Hell's Knights

by Bella Jewel

  “Cade, oh God!” I cry out.

  “Come for me, sugar,” he growls.

  I thrash, not releasing my fingers as I come hard around him. My mouth opens, and I scream. Yes, scream. Cade growls behind me, and thrusts harder, hand tangled in my hair, finger rubbing my clit. A moment later, he roars and I feel him pulsing deep and hard inside me. He thrusts his hips until every last drop has been wrung from his body. Then he slumps down, wraps his arms around my mid-section, and rests his mouth against my back.

  “Fuck,” he rasps.

  “That about covers it,” I whisper.

  “Let go now, baby, I got you.”

  I let go of the chains, and collapse back into his arms. He holds me like that for a long moment, before pulling back and spinning me around. He grazes his lips across mine, then pushes my sweaty hair off my face. He strokes my cheeks, and runs a finger across my bottom lip.

  “Saw you talkin’ to Spike out there,” he gruffly says.

  “Spike’s not so bad, Cade.”

  “Never said he was.”

  “He’ll forgive you one day. I know he will.”

  “Maybe.”

  Cade’s gruff voice tells me he doesn’t want to talk about it any further, so I pull back and smile up at him.

  “I should go and get some clothes, it’s time for work,” I frown.

  Cade grins at me. “Tough life, eh?”

  I giggle. “Yeah, tough.”

  “You want a lift?”

  “No, I’ll walk. I need some fresh air.”

  “Not fuckin’ walkin’, sugar, end of fuckin’ story.”

  Well then.

  “I’ll ask around, see if anyone can take me then. Most of the girls are finishing their shifts now,” I say.

  He nods. “You do that, yeah? I gotta keep makin’ some calls, but you come back if you can’t get a lift, and I’ll take you.”

  “Have you gotten closer to finding him?”

  “Nah, seems the fucker is good at hiding.”

  “It’ll come good; he’ll stuff up somewhere.”

  Cade doesn’t look so confident, but he forces a smile for me anyway. “Call me when you get back, yeah?”

  “Got you. I’ll see you later, okay?”

  “Missin’ something vital there, sugar,” he chuckles, staring at my bare ass.

  “Yeah,” I laugh. “I was getting there.”

  I pull on my panties and shorts, and straighten my hair out. I lean over, kissing Cade once more before turning and leaving the shed. As I walk through the compound, I relish in the good feeling that’s swelling in my chest and spreading through my body. I’m finally happy, and it fucking rocks. I know I should ask for a lift, but Jackson’s house is close and it’s on a main highway. It will be time wasted getting a lift, so I decide to walk. It will be fine.

  I head out of the compound and begin walking down the road, enjoying the fresh air. All I can think about is Cade’s body over mine. God, I can still smell him all over me. I don’t hear the car stop behind me until its engine switches off. That’s when I realize how heavily I was daydreaming. I spin around expecting to see Cade, but he’s not who I see. Instead, I see Jasper. Everything in my body comes to an abrupt stop; I’m almost sure of it. I can no longer feel my heart beating, or my legs moving. I’m just standing in complete shock.

  “Well, well, bet you didn’t expect to see me?” he hisses.

  Oh God. This isn’t good. Jasper has a gun in his hand, and he twirls it in his fingers. If I make a move to get my phone, it’s quite likely he’ll shoot me.

  “W-w-what do you want?” I say.

  “You know what I want. I want revenge.”

  What can I say to that? Right now my words are stuck in my throat. I can’t get them out, even if I try. They’re just lodged in my throat, along with my heart.

  “What’s that? Nothing to say to me, snake? That’s perfectly okay, because soon enough, you won’t be speaking at all.”

  “Just leave me alone,” I rasp.

  He throws his head back and roars with laughter. “Leave you alone? Now you’re just being funny. Get in the car.”

  “No,” I whisper, trembling.

  He points the gun at my groin, and I stiffen.

  “Don’t make me ruin all my plans by shooting you now. I have so much to do to you first. Get in the car, or I put a hole in you right now.”

  Oh God. My legs wobble as I walk toward the old van. Jasper follows me and presses the gun against my back. I close my eyes, praying someone comes past. Please don’t let him take me again.

