as he tightened them around my wrists before securing me to a chain, linking it to the rings on the wall. It was only now I realised how small I really felt under Damon. His warm breath fanned over my skin. My arms even at full extension was only high enough to touch the base of his jawline, if I wanted to.

But I didn't. I let my eyes wander over him while he was attending me. Watching his chest rise and fall. How was it that watching the tension of his muscles, working double time to allow something so simple as breathing, be the very thing that tugged at the ache of my womanhood? His body heat radiating onto mine was charging the sparks to life between my legs. And I didn't know if I hated it or liked it. For a moment, I stopped breathing, letting the sound of my heartbeat thump in my head as Damon"s index finger followed the length of my arm. A tear trailed down my cheek as I squirmed against the cuffs, not that it achieved anything.

I was bound to the wall, and I wasn't going anywhere. Though, even if I had my arms free, something in me had me thinking I probably wouldn't run if I had the chance. My moral compass did tend to do that, it was defective. I was caught somewhere between somewhat turned on -and repulsed by myself for being turned on. I took the liberty of blinking up at Damon, seeing he wore a smug look on his face, too smug that he had a defenceless virgin pinned to the wall with no escape, no voice. But who was more turned on here? Me? Or him?

"Told you, sis, curious little minx. She's going to be fun to play with." he growled. His finger slid further down, trailing over the peak of my breast, my chest expanding to its full capacity to draw in a full fill of oxygen to my brain, but it didn't help. I instinctively arched my back, letting my neck roll behind me and let a breathy moan slip from my lips as his finger met my nipple. He gave it a pinch, and another illicit noise involuntary left my mouth. I squeezed my lips tight to mute myself. What the fuck was wrong with me? My body felt heavy against the straps around my wrists, and the unfamiliar sensation sent a flow of heat between my legs, which only sent a wave of confusion through my mind. I had no control over my body at this point.

"Oh, yes. I like this one. Sensitive little virgin." Ruby stirred. I shook my head in defiance "How… how do you... know I'm a v-v-virgin?" I stuttered between my turned-on pants. Or whatever they were called. Damon moved and his finger planted itself under my chin, his thumb darting across my bottom lip, forcing my mouth into an O shape.

"We can smell it on you, remember?" Damon mocked before shoving his fingers in my mouth. It was uncomfortable, but I didn't cough or gag. My heart skipped a beat momentarily, wondering what exactly virginity smelled like. And if he could smell it, did that make me dirty? Unclean? Mindlessly, my thighs gripped tight in attempt to block out the smell. But a sensation of moisture between then trickled in response, and my eyes widened.

Shit. And as though I triggered his mental train, Damon inhaled deeply through his nose. A venomous growl rumbled from the pits of his chest, as if my scent was intoxicating every nerve in his body. "Fuck, I hope H lets us keep this one for a little longer than the rest of them." Damon muttered to Ruby. His tone changed, a sense of desperation in his voice. H? Who was H? Was H the shadow man? How many people were in this fucking organisation? Damon, Ruby, Caine, the buff guy, Shadow Man, and now H? And a bunch of starving, abused women in the basement, Tilly and I included.

"Mmmm, yes. Me, too. She is going to be fun." Ruby agreed with a wicked grin. Whatever good feelings I had were now long gone. I really needed to remember I was a prisoner, denied my own wants and needs. I was a hostage. This wasn't the time or place to be sexually desired. This was a prison. I wondered if I was even being looked for. Who would file a missing person's report? The only person who would file a report was standing directly across from me. No one Tilly knew would look for us, not with amount of sexual partners she had. She was messing about all the time, hardly a concern for a missing persons report. And my boss certainly wouldn't look for me.

He probably wouldn't even know if I missed my shift at work. Now that I thought about it, he probably didn't even know my name. That fucker just treated me like I was nothing but shit under his shoe. I cursed at my intrusive thoughts, my skin bubbling with a sense of rage. An unfamiliar sensation. Too many unfamiliar sensations had happened so far, and I was losing my fucking mind. I needed to get the fuck out of here. Somehow.

Ruby yanked at the ends of the metal rod she had in her hand. A loud metallic twang sounded as the rod extended, doubling in length. Her lips twitched into a smirk, and she held the palm of her hand out. Damon dropped two brown leather cuffs into it, the same thickness as the ones around my wrists.

"Panties." Ruby hissed, directed at Tilly. My heart heaved. "No-" I protested. Whack. I cried out, an abrupt sting now planted on my thigh. The rod hit my skin hard and fast, leaving a red line. I went to mutter something but remembered my place. Shut the fuck up. I whimpered and swallowed hard. "Panties." Ruby repeated impatiently. Tilly gave me a sympathetic smile as she hooked her finger between the apex of my thigh and the fold of my stomach. Another tear freed from my eye and streamed down my cheek.

Refusing to look any further, I squeezed my eyes shut, letting Tilly diminish whatever was left of my dignity as she tugged my panties down to my ankles. I shuddered. Ruby placed the rod between the inside of my legs, strapping the cuffs around my ankles. Panic froze me as my thighs parted, and a cool sensation blew between my slit. She pushed the rod"s length further and further, stretching my legs open as wide as they could go.

With each click of the rod"s locks I winced from the tension. I gasped, and my eyes peeled open. I felt fluid trickle down my leg. Fuck. Did I just… pee myself? I didn't think I did. Shit. My cheeks flushed. Ruby's face lit up. "Look at her, she's glistening for us." Ruby stood back, looking hungrily at my womanhood, which only enticed Damon to look too. Fuck. They both lost themselves between my forced open legs.

I wriggled beneath their stares, not that it got me far; I was jammed wide open for them to gawk at. Damon's finger brushed my thigh, mindlessly eliciting a breathy moan, again. I was quite sick of that happening, but I had no control over it. Besides, it felt good. And that was only half the problem.

He slid his index finger along the trail of where I felt the moisture, following it up to my thumping womanhood. I arched my body back, panting from his touch but shaking my head. I hated how much I was liking the unfamiliarity. He collected the liquid onto his fingertip and drew it to his lips. Panic set in. No, please don't let it be pee. I couldn't live with myself. He groaned, loudly. Muttering the word mmm over and over as he tasted me. "Oh my God." I breathed. It wasn't pee. I looked down impulsively. Shit. His erection. And didn't that just make the thump in my pussy pulsate a little more?

What the fuck was wrong with me?