Chaos (Kings of Carnage Book 1)

by Hilary Storm

  It’s hard to tell because I’m dealing with extreme mood shifts going from afraid to irate to humiliated, but always coming back to horrified that I’m spending the last of my days just like this. My mind takes me to new lows as I attempt to hear anything to give me another fucking clue. Nothing.

  Who the fuck would do this? It can’t be Elaina’s brother and his friends; I can’t imagine he’d try to kidnap his own sister and treat anyone like this when he was so quick to save us both the other night.

  My ex-boyfriend is a cheating asshole, but I haven’t seen him in at least a year. Brady wouldn’t do this. Shit, I think it’s safe to say whoever has taken me has to be a stranger and I’m just a victim of coincidence, being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

  Elaina’s screams flash through my head and I can’t stop worrying about her. I think she got away, but what if she didn’t?

  The sound of footsteps shocks me back to the present, only to leave me curious when they continue past the door of my dungeon. The darkness behind the blindfold screams inside my head as I grow impatient. What does he want?

  Is it sex he wants? My chest heaves as I let myself think about all the pain this man could cause me. I fight the urge to throw up as my nerves take over, goose bumps rushing over my skin while I battle with my mind to calm down and concentrate. I’ve never tried to imagine hell, but it can’t be any worse than this.

  Another set of footsteps approaches the door and this time, I hear the clicking of the lock. The feel of the room shifts the instant he enters, and I stand alert, hoping to draw more information about him this time.

  It’s the unknown that scares me the most and I wish like hell he would just do what he plans to do and then let me go. I don’t have it in me to wait and anticipate what’s going to happen, even though I’m not sure my mind can imagine what’s in store.

  “Please let me go,” I slur around the gag and resort to begging.

  He rips the gag from my face and begins to pace in front of me. I try not to get lost counting his footsteps in each direction and work to focus on details again.

  “I can’t do that.” His voice is still angry and full of disgust. He’s bound me here without any possible way of escaping; up until this point he’s gagged me, not allowing me to talk even if I want to. Maybe it’s control he wants.

  “Please,” I cry out and slowly shake my head, afraid to say anything to set him off. A brush of his finger over my cheek sends me squirming trying to pull away from his touch.

  His grip on my wrists burns instantly. “Don’t you get it? I can’t just let you go. You know too much.” I can feel his breath on my face as he speaks. So close, purposely in my space and consuming all the air around me.

  “I don’t know anything, I promise. Please, just let me go and you’ll never have to deal with me again.” I’m terrified to think about what he’s really saying behind the few words he actually spoke.

  “That’s not gonna happen.” His response twists through my insides as I let the realization of how harsh he’s being settle in my head. This man has no sympathy and will be impossible to relate to. He already has a plan as to how this will go, and my only choice is to play his fucked-up mind games until I get the out I need to run like hell. I have to bend to his rules now or will be strapped up in this room until I take my last breath.

  “What do you want from me?”

  “You can start by doing exactly what I say, when I say it, Cambri.” He knows my name. A new wave of terror scrapes through my body with the sound of him saying my name.

  I feel his palm on my right breast before he moves in even closer. “If I touch you, don’t fight me. Make them all think I’ve made you obey the hard way.” He pushes my boobs together before he moves in close enough to my face that I can feel his beard.

  “Please stop.” I can barely get my words out through my panicked cry.

  The next thing I feel is the coldness of him walking away; this time it took him eight steps as he rushed from the room. The door slamming closed startles me and that’s when I realize he left without covering my mouth.

  I start to contemplate the odds of anyone being within earshot of me and decide to ignore my gut feelings and begin yelling at the top of my lungs. I scream and thrash against my restraints for what feels like an hour before I finally realize not only is no one hearing me, but he isn’t concerned about the noise I’m making in the slightest. I expected him to immediately return and punish me for acting out, but that isn’t the case. That only solidifies how deeply buried I am—whether underground or in the woods—I’m so deep that he’s not worried about anyone hearing me if I make a sound. Why is he gagging me then?

  This man is a master at mind fuckery and I can’t help but want to figure out why he’s doing all of this to me. If he wanted to rape me, then he would’ve already. He said I know too much, but I can’t think of anything that would be important to this guy or anyone for that matter. He must’ve mistaken me for someone else… But he knew my name.

  My body feels heavy as exhaustion consumes me. I need to sleep. This is going to be a long journey and I’ll need my rest when I can get it. I let my head fall slightly to the right and close my eyes under the blindfold. The weight of my body going limp pulls on my wrists, but I let myself attempt to fall into a slumber.

  I’m almost asleep when I hear him enter again. He scoots a chair across the floor until he’s in front of me, my body at full attention the second he enters the room. I’m so damn tired but can’t sleep with him near me. The fear of what he might do prevents me from resting in any way.

  He stays silent and this time I choose to go a different route with him. “I’m sorry for whatever I’ve done to be here.” He doesn’t respond. In fact, if I hadn’t heard him enter, I wouldn’t know he’s in here. His stillness annoys me, but I don’t let him know it does. I hate waiting for things to happen, this is by far the worst torture someone can do to me.

