by Joy Blood
July 4th, 2011
This is our night! And I'm excited because he left today on some business thing that couldn't wait. He was so mad and wanted Vincent to go instead but was overruled. I told Vincent to come to my room tonight but I didn't get a reaction from him. I hope he does.
July 5th, 2011
Last night was amazing. Vincent took away every touch of his and replaced it with his own. I didn't even care when he took me a second and third time. We were up all night and I was able to sleep in this morning without needing to wake up and hide. I'm going to tell him tonight what he is doing to me and what father is forcing me to do. I want Vincent to take me away from all of this hurt and madness.
July 8th, 2011
Vincent came to my room again. I tried to tell him not to because Ace was home but he didn't listen. When Vincent saw him on top of me forcing himself inside me he went ballistic and nearly killed him. Oh, how I wanted him to but the guards pulled Vincent off of him. I haven't seen Vincent since and I'm starting to worry. What if they hurt him for trying to help me? I could never forgive myself.
September 20th, 2011
He found my hiding spot right after Vincent went missing. He has been punishing me every night since. We are supposed to be married in three months and I'm scared. Yesterday I found out I'm pregnant. I know it isn't his it's Vincent's. He wasn't allowed to get me pregnant until after we were married. Something that father demanded. He has always used protection telling me how much he couldn't wait till we were married so he could fill me full of his cum. His exact words. They make me sick. I pray every day that Vincent will come back and rescue me and our baby from that mad man. I hope he does it soon because I fear for the both of us if he were to ever find out this baby I carry isn't his but Vincent's
Slamming on my door startles me and I quickly shove the book under my pillow right before Avil stomps through the door. I take a quick glance at the clock and see it is five after eight. Oh no. "What did I fucking tell you baby girl?" he seethes storming to the bed and grabbing me by the hair. Pain slices throughout my scalp as he drags me from the bed and to his room. "Time for your punishment."
Nine
He drags me into his room and throws my struggling body onto his bed where Cynthia already sits naked and waiting for us. I don't look at her but I can feel the smile of satisfaction on her face. Fucking bitch. The scarred man's words echo in my head 'You are an amazingly brave woman.' I don't feel brave right now. I just feel pissed but something in me clicks and I play the whimpering woman I know he wants. "Get her fucking clothes off." He barks out and Cynthia comes to me tugging at my dress ripping it from my body leaving me naked before both of them. Keep up the shield. I tell myself. "On your knees baby girl." He demands. I get up on all fours and do as he says assuming the position. "Cin lay down." He instructs her. She comes over to lay under me with her legs spread wide. My stomach turns when I realize what he wants me to do. Vaguely I hear his belt only I don't just hear the jingle and the zip like I normally do. This time, I hear the belt being whipped through the loops. Seconds after a hard smack comes down onto my ass. I shout and hiss from the abruptness and pain. "Make her come. I'm going to beat you until she does." He demands, giving me another whack. It hurts so bad that I waste no time slamming my mouth to her slit. She moans and grabs my head pulling my hair harshly so I now have pain from both ends.
He keeps hitting me while I try and pleasure her through the pain. I start to think she is purposely holding off so he will hit me more until she arches and comes with an over dramatic wail. He finally stops and I let myself drop to the bed crumpled over from the burning on my backside. "Good girl. Now for your reward." He says taking her legs and positioning himself between them shoving himself inside. She arches into him calling out his name in pleasure as he pounds into her relentlessly. I watch with my face smashed into the bed and my legs curled up to my chest. He grips her breasts hard then leans forward to bite them. She screams when he must bite too hard. When he pulls away I can see the blood on his mouth and on her breast. This man is fucking sick. "You love it Cin." He growls and she answerers in a moan. They are both crazy. After she comes he pulls out and jerks his release out onto her stomach. I see the hurt look on her face when he does this and he must too because he responds with. "My babies aren't for your womb." He tells her as he flips her over to smack her ass getting a yelp from the crazy bitch. Then he looks at me. "Hope you enjoyed the break." He tells me reaching over to my sore head and yanking my hair yet again to move me. "Get me hard again. Your ass is mine next." He growls. Knowing there is no way out I do as he says taking his flaccid cock into my mouth.
