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  I get up and go to my room just like I promised I would, yeah I would have tried escaping but I already know it wouldn't have worked. I know there is security all outside and the camera feed goes live to his phone. There was not a cat’s chance in hell I would have made it two feet before someone took me out. Sitting in my room for what must have only been five minutes I can hear him outside.

  “Summer, you better have your arse ready for me Angel.”

  So here I am, knelt in the corner like the good little slave I am waiting for my ‘Master’ the ‘dick face’ to arrive and give me my instructions. I wonder what todays lesson will end up being, I don’t enjoy any of this shit he puts me through, but it’s keeping me alive and that’s a bonus. Trust me when I say I wasn't expecting to still be here three bloody years later.

  “Angel, don't you just look perfect knelt there waiting for me, I love that you have finally decided to take my instructions.”

  Really, he has to rub it in my face. Well ‘dick face’, don't get used to it because I will not be staying here much longer, you will slip and I will take full advantage. Looking from the corner of my eye I’m trying to see what he has planned, he’s standing over me as he unclips his belt. Oh fuck, my stomach drops, I know exactly what he’s going to do. My heartbeat starts to race, there’s no calming it down, I hate it when he does this, I’d rather he just bit me and took me so hard that I see stars. The sound of the snap from the belt as he tests the leather out rings throughout the room. Shit, shit, shit, “H H Harry” I whisper with my wobbly voice, there is mistake number one.

  Crack, the leather of the belt strikes me on my lower back, “See what you’ve done now Angel, I didn't want to strike you but you gave me no choice.” I whimper against the sting as my pale skin now turns a bright pink where the belt landed. Crack, “Aaahhh,” a small moan leaves my lips, come on Morgan you’ve got to keep it together.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Harry

  The excitement and power I feel over Summer is extraordinary, the way her perfect skin turns that shade of angry red from each strike I make, fuck it looks good. She needs to fucking learn to keep her mouth shut.

  “Angel why do you make me strike you? Why do you make me feel like a bastard? ”

  That’s funny, she doesn't make me feel like a bastard at all, I am one. This little slutbag is going to learn pretty quickly now, I have been a patient man but three years have passed and still she fights me every step of the way.

  Standing over her I grab her hair and pull her up, pulling her head back hard so I can see her lips. Oh they’re so beautiful and full like proper blow job lips and fuck do they feel good. I take her mouth hard nibbling on the bottom lip, forcing her mouth to open I push my tongue in as my hand slides down to her knickers and move them aside. She’s reluctant, I know this but like I give a fuck, she’s holding her thighs tight together, like that will stop me. Before she knows it I have her bent over my knee, Smack, ahhh hearing the sting and her cry is such a sweet sound.

  “You see Angel, all you have to do is listen, follow instructions, and obey. Do you enjoy disobeying me? Do you like it when I get mad and strike this perfect arse of yours? Silence is my only reply, Angel you better answer me RIGHT now, otherwise this is going to get a whole lot worse.” She moans and writhes as my hand comes crashing down against her arse once more, its time I got tougher with her so she learns her place.

  “Andrew” I yell, and quickly he comes to me, “take her to the basement and put her over the table, I want her locked in place.” I order him.

  This will be fun for me, I can't exactly say the same for her. Five minutes later I walk into the basement, wow, just looking at her spread out over the table all ready for the taking.

  “Well, well, well, looks like your time is up, I have been too soft on you for too long, treating you with respect rather than like the slut that you are. I have given you everything you needed and what have you done in return? You fought me at every opportunity. Well you see Angel, this is where it stops, now you will see me for who I really am. Maybe I might just let you in on a little secret, if you’re good.”

  Taking my trusty knife out my pocket, I cut away her knickers, her arse is right there nice and ripe for the taking, and I’ll be taking that today, but first a little play. Standing behind her I take in the sight before me, her flawless skin a perfect shade of cream and pink. Chuckling to myself I take my knife and glide the blade across her skin, the room vibrates from her screams as the blade breaks into the flesh. I carve a message tediously slow just one simple word is all she needs and she will be scarred there forever, MINE. I lean over, licking over the letters, tracing them with my tongue, the taste of metallic teases my taste buds and sends shock waves right down to my dick. Leaning towards her ear I bite down hard drawing more blood, as more screams fill the room.

  “Angel, this could have all been avoided, but I want you to know I’m going to love every minute of it. Can you feel my dick all hard and wet for you?” I ask her as I rub my phallus against her smooth skin.

  Reaching a hand down I grab my dick, it’s just too hard and excited not to touch it, I swear it will release spunk just from my touch. Whispering once more into Summer’s ear,

  “Mmmmm I think I will finally take that arse of yours tonight,” biting her lobe as I pull away.

  “No, No, NO,” she screams I grab her throat and squeeze tight watching as her eyes bulge and she gasps for breath.

  “You do not under any circumstances tell me no,” I roar, how dare she tell me no, for that I’m going to tear her apart.