  Jasper leans over me; I can smell his stale breath as he opens the back of the van. “Get in, and if you even try and get out, I’ll scatter your brains over the road.”

  I climb in, my whole body fighting against me. If I don’t get in, then I could likely die right now without giving Cade a chance to find me. I still have my phone. I can only hope I get a chance to use it before Jasper takes it away. Jasper steps back, slamming the back of the van, then he walks around to the front seat. If we weren’t on a big, open road, I’d leap out and run, but I have no doubt Jasper would put a bullet in me if I tried that. When the van lurches forward, my stomach follows suit. I wrap my arms around myself, and pray for escape. I peer out the glass in the back wishing there was a way out.

  As if my prayers are answered, I see Spike and his MC club members ride up over the rise behind us. I peer through the glass, and slowly put my hands up just enough that they can see me waving, but Jasper can’t. Spike raises a hand, to indicate he’s seen me. Then he raises a gun. Oh no, that’s not a good idea. If Jasper gets killed, he could roll this van at the speed he’s going, and I’d very likely die, too. I wave my hands, shaking my head slightly. Spike lowers his gun, and speeds up, that’s when Jasper notices them behind us.

  “Who the fuck is that?” he roars.

  “I don’t know,” I lie.

  “Put your fuckin’ hands up!”

  I do as he asks, giving Spike my best ‘please, just go get help’ look. Jasper points the gun over the seat, and he aims it at me.

  “Tell them to fuckin’ back down!” he orders.

  I shake my head at Spike, pleading with my eyes for him to turn away. Jasper speeds up the van, and my heart begins to race. Spike gets closer. I can see his eyes now, and it surprises me to see that he looks as though he’s worried. I shake my head again, and he shakes his back, like he’s not willing to back down.

  “I’ll fuckin’ shoot you. Tell them to back the fuck down!” Jasper roars.

  I put my hands together as if I’m begging, and mouth over and over. “Call Cade, please. Call Cade, please.”

  Spike looks torn. I can see it in his face. I am paying so much attention to him, that I don’t even notice that the guns gone off, until I see blood splatter across the back of the van window. Then I feel the deep, burning pain ripping through my shoulder. I open my mouth and scream, and my body slumps forward. Jasper shot me. I vaguely see Spike slowing down. I guess seeing me get shot made him realize Jasper isn’t playing. The bikes spin around in the middle of the road, and go full throttle in the opposite direction. I scream out in pain as my back hits the floor, sending the pain shooting further into my shoulder.

  “You think I’m fucking joking, snake?” Jasper roars. “You’ll die for what you did to me!”

  My vision begins going fuzzy as the pain takes over, rushing through my body like liquid fire. I can’t even hear my own screams anymore. I’m fading out.

  “Shut up!” I hear Jasper roar. “Shut the fuck up.”

  I feel my eyes roll; it’s all just too much. It hurts too much. I feel my lids flutter closed, before my entire world goes black.

  ******

  I scream as Jasper hits me with the butt of his gun, again. He’s been doing it over and over, constantly. His mission is to punish me, slowly, painfully. I wish to God I had just let him shoot me on the road. I should have at least tried to run. Now, I’m here, and quite likely goi
ng to suffer a long, slow death. I spit blood on the floor as my mouth fills with it yet again. My shoulder aches. At first, it was a burning, agonizing pain, but now it’s a constant, thudding pain. I guess all the hits to my face directed the pain from my shoulder to my head.

  “They’ll kill you for this,” I spit at Jasper, who’s watching me. I can almost see the evil ideas spinning in his mind.

  He laughs, deep and malicious. “Won’t matter. I’ll have my revenge.”

  “You’re willing to give up your life, for revenge? How pathetic,” I hiss.

  “You want to know what pathetic is?” he growls. “This!”

  He grips his pants, and jerks them down. I open my mouth and gasp at the sight of his mangled, purple, and scarred skin. There’s no longer any man parts. Now, it somewhat resembles a burn victim’s skin. My eyes widen at the damage I did, but I’m not sorry. I’ll never be sorry.

  “Do you know what you fucking did to me?” he roars. “You fucking ruined my life. I don’t care if I’m fucking dead, so long as you go down with me.”

