⚠️SOME VIOLENCE/ABUSE⚠️
Apple
My head hurt, throbbing pains rocking through it. My mouth was dry enough to feel like sandpaper and the air was cold and muggy, clinging to my skin.
The smell of rust clouded my senses and, even when I opened my eyes, everything was dark. I shifted, moaning in pain.
I was sitting in a chair, the cold metal of it biting my skin. I tried to rub my eyes but my hands wouldn't budge, rough rope digging into my wrists.
They were bound to the arms of the metal chair and I could feel my ankles were in the same state.
Fear consumed me as I realized I was trapped.
By the eco of my groans and heavy breathing, I knew I was in a metal box of some sort. I need to think; I need to get out of this. What do they do on TV?
I don't have a sharp edge to cut the rope with. I could throw myself to the ground, shattering the chair as I go, but it's metal and I doubt it would work.
Aric.
Oh my god, Aric. He was bleeding! He was fucking bleeding, shit I need to get out of here. I need to make sure he's okay!
I hopelessly struggled in my bonds, the metal chair scraped harshly along the floor, the sound almost deafening.
Fuck, there was so much blood.
A loud creak echoed and light poured into the space, making me groan and shy away from it. When I looked, it seems the wall along the opposite side had opened up. Two figures stood in the light.
The doors closed behind them somewhat, some light still seeping in. There was a click as one of the men pulled something and a light flickered on above me like a spotlight.
I could see them more clearly now. One I recognized from the penthouse. Memories flashed through my mind of waking up to him on the floor with Aric.
If only I grabbed the gun sooner, Aric wouldn't have been hurt.
The other man, I didn't recognize. He wore a nice, very expensive suit. He carried himself as if he were the most important man in the world.
But I could see inconsistencies.
His suit was a size too big, as if it weren't his. And his fancy, thousand dollar watch was really a cheep knockoff of the real thing. He may be in charge right here, right now, but something tells me this man is no higher up.
I saw this a lot in clients, men trying to compensate for what they clearly don't have.
He looks me up and down, standing right in front of me just a few feet away. God, he reeks of cheep cigars. The other guy is behind him and to the left, arms crossed.
I almost grinned when I saw his busted and bleeding face. I could even see stitches running over his eyebrow.
My baby did a number on him.
We all sat there in silence, waiting patiently for someone to break. I only glared, trying not to reveal my urge to slice the other guys throat for stabbing Aric.
"Hm," the guy with the cheep Rolex hums in approval, "aren't you gonna beg us to let you go?"
He smiles at this, like it's a game, but I refuse to beg for my life. I refuse to give these men my weakness.
"Begging doesn't get you shit," I spit, trying my best to sound unintimidated. They have to work for Midsky. He lost the case and now they want revenge.
I try to think of another explanation, knowing that if it's only revenge on Aric they want, there's no reason for them to keep me alive.
Shit, how long do I have?
"Smart lady," he's circling around me now, making my nerves scream whenever he's out of my site. They ease up when he's back in it but then he's gone again. It's like a mental torture for Christ's sake- when is he gonna pounce?
"What do you want from me?" I ask, my voice wobbling a bit. He slowly comes up behind me, his arms on the back of my chair, and his face disgustingly close to my ear.
"What do you think I want?" He questions genuinely, as if this is all just one big joke. I'm starting to think it is.
"You're upset about Midsky, your boss?" I stammered. I was right, I know I was right. There's no other explanation but the man looked angry at this answer.
"My boss," he said the word bitterly, "hates Midsky. Oh no, darling, you're a debt. Midsky owed us some big time money and now that he's got his own little 'go straight to jail, do not pass go' card, that debt passes over to your boyfriend."
He was grinning again and had circle back in front of me with a laugh. Fuck, I was wrong. Okay, calm down Apple. At least they'll keep me alive, right?
"If your boy can't pay up then well, there's other ways to make money out of you... as you surely know,"
Oh fuck this guy. I'll be damned if I'd let myself be used for money I won't even get to keep. No. My body is mine and just because I've rented it out in the past, doesn't mean I've ever sold it or lost my dignity.
"He's alive," I say like it's a statement, coming to terms with what else he had meant. How can a dead man pay up?
"Maybe," he smiles, his crooked teeth yellow, "we haven't gotten the word yet."
I scrunch up my nose as he leans towards me, his face mere inches from mine. The thick smell of cigars wraps around me now, threatening to suffocate me.
"I don't think I would entirely mind if he was. Sure, we wouldn't get our money all at once, but damn.... To see you-" he doesn't get to finish that sentence as I swing my head forward.
He stumbles back with a wail of pain as blood flows from his nose, which is no doubt broken.
My laughter doesn't last long though, when the other guy comes forward, swinging his fist into my gut.
I tried to ball into myself from the pain, temporarily unable to breathe. Damn, that hurt. I looked back up at the guy with the broken nose, tears filling my eyes.
Worth it.
"Fucking bitch!" He yells. His hands are up covering his nose, trying to block the oozing red liquid.
I braced myself as he came towards me. I knew he was gonna hit me but to my surprise the other guy stopped him, giving a warning look.
I see now. This man isn't in charge of anything, he's just playing pretend.
I almost laughed as he balled his fist and turn away from with a huff, like a kid having a tantrum. The other guy followed and I was left alone.
In the dark.
Again.
It enveloped me, making me feel almost empty inside, though I knew I wasn't. My mind swirled with a number of things, a number of possible outcomes, and everything that has led up to this.
How did I grow to care so much about Aric? He was only a job, a very high paying job. Sex for money.
The way we met isn't a romantic one. It's an example of this harsh world but how is he... not? Every guy I've been with never gave two shits about me, just getting their moneys worth.
It happened quickly too, like a train smacking me in the face the first time I noticed he was different. The first time I knew he would change my life.
But what happens when he's done with me?
Today is the ninth day, at least if I wasn't passed out too long. If I manage to get back to him by tomorrow, what happens then?
I'm wrapped around his finger, vulnerable to his every command. But I can't help but wonder if he feels the same way?
If I asked him too, would he keep me? Would he love me? I wonder... if I asked him too... would he burn the whole world down just to pull me from the ashes?
We're about to find out.
This series is coming to an endddd! Whenever the last chapter is released, I will also release the first two chapters of the newest (and by far kinkiest) story Tied and Torn. I already have more written and will release at least one new chapter every night.
Thank you y'all!! <3