Waking in the morning I turn to my clock to see it isn't actually morning but late afternoon. My whole body is stiff and sore I can barely get to the bathroom to relieve myself. After slowly making my way there I flip on the shower to steam it up then pee. I don't look because I can feel the dried blood between my legs my souvenir from last night. I flush and get into the shower not wanting to let the spray hit my backside that still burns from the welts that were put there by Avil's belt. I gingerly sit on the floor of the shower and rest my head on my crossed arms.
He took me so many times and when he couldn't get it up anymore he brought out toys for me and Cynthia to use on each other. It was horrible and she was so harsh with me her true hatred of me coming out when she shoved the large glass dildo into my ass. I can still hear the laugh that erupted from her mouth. I would love to kill that woman right along with Avil.
When the water starts to run cold I decide it is time to get out. Getting dressed I put panties on under my dress and go downstairs to find Patrice in the kitchen with William. "Oh miss Ellie. So good to see you awake. You like some breakfast? Or I can make you lunch?" she asks while going to put William into his bouncy chair.
"Are Avil or Cynthia here?" I ask.
"They went out." Rico's voice almost makes me jump. I look over to him and try to assess his face. I wonder if he knows what all has happened since we got back from the mall yesterday.
"Can I hold him, Patrice?" I ask before she gets him all strapped into the seat. She smiles a big smile making her round cheeks rounder. She is such a sweet woman.
"Here you go, Miss Ellie. He like you more than that woman you know? She is bad mother." She states getting a nod from me as I take the boy from her arms.
"Hi, baby boy. How are you today?" I coo at him sitting him on my lap facing me. "You are such a handsome man."
"You're good with him," Rico tells me while taking the seat opposite us. I ignore the man, though. This is my time with William. Deciding I don't want to share him I get up and leave the kitchen walking around the house with him in my arms. He is so heavy but so fragile at the same time.
We explore the castle so to speak for a while until I think I have gotten us lost. "I should have known I would get us lost in this huge house. This is crazy. Who needs this much space huh little man?" I mindlessly talk to him as we walk through the halls.
"You must be Ellie." A voice startles me making me clutch William tighter to my chest. I look over to see a man standing in front of a door. He is older but fit. His gray hair is longer but brushed back styled in a classic way. He is wearing a suit and as I look into his face I can tell he is Avil's father. "I'm Dean." He tells me walking a few steps closer to me to outstretch his hand for me to shake. I reluctantly take it and squeak out a yes to answer his question. "Why don't you come in here and sit down? I haven't gotten the chance to talk to you." He tells me while walking into a room. I decide to do as he says and follow him.
The room is huge but doesn't have any windows. I find that strange. He goes and sits behind a large mahogany desk relaxing into the tall back chair. He gestures for me to sit and I take one of the brown leather chairs placed in front of the desk keeping William cradled close to my chest. He is fast asleep and I plan on keeping him that way. Dean pays no mind to the infant in my arms and starts talking, asking me about my past and if
I have started to remember anything. I feel like he is grilling me for information but when he mentions last night's events I freeze. "Avil told me how accommodating both you and Cynthia were last night." He chuckles as if he was just talking about a football game. "Too bad my son is a selfish bastard. I would love to give you a throw my dear." His words cut right through me and I quickly stand up to rush out of the room. "You can keep up your act but sooner or later he will see through it and dispose of you like he should have instead of bringing you back here." He tells to my retreating back. I don't stop I keep going hearing his cackle of a laugh growing distant as I run as far away from that man as I can get. He may actually be worse than Avil if that is even possible. What is wrong with this family?