  Squeezing her arse cheeks I slowly part them and lick my way from her moist pussy lips to her arse, she’s so moist now I know she enjoys this, the dirty little slut-bag. Spitting and misting over that tight hole of her’s, I rub my wet cock that’s dripping pre-come, I'm so turned on it’s an understatement. Pushing my dick into her hole, it feels fucking tight as it fights to let me into it. Fuck me, that is heaven, fuck, I could die a happy man after this.

  Screaming is that what she’s doing, I can barely hear her as my pulse beats through my ear drums from the grip her arse has on my dick. I’ve never felt anything so fucking tight before, it’s just latched onto my cock and holding on for dear life. I’m reluctant to move as I know I’m not going to last very long, but fuck I need to pound into her, I need my balls slapping against her as I slap that arse and turn it pink with my handprints.

  Thrust after thrust I feel my balls slap against her, fucking her arse giving everything I got feels like utopia as blood rushes from my head straight to my dick. This is not hotdog and a roll this putting a square block through a circular hole, forcing your way through to the other side. I can’t hold back much longer, so I reach round and rub her swollen bud, screams of ecstasy are coming from her as I feel her get wetter, my dick drives harder into her arse, fuck she's close too, but I couldn't give a shit if she doesn't get off. I am pretty sure, though, that she will be ashamed she had met her release as I met mine in her arse.

  Two more thrusts and I know I’m done for, gripping tightly onto her flesh I thrust once more as I roar from the volcanic explosion of come leaving my body. Fuck,

  “Christ Angel, that was fucking explosive, princess,” pulling myself up and watching as the come escapes from her glory hole and slowly descending down the lips of her pussy.

  Grabbing my phone I take a picture, as she wails from being in pain, she just looks too beautiful like this with my seed running down her skin, marking as mine.

  “You’ll have stay like that for a while, you need to learn that you do not dictate to me what does and does not happen. It will be in your best interest to do so.”

  I punch her in the face, well that should get her listening to me. Before walking away I turn and spit on her, showing her how disgustingly useless she is, she may be sexy as hell but that girl is beneath me and she needs to know it.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Morgan

  I can't be
lieve he did that, I can’t believe he fucked my arse. I am in so much pain, I really don't know what hurts more. I feel degraded and worthless. Curling up into the feotal position, I try to calm myself down. My vision is blurry from the punch to my face, I bet I look horrific.

  Just when I thought I was making headway and getting myself into a position to get out of here, I feel like I am back at square one. I’m even missing Wyatt I haven’t heard from him since the day he left three years ago. He said he wouldn’t be long, it was just a quick trip to make sure everything was in place to get rid of Harry. I feel sick to my stomach, something isn’t right, something really is out of place, and I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do to help myself.

  Moving to my en-suite I run myself a bath, I really need to get this dirty feeling off me. Harry was kind one day and put me in another room so I was able to bathe and use the bathroom. But I’m allowed no sharp objects, only at certain times I am delivered a hair brush for five minutes use and a toothbrush and toothpaste comes twice a day. So as nice as it was to get this room, I’m still a prisoner, the room is dark and simple but I have a bed instead of a dirty bloodied mattress on the floor. It isn't perfect but what else can I expect from a psycho maniac who blows hot and cold in a heartbeat.

  Easing myself into the bath I feel the sting of the water hitting my arse, holy shit that hurts as I sink lower the sting is unbearable over my back. He really has done a number on me, I freaking ache all over, the stinging and the smell is making me feel nauseous. I grab the cleaning cloth and carefully run it over my skin cleaning off the blood and mess that he left. No matter how much I clean myself I can always smell him on me, his sweaty odour and the stale cigarette with alcohol breath. It makes my skin crawl just thinking about it, and just to top it off he’s fucking marked me for life well I hope not life maybe it will fade and can be easily covered. I am not a vain person hell I know I’m not beautiful and pretty I just happen to be slim and the mistaken identity of some arse-hole drug lord.

  Lying back in the bath I close my eyes trying to relax, Harry has changed today I know he is going to be coming at me with everything he now has. I have to protect myself somehow from all this drama and the hell I’m pretty sure that will follow Harry fucking King. I really got to get out of here otherwise I’m going to end up dead and I don't want to die. I want to live, I want a family eventually and my own life to live the way I want. I mean who doesn't right?

  After a while I pull myself out the bath, wrapping a towel around my body. It’s so damn cold in this room, running quickly to my bed I get under the quilt and lie down. I’m so exhausted I can't keep up with these activities and pleasures he wants, and people actually like to do this stuff? Fuck that for a game of solders.

  I startle awake there’s so much noise going on outside my door, pulling the covers tightly around my body making myself look smaller than I am I carefully try to listen to what’s being said.

  “The deed is done, he got shot Harry”

  “Excellent, that’s one problem off my list just a million more to go”, I wonder who they’re talking about getting shot? I mean I know he put a hit out three years ago no sooner after I arrived, but I’ve no idea who it was.