  I withstand the quiet for as long as my body will allow before I start to doze off again. Having him this close to me should keep me awake, but I’m so tired.

  “I can’t let you sleep.” His voice is calm this time, almost recognizable, but just enough out of reach that I can’t place him.

  “Who are you?”

  “That’s up to you.” His response confuses me, so I nod his direction hoping I’m about to get some much-needed information from him.

  “What?”

  “I can either be your worst fucking nightmare or the man who saves your fucking life.” He exhales loudly as if he’s pondering both options equally. “It’s up to you.”

  “Ummm. I’d prefer the second one.” He actually laughs at my response just long enough to make me feel like he might have an ounce of personality. “Can I get some clothes or a blanket while you decide?” I hear his chair scoot across the floor and after a long pause, the sound of a knife snapping open.

  “Don’t make me regret this.” The tension of the ropes bound around my wrist tightens just before it snaps loose, then he does the same for the other one and finally my arms are free. He slips a shirt over my shoulders that smells like him, so I can only assume he removed his for me. It’s long on me as it hangs open, but I quickly pull it closed and welcome the warmth.

  “Thank you.” I bow my head and push him even further when I reach for my blindfold. “Can I take this off?”

  “No. Leave it, Cambri.” Every time he says my name I freeze in place. How does he know me and why can’t I place him?

  “What do you want from me?” I can’t help but try again to reason with him now that he seems to be more approachable. “I have nothing that you want. Please. Is it money? I can get you money, just tell me how much you want, and I’ll call my grandmother or something.”

  “I don’t want your fucking money, I have enough of my own.” He’s well off then; this narrows it down a bit as to who it could be. “I’ve already told you… You know too much for me just to let you go. Plus, I need to think.
”

  “Think about what?”

  “You’ll figure it out soon enough.” Anger flows through me as I realize he loves to play games just as much as I hate to play them. This will be long and torturous for me if I don’t get at least something out of this conversation.

  “Please, just tell me what you want from me and I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt me.”

  He takes another step towards me, his warmth immediately touching me before he does. I lower my head once again as the feeling of him being so close becomes too overwhelming. My body wanting to feel safe with him, my mind telling me to run the second he removes the bindings on my legs.

  Before I have a chance to bolt, he’s holding both of my shoulders in place. “If I wanted to fucking hurt you, you’d already be dead.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  When the word “dead” comes out of his mouth my insides twist making me even more horrified about what he plans to do. The possibilities of everything he could be thinking crash through my mind and my body begins to panic once again.

  “Why me?” I speak slowly, trying not to allow him the pleasure of knowing how scared I am. “I think you have the wrong person.” I need to know more about him. Every single thing he says or does will give me information and then maybe I can figure out who I’m dealing with.

  “No. You’re the one.” My body is alert and on edge as he steps closer, pushing me as he walks us both a few steps to the left. “I’m gonna sit you on this table and look at these welts.” He lifts me onto the surface and even though I’m still blindfolded and barely covered, I start to calm down a bit. His touch is rough, but gentle as he inspects my aching arms and legs. “How long did they have you like this?”

  They?

  “I’m not sure.” He leaves me for just a few seconds, only taking a few steps before he returns, and extremely loud music begins to ricochet through the room.

  “We are being watched through a camera. I’m going to be close to you, so we can hear each other. I’m also going to touch you and I want you to fight me off just slightly, but not so much that I can’t get the information I need to get you out of here. Cooperate and I will try to save your life, Cambri.”

  We are being watched?

  Try?

  My heart sinks with everything he’s saying and even though I think I know who he is, it’s hard to let someone this close to me without fighting in full force to get away. I can’t imagine it being Elaina’s brother when the guys tried to get her along with me, but everything in me is leaning in that direction.

  “What do you remember? Tell me everything.” His whisper calms me, even though it probably shouldn’t. He slides his hand over my ass and steps between my legs before he pulls me against him. I’m straddling him at the waist and trying to lean back on the table at the same time to keep my distance. He doesn’t like that, so he grabs my head and forces me closer.

  “I need to be able to hear you. Don’t let them see your lips move.”

  “I… I was walking with my friend. And the next thing I remember is being grabbed from behind. He put something over my face… I passed out and then woke up here.”

  “What friend?” His question comes quick and his tone is impatient.

  “Her name is Elaina.” I can feel him stiffen against me. Is this her brother after all? I try to remember his voice from the other night, but to be honest… my mind was elsewhere after that guy attempted to break in.

  I reach for his face, hoping he’ll let me feel his beard. Maybe memory will help me confirm if it is him or not. When he pulls away, I decide to just try his name. “Travis?”

  “Don’t try to identify me or anyone else. Fucking play dumb.” He begins to nibble at my neck. “Jesus. Why the fuck were you and your friend just walking around? Did they grab her too?” He stops kissing and nipping at my neck and holds my head in place, directly in front of his, waiting for me to answer. I can feel his stare like the weight of the world against my chest.

  “They tried. I remember her screaming to run and then seeing her kick free from the guy holding her.”

