Angel (Club Nymph Book 2)

by Abby Gale

  *On my way.*

  Another message popped up and I quickened my step to reach the market, where I told him I would be, but before I could turn the corner I saw his truck coming toward me and I stopped walking