Ten
Vin
It fucking killed me to leave her at the mall to go back to that fucking asshole. At least I got a brief moment with her. I know she knew me but couldn't remember me. The way she responded to my touch and my kiss. I could feel it. She was still mine and whatever he has done to her since she has been back in his clutches hasn't stopped our connection. Calling in Rico was risky. Avil knows he was always my friend more than his. The three of us grew up together. He was actually the one who helped Makayla and I escape. I remember the night like it was yesterday. She seemed so small in my arms as she sobbed and told me she was pregnant with our child. I couldn't let her go back there so we took off and got new names, passports. And got married. All in one night. Easy when you have the right connections and that connection was Rico. He is a damned computer wiz and can hack the shit out of whatever network there is needing to be hacked. Something he has kept quiet from the family. I can feel my phone vibrating with a call. Speak of the devil.
"Reek," I say using the nickname I always have with him.
"Got them results for ya man."
"And?" he always has to be dramatic making me try to coax the fucking answer out of him.
"It's fucked up V."
"Just fucking tell me, Reek!" I growl into the phone wanting to fucking punch him for beating around the bush.
"He is her's. No doubt about it." Fuck! I want to throw the phone across the room but I still need to talk to the man.
"She know?"
"Na. But she seems to have a connection to the kid. Always carting him around the house and talking baby talk to him when no one but the maid is around." Right under her nose, like I suspected. That sick fuck has no fucking morals.
"She okay?" he is quiet after I ask this. "Reek. Is she fucking okay?" I know from his silence something happened.
"I'm not too sure V. He had her and that other bitch that was married to his brother in his room all night a few nights ago and again last night. She always limps out in the early hours and stays in her room all day past noon. When she comes out she looks real rough man." I let out a string of curses but listen to him more. "You need to make your move man or it might be too late." He says then ends the call. Now I do throw it making the phone break into pieces all over my room at the clubhouse. I have been here two weeks now trying to get these assholes to help me but so far they are dragging their asses.
I go stomping into Rock's office not even giving a shit he has someone sucking his cock under his desk. He is my half brother. Turned out dear old dad liked club whores. One in particular. Rock's mom. "Fucking hell V have some respect for your Pres." He bellows as he backs away from the woman and zips up his jeans. "You're lucky I already busted my nut." He looks down at the woman on the floor and takes her chin in his hand. Moving his thumb under her lip. "Missed some Buggs." He tells her as she takes his thumb into her mouth giving out a little moan as she does so. "Alright babe out you go, club business. I will come find you later." He tells her squeezing her ass than places a soft kiss on her barely round belly. She smiles at me as she walking out closing the door behind her. Buggs is Rock's old lady, a beautiful Native American woman from Montana. She is a member's daughter from one of the chapters there.
"We got to get in there and take her back Rock. I just talked to Rico." His eyebrows raise. Making his forehead crinkle under his unruly head of hair. He brings his hands back and swipes it out of his face then traces the outline of his short goatee with his thumb and forefinger.
"What did the test say?" I can only nod. "Shit. Alright. Gin and the boys will be here in two days. We will vote on it in church." Two fucking days.
"Who the fuck knows what he will do to her in them two days Rock."
"From what Gin tells me your girl is one tough cookie. She will be fine." He tries.
"But she doesn't remember who the fuck that person is!" I shout frustration taking over. He is up and out of his seat quick and in my face.
"We might have the same fucking daddy but you will only get that one!" he shouts not touching me. "One! We will do what we can when we can. The woman is family according to Gin. We will get her back." He grits out.
"What if it was Buggs? What if some sick fuck was waving her fucking kid under her nose letting her believe that the kid, the one she thinks is someone else's, is dead? All while he was fucking her up every night? How the fuck would you feel Rock?" I grind out through gritted teeth trying to get him to see it through my eyes and I know using Buggs will do the trick. She was taken from him once before and he tore hell a new asshole to get her back.
"I fucking know brother. We will get her, though." He tells me in a lighter tone. "We will fucking get her."