  “You deserved everything you got,” I bark.

  “And you deserve everything you’re about to get.”

  He storms over, grips my hair and pulls it so hard bits of it come out. I scream and squirm in my binds. My scalp feels like it’s one fire, as each tiny strand of hair is ripped from the skin.

  “Stop!” I beg. “Please!”

  “No! You’ll scream until every last drop of blood leaves your body.”

  He lets go of my hair, spins around and twirls his gun. “Now, what shall we start with? I’m thinking a few bullet holes, then perhaps I’ll make you pay slowly, and painfully. You think just because you removed my working parts, that I can’t hurt you the way I used to?”

  That doesn’t sound good. My skin prickles, and my heart begins thudding so loudly I can’t hear myself think.

  “Let me go, you piece of shit!”

  I’m desperate now, and I can hear it in my voice. Begging won’t work for me though. I already know begging gets him going. It gets most sick people going; it’s what spurs them to keep up the torture. God, why can’t I just pass out? Why can’t my body just know what’s going to happen, and put me out of this misery.

  He laughs again. I hate that sound. I hated it back then, but I hate it more now. “You thought you were so smart, blowing off my dick. You thought it would save someone from experiencing the same torture, but you were wrong. You only made me more determined. See now, snake, I can make it painful. Considering you were so fond of being raped, I’m thinking we’ll start with this…”

  He reaches into the back of his pants, and pulls out a massive knife. The sick feeling that washes through me in that moment cannot be explained. My entire body goes numb. My eyes go fuzzy, and my ears begin to ring so loudly I can’t hear anything else around me. He’s going to rape me with a knife. He’s going to rape me…oh, God. No. No. NO! I struggle in my binds again, nearly snapping my wrists. God, come on.

  Jasper laughs loudly again. “Didn’t think you’d like that idea. Keep struggling, snake, you know it only makes me want this more.”

  I’m panting now, close to hyperventilating. The ringing in my ears has now become a loud roar. I am still pulling at my binds, beyond desperate to get away from him. Nothing in this entire world could possibly frighten me more than the idea of being raped with a knife. That is something you don’t recover from. That is something that destroys you.

  “You destroyed me. I destroy you. Fair is fair. I could just blow off your sweet little cunt, but that would ruin my fun. I want to hear you scream. I want your blood on my hands,” he growls, then he grins. “You know, it was one of your own that gave away your location?”

  What is he talking about?

  “What?” I rasp.

  “Britney, is that her name? Yeah, she got word to me. Clever girl she is.”

  Oh, God, no…Britney did this? My whole body trembles. I knew she was capable of a lot of things, but this? She handed me to the wolves.

  “Hurts when someone stabs you in the fuckin’ back, doesn’t it?” he snarls.

  “Fuck you,” I spit.

  “Oh no snake, I’m going to fuck you.”

  He walks towards me running his fingers over the blade of the large knife. I squirm harder. I can’t survive this. God, someone please help me. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes, and they burn as they tumble down my cheeks. My own saliva is sliding down my chin; I am struggling to breathe so much I’ve forgotten how to swallow.

  “Would you look at that. I think I’ve finally cracked you, snake.”

  He drops to his knees in front of me, and I try to kick out my legs at him. Growling, he drives the knife into one of my thighs. I scream. God, I scream so loudly he stumbles backwards and covers his ears.

  “Shut the fuck up!” he roars.

  Blood pours from the wound in my leg, and I begin to thrash. He lunges forward, holding the knife up to my face.

  “You fuckin’ move again, I’ll slit your throat!”

  I stop kicking, even though everything inside me is screaming at me to fight. I’m so scared; the only thing I can think about is living another moment. Jasper uses the knife to slice my pants off. I am crying heavily now, gasping and begging for him to stop. He runs the knife up my leg, drawing a tiny line of blood. I cry out, the sound is broken and strangled, like that of a wounded animal.

  “I can’t wait to slide this inside you, snake. I’m going to enjoy every second watching you suffer the way you made me suffer. I’m going to enjoy every scream that comes from your mouth.”