  “Fuck.” His yell echoes in the room over the music. And his body heats up instantly. “Tell me more. Wrap your arms around my neck to cover your mouth. So, they didn’t put her in the getaway car with you?” I follow his lead and move to return the kisses around his neck and ear. I think back, and work to recall every single thing, hoping for a clue.

  “I don’t know. I didn’t wake up until I was with you.”

  “Tell me more.”

  “We had been cooped up for a few days and finally decided to go for a jog. We were coming back to our apartments when a few guys grabbed us. We both screamed and that’s the last thing I remember until I woke up here.” I speak in a whisper between nips until I get everything out.

  “What about the men. Any accents… did you feel what they were wearing, how big were the guys? Anything else you can tell me?”

  “One of the guys sounded Australian, maybe. The guys were as big as you.”

  He begins to think again. “Don’t hate me for this. I promise I won’t hurt you.” And with that promise, he’s lifting me from the table and moving us across the room. A hiss from me when the concrete hits my back stops us both but ignites the rest of his body to take over. He removes my legs from around his waist with a quick movement and then he turns me around to face the wall, even pushing against me to hold me in place. He starts to unzip his jeans between us and my heart jumps in my chest, even though I’m trying to stay calm and remember his promise.

  “You know I’m supposed to be in here forcing myself on you. You’ve been fucking kidnapped by some goddamned sex traffickers and you have no idea how lucky you are that you’ve got someone like me looking out for you. Didn’t anyone tell you two to watch your surroundings?”

  I know this is Elaina’s brother now that he’s repeating some of the same warnings he did the other night. He shoves against me, enticing an answer. “Yes, Travis… you did.”

  His hand is instantly on my mouth, gripping my cheeks out of frustration. He leans close to my ear and growls out, “Don’t say my fucking name. You’ll get us both killed.” He removes his hand, sliding it down my body, then inside my shirt.

  “I’m going to touch you. All you have to do is say no at any time and I stop.”

  “Ok.”

  “Shit’s about to get crazy. I’m going to try to get us both out of here, but I can’t promise we’ll make it out alive. There are going to be people on the other side of this door who would rather put a bullet in us both than let us reach that back door. I need you to fucking do every single thing I tell you to do, when I say it. Act fast and don’t hesitate, no matter what I say.” I attempt to nod, limited by the pressure he’s putting on my head against the wall.

  “You have to keep the blindfold on. For your own safety.” I nod again.

  “Did they rape you before you were given to me?”

  “I don’t think so.” Tears swell up in my eyes even though he’s telling me what he’s doing every step of the way. The fear of what could’ve happened to me scares me in place. Wouldn’t I feel it if someone had?

  “We have to make this look real enough that they’ll have their guard down when I open the door. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Remember… if you say no, I stop. But we need to put on a show here. Try not to look like you love this.” And with that he stops talking and his hands start moving. He fumbles with his jeans some more before I feel his cock against my ass. I can feel him moving around to put a condom on.

  He dips his fingers between my legs and then moves to my clit to rub circles. “Christ. I’m not going in until you’re at least a little wet.” It doesn’t take much time for him to make that happen. His fingers are determined, and my clit is sensitive to his touch before I can say anything.

  “Yes. That’s it. Now let’s give them their fucking show.” He reaches between us to line up his cock with my entrance and
in one swift motion he’s inside me. I scream out, shocked at his size and how this feels for the first time. “Jesus. You’re a fuckin’ virgin. Breathe, Cambri. Just breathe.” He slows his thrusts, and I gasp through the pain until it’s gone. “How the fuck are you still a virgin?”

  “I was waiting to find the right guy.”

  “Fuckkkk.” His breaths are deep, and he keeps us both still while he processes what just happened. “Turn around.” He pulls out and I follow his directions, but he gives me an extra shove for the camera. Once my back touches the wall, he lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist and slams my arms against the wall above my head, both ending in the tight grip of a single hand of his.

  Then he’s reaching between us, adjusting his cock so that it’s between us instead of inside me and then he starts to thrust. Hard. My back burns worse every time he drives forward and then drags me down the wall. I scream out and he finally shoves off the wall, releasing my hands.

  With my hands free, I take his order to fight him off just a bit, giving a half attempt at making this look real. His effortless grip on me has me suspended in the air like I don’t weigh a thing.

  The pressure of his hard cock rubbing against my clit is sending waves of euphoria over me; even though I’m trying like hell to hate this, I can’t. He’s strong, yet protective. I know he’s doing this to make it easier on me even though I don’t understand what kind of position he’s in that he’s being forced to come in here to hurt a girl. But I’ll ask him about all of that when we get out of here... If we get out of here.

  He pushes against me harder and rotates his hips in a way that almost sends me flying. I’m about to come just as he sets his forehead on mine. “You’re not supposed to like this.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Then you’d better not come.” And with that, he slips on the next thrust and his cock goes inside me. Just part of it. Maybe just the tip. Maybe half of it. I have no idea but I know it’s enough to cause me to tense up and ride the damn wave I’ve been avoiding since his fingers touched my clit. He throws a hand over my mouth and breathes against the side of my face as we come in contact with the wall once again.