Eleven
Tonight is the night of the gala and I don't want to go. At least I feel somewhat healed from Avil's musings the other night. I'm starting to remember even more of our time together before I woke up here. Every time I'm forced to be with him I get a sliver of the hell I went through while he kept me chained to a bed in our house in Cental. I have tried to remember more but no luck. I only keep remembering horrible memories involving Avil. "Miss Ellie." I hear Patrice at my door knocking softly.
"Come in," I shout to her. I have been holding myself captive in my room most days. Mostly to recover from the beatings Avil likes to delve out. I think it is a new fetish of his to beat me with his belt because I actually don't remember him doing that before. I suppose even evil can evolve into being more evil.
"Miss Ellie. I brought you some lunch for you to eat before you have to start getting ready." She tells me as she places the tray on the bedside table.
"Can't I say I'm ill?" I half-heartedly joke but she gets a scared look on her face.
"No. You must go Miss Ellie." She sounds desperate and must realize it because she schools her expression changing her tone. "It will be good for you to have some fun." She is lying but I let it go.
"Yes, I suppose it will." I fake a smile.
Avil had a dress sent up for me to wear. No surprise, it's blue. At least it is a dark blue to almost being black with a single strap over one shoulder. The back is unique with four straps from the shoulder linking to one side exposing my skin from behind the slits of fabric. It is a very beautiful dress with flowing material and small gems encrusted on the bodice fading down my waist. With my hair being short I just pinned it to the side and kept my makeup minimal.
I'm the first one down in the foyer where I was told to meet Avil and Cynthia. I wish she wasn't going tonight hopefully since we are in public the evening will be somewhat civilized.
I'm trying to get the hang of walking in my ridiculously tall high heels when Cynthia walks in. "I see little whores can clean up nice." She sneers at me. Her hair is pinned up neatly on top of her head and she is wearing a bright red dress with a similar gem pattern down the bodice as mine. I absently wonder if Avil picked out her dress too. I don't even dignify her with a response and before she can make another snide comment Avil comes in.
"Ah, my beautiful wife." He smiles sweetly at me walking to my side to kiss my cheek. I think he does these things to make Cynthia even more hateful toward me. I can tell she is completely infatuated with him and when we are all together he likes to play on that by being swee
t with me and making her watch only giving her small scraps of affection. So when he instructs her to play with me she is so harsh and it makes him laugh. "Well, ladies shall we? Oh yes, I am most forgot." He walks to the lone table that holds one of the many vases of roses that litter the mansion and opens a box. Pulling out three masks he hands us each one. Mine is a bright blue lace cover mask while Cynthia gets a black one of a similar look. "Should be a fun night." He says slipping my hand into his arm along with Cynthia's in the opposite arm.
We walk to the limo that is parked out front where there are two men standing to greet us and help us into the limo. Rico is one of them and the other one I have never seen before. Wearing a suit of course with blond slicked back hair that shines like he has a load of gel in it. They open our doors and the three of us get in and seated. I try to get on the far side away from Avil and Cynthia but it doesn't work he just pulls me tight to him when we get in.
The doors shut and we are on our way. The event must be just downtown because we are there in minutes. Thankfully.
I quickly slip on my mask before our doors are once again opened and we are ushered into the extravagant party. All of the party goers look like they are some form of royalty. I don't think I have ever seen so much diamond studded jewelry. It is almost blinding. And the dresses. Mine is beautiful but theirs are gorgeous. Large poofy ball gowns are everywhere along with some sleek chiffon gowns. It looks like something out of a movie.
Right when we walk in Ava is there to greet us. Her mask is one she can take away from her face. A bright yellow mask accented with blue ribbon. Her dress is one of a similar color. Bright freaking yellow. She looks like a walking lemon. Alongside her is Dean. Just seeing that man again makes me cold to my very core and the way he looks me over like he is assessing how I fill out my dress or something is making me want to either run or shove my heel into his eye. I would love to go with the latter with that one. "You ladies look edible tonight. Son, you are one lucky man." Dean comments then drags his wife away to their table in the front.