  He slides the knife up my panties, right in the middle of my sex. It’s not quite enough to cut me, but it’s enough to scare the life out of me. I thrash again; I won’t let him do this. I’ll let him stab every part of my body before he even gets close to doing what it is he plans. Suddenly, he leans back, running his fingers along the blade again, giving me a thoughtful expression.

  “You know, it’s funny really. I thought of so many ways I could play this out. I’ve spent weeks thinking of nothing else. I thought about just killing you, but that wouldn’t have satisfied my need for revenge. No, it had to be epic. I liked the idea of shooting you right in the cunt, but that just wouldn’t have completely satisfied me either. Then I remembered how much you loved being forced, and your wise little idea of blowing my dick off sparked my final decision. You thought I’d never rape you again, but you were so wrong, snake. I don’t need my dick to rape you; all I need is something…well…like this hunting knife. Imagine what this will do to your insides? Imagine how this will feel lodged deep inside you. Imagine the pain as I twist it, slicing you to pieces. Nothing will satisfy me more, than to hear you beg. In fact, I think it’s time to hear that begging.”

  I shake my head, and my body trembles with fear as he looms closer. He leans down, sliding the knife under my panties. I wail loudly and struggle once more. The pain is nothing anymore; it’s nothing compared to the fear ripping through my body. I’ve never been so afraid in my life. I’ve never been so helpless, so unable to control what happens to me.

  “Please,” I scream. “Don’t, please.”

  “That’s it, snake. Beg.”

  I shake my head, forcing my mouth closed, even though all I want to do is continue begging him to stop.

  “So pathetic, just like you always were. How about I make it easier for you? Because I’m such a nice person.”

  He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a few pills. I clamp my mouth shut. No way in hell he’s going to get me high for this. That will ruin any chance of escape I have. He leans forward, and grins, thoroughly pleased with himself. The sick bastard.

  “Open wide.”

  I keep my mouth clamped shut. Growling, he lurches forward and slaps me hard. I cry out, and as I do, he thrusts his hand into my mouth, jamming the pills down my throat. I scream and gag, spitting as much as I can back up. The binds burn against my wrists as I tug, desp
erate to get away. Jasper picks up the gun with a growl, and aims it at my leg, before pressing the trigger. The ripping pain that tears through my thigh has me choking on the pills as I scream. My eyes roll, and my body jerks.

  “Swallow them, or I’ll shoot you again, snake,” he roars.

  I swallow as best I can, now desperately wanting the pills to make the pain go away. It feels like flames are travelling up my legs, slowly burning me. I scream and thrash, God, someone please help me. I don’t want to die. Not after every breath I’ve fought for. Jasper kneels again, and shoves the knife towards my panties. No, please. I kick out, trying to hit him, maybe I can hurt him badly enough with a decent kick to the head or chest.

  “Perhaps, I’ll slice your nipples off first, really get the party started.”

  He reaches for my shirt, and I begin gagging again. My head is spinning, and my vision becomes hazy. I feel him lifting my shirt, and I’m powerless to stop him. I am so far beyond fight. I am just a puppet for him now, and he knows it. He reaches my bra, cutting it off with the knife. When he has my nipples exposed, he brings the blade down. I scream again, but it’s pointless, I have nothing left. I’m in so much pain; my head is so fuzzy, I am unable to do anything but scream. The cold blade presses down over my skin, and I begin to feel the intense, excruciating burn as it cuts into my skin.

  “Put the mother fuckin’ knife down!”

  Cade? Oh God. Cade? It can’t be. I must be hallucinating. My eyes flutter as I try to focus on the room around me. I finally see Cade, coming closer, gun drawn. Jasper moves quickly, pressing the gun to my head before Cade can get close enough.

  “I’ll shoot her!” Jasper yells.

  “You fuckin’ breathe, and I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out.”

  “Shoot him, Cade, so we can take him outside and teach the fucker a lesson,” I hear another voice say, but I can’t make out who it is.

  “I’ll shoot…” Jasper screams, his voice high pitched.

  Before he has the chance to even finish what he was saying, Cade points his gun down to Jasper’s leg and shoots. Jasper drops to the ground and rolls, screaming in pain. Cade turns to me, and rushes over, dropping to his knees. He rips off his shirt, using it to cover me. My eyes flutter closed as shock begins to set in.