Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,12
the room that I woke up in, no words are exchanged and we walk in complete silence. I’m sad to see that Natasha is not here when we arrive and Demon ties me back to my chains. He gives me a slight nod of his head before the door bags shut and I hear the horrid click of the lock.
I don’t know how much time goes by, but my eyes snap open when I hear the lock unlatch. I sit up, expecting to see Natasha returning, but instead Strike stands in the doorway. He’s smirking nastily down at me and despite the chill, I break out in a nervous sweat.
“Hello, bitch.” He sneers. “Have a nice talk with the Prez?”
I decide to ignore him, and I look away. This turns out to be a bad choice because Strike charges towards me, wrapping his hand around my neck and shoving me back against the wall.
“Don’t turn away from me, you dirty tramp.” I’ve noticed this guy loves to insult me. “You fucking look at me when I decide to talk to you.”
Strike then starts to undo my chains, and unlucky for him when he releases my ankles I don’t think about it, I do it. I kick him right in the face and he falls back holding his nose. I try to reach the key with my toes so I can untie my wrists but Strike gets there first. He slaps me across the face so hard I see stars. When I come around Strike has gotten the chains from my wrists free and is now dragging me by my feet.
“What are you doing?” I ask but he doesn’t answer. “Stop please!”
He continues to drag me, feet first down the hall and I’m mortified when people pass us by. They don’t seem bothered and that tells me what sort of place this is. My back becomes sore and when it feels like I can’t take any more Strike pauses to unlock a door.
“You have just made a big mistake, bitch.” He growls before opening the door and dragging me through. He drops my legs and locks the door behind us. “Stand up!” He screams and I manage to get up as quickly as I can on shaky legs. My back and bum feels like they’re on fire but I hold back my wincing. I look him right in the eye because it got me in trouble the last time. It doesn’t take long though because within seconds I’m back on the floor as Strike punches me so hard in the face I fall to the floor crying. As I’m on the floor, I feel blood rushing from my nose and then a hard kick in the side as Strike gives me what he’s got. He then grabs me by the hair and throws me over his bed, so I’m bent over and takes me from behind.
As I stare at the wall in front of me, I ignore Strike’s groaning from behind and silently cry. How the fuck did I get here? I mean, I know how I got here but what did I do? Did I do the wrong things in a previous life or something? I know I’m a bitch and can be a bad person but nobody deserves this.
When Strike is done with me, he kindly walks me back to my cell and ties me back up and I don’t say a thing. I watch him wordlessly, as blood drips from between my legs and nose. As he leaves he turns to look at his beloved work of art before walking out the door and fucking smiles at me. When I’m alone I let my tears fall. I’m a strong woman but I can feel myself starting to break already.
Chapter 7
It feels like a really long time until Natasha comes back, and when a bright light doesn’t shine into the dark room it confirms how long she has been gone. I can’t see her properly either, but that’s not due to the darkness of the room. I don’t want to look at the men, in fact I pretend to be asleep to avoid any confrontation. I listen to the clinking of her chains being locked back together and when the locking of the door is heard I finally open my eyes again.
“Natasha?” I ask.
“I’m ok.” She speaks quietly. “Just talk quietly for now.”
“Is that why you were taken away?” I ask again. “Because we were talking?”