the limited lighting from the doorway, I can see she has blonde hair but it’s tinted red in places and I know that’s not by choice, my gut tells me its blood.
Chopper doesn’t say anything and leaves us alone, locking the door behind him of course.
“Are you ok?” I ask her but there’s no answer. I remember back to when I first came here and Natasha tried to talk to me. “You can trust us.” I promise.
But it’s no use, she doesn’t talk at all, even Natasha has a go. Poor girl has totally shut down. I can’t believe how tiny and fragile she looks; she shouldn’t be here at all.
For the rest of the day I constantly think about her. Natasha and I have short conversations but she still doesn’t join in. I really fear for her, the men here will eat her alive.
After waking the next morning, the door unlocks and my heart drops to see Strike in the door, beaming down at the young girl.
“Time to meet the boss, little girl.” He rubs his hands together and I feel sick.
I then realize that my chains are closer to the new girl than they are to Natasha. So when Strike leans down and goes to undo her chains I jump at the chance for payback. Even if I will regret it later, I can’t just watch as he takes her away. I stand quickly and spit down at him. Strike obviously doesn’t like this and stands to face me. I see my chance and slap him. I try as hard as I can and while he stands in shock, I kick him in the stomach too.
“Holy shit,” Natasha mumbles.
“Fucking bitch!” Strike yells.
“Leave her alone!” I shout back. “She’s too young, fucking leave her alone!”
Strike backhands me so hard I fall against the wall. “Don’t fuckin touch me again.”
I hear footsteps and when I look up I see more bikers. They help Strike undo my chains and when they do Strike grabs me by the feet and drags me out the room. I’m in pain and I know what’s coming, but I would rather me than the new girl.
As I’m being dragged away, I realize that I’ve changed. Before, the old me would have selfishly let Strike take the girl away and save myself but not now. Seems this hell hole is good for certain things, like changing a bitch.
Chapter 15
“Now Raven, do you see why you have to be good?” Demon asks as I hang from the ceiling.
Strike brought me straight to his president and he knew just what to do with me. My wrists are tightly bound with rope, my arms raised above my head and secured to the ceiling. I haven’t had any feeling in my arms for some time now, I’m guessing roughly twenty minutes.
Together, president and VP have used me as their entertainment, punishing me for standing up for someone else, a young girl who shouldn’t be here. They have used so many knives on me that my skin is covered in my own blood. My head hangs down from loss of energy and I’d rather look at my own bloodied body than the men in front of me.
I hear Strike stomp over to me. “Fucking answer, bitch!” And he lands a punch on my jaw and then adds a few more just for the fun of it.
I spit out blood onto the floor. “Fuck you.”
Spike goes in for another but Demon stops him. Oh how very gentlemanly of you.
“Let’s not knock her out VP. We need her to talk.” Demon demands.
“She hasn’t spoken the whole time she’s been here!” Strike complains.
“Raven, I ask you again. Do you now understand why you have to behave?” Demon asks again. “I don’t like to see you like this.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I understand.” I answer. “That you’re all sick bastards.”
“Then you leave me no choice.” Demon steps back, letting Strike step forward in his place. “Strike will see that you get what you need.”
Demon leaves his office and I glare at the smirking face of Strike. “Well, it’s just the two of us.” He beams.
Without warning, he sucker punches me in the stomach and I let out a loud moan. Strike laughs and pulls my head back, kissing my lips and I almost puke right there. His mouth on mine makes me want to gag. Strike pulls harder on my hair and I feel it being ripped from my scalp. I feel another punch in