  “Anyone else injured?”

  “We have a few dead Harry, Jeff was one of them, I’m so sorry man I know he was a brother to you. I don't even know why he was there he wasn't supposed to be.”

  OMG, I’m shaking so bad from hearing that, I know it is me who is going to pay for this, it wasn't my fault but he will see it that way, SHIT. Tears are filling my eyes as full on panic attack is about to start, I don't want to go through this, I don't deserve this.

  “You better be fucking joking me!, and you better be right about him. Have you seen the body?”

  Harry’s booming voice travels through the whole compound, Christ as if it can get any worst. I wonder who he’s going on about being dead? It’s not the first time I heard about him shooting someone or well having them killed but this time it’s bad. This Jeff I’ve heard him talk about how close they were, that they started their business together, so shit is really about to hit the fan.

  “Look Harry, I’ve seen his body, he was pretty messed up, your guys took care of it like you wanted.”

  Hysterical that’s what you can say I’m feeling right now, I think I know who they’re on about, the one person who I knew could get me out of here. Wyatt is dead! Crying harder than ever I’m sure Harry and whoever it is has come to see him are going to hear me. I just don't care, my one and only lifeline has been severed. I truly am on my own now, I just don't think I’m going to survive.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Harry

  “Bailey, you better get your arse here quickly, I’ve got a job for you to do while I go out of town. I need Andrew to come with me so get a fucking move on.”

  “I’m already on my way, I’ll be there in five.”

  Hanging up the phone I go about stalking around my office, trying to control the rage of losing my partner I wonder if he knew who I have been seeing recently? Shaking that thought from my mind I go about packing some clothes together ready for yet another bastard trip over to the West compound. People need to learn who is the fucking BOSS around here and they better learn it quickly.

  It’s time for me to go back out for business, but I can’t leave Andrew with Summer as I need him to come with me. So I’ve asked Bailey to get his arse over here, there no one better than family right? Family, you need to learn which members you can really trust, that fucking nephew of mine better be glad he’s dead before I got my hands on his punk arse neck.

  Moving my bags into the main room I wait for my son to arrive.

  “Andrew get your fucking shit together, we moving out in five”

  “Yes, Boss”

  Least someone knows their fucking place around here, grabbing my gun I place it in my holster under my jacket. Putting my phone in my pocket and grabbing my wallet just as I hear the door open.

  “About fucking time.”

  “Yeah well can't go speeding in my baby if the fucking police are behind me dick-head”

  ‘Watch your mouth boy, you might be my son but you know I won't think twice about putting a fucking bullet in you.”

  “I might be your son, but I know you wouldn't put a bullet in me. I’m worth too much for me to just disappear so get used to it Dad, I’m just like you!”

  Smiling, I know the apple doesn't fall far from the tree with my boy. He is the only one I let get away with talking to me like that. Although he doesn't like many of the ways I deal with business I know I can always trust him to give it to me straight and have his old man’s back.

  “What you want with me anyway?”

  Oh now this will be good when I explain this one to him.

  “I need you to keep an eye on someone for me, she is going to be left here alone and I don't want her getting into trouble if you know what I mean. I’m sure you’ll both hit it off.”

  Just wait till you find out your best friend’s (who’s now dead) girlfriend is locked away in a bedroom where I use her as my own fucking sex puppet. Smirking I know shit will hit the fan but frankly I couldn't give a fuck, I’ve got to get going.

  “Andrew are you fucking ready? We have to go NOW!”

  “She’ll be wanting some water probably.”

  With a look of confusion on his face, I’m kind of upset I won’t be around to see this exchange.

  “Oh and one more thing, she maybe a little…feisty”

  “You’ve brought me here because you want me to babysit some fucking girl? Are you for real? I’ve got better things to do than have to fetch and carry for your new plaything.”

  “Yea, have fun”

  With that I leave him too it, I need to get to the other compound and sort this fucking shit out. Harry fucking King is on his way and heads are going to roll.

  Chapter Twenty

  Bailey

  Watching Harry leave and making sure
everywhere is locked up, I wonder what I should do. I know exactly who is behind the door to the locked room, Summer. Sighing I just don't even know what I should do, everything is a fucking mess and not gone to plan at all. I’m so pissed off that I have to fucking baby-sit her, I know damn well first-hand what her temper is like.

  Grabbing some water and snacks I make my way back over to the other side of the compound and knock on Summer’s door. I know she can’t answer but still I thought I’d be a nice guy. I open the door slowly as I have no freaking clue what she has with her and the fact she’s quiet makes me nervous and twitchy. Peeking my head around the door I can see she’s passed out from exhaustion.

  Quickly and quietly I enter the room, locking the door behind me, I place the items on the floor and walk over to where Summer is lying. God even in this state she’s still beautiful, though her long chocolate brown hair is matted and tangled she still looks like an angel. Oh hell no, I am not going to compare her to an angel again, that’s fuck faces pet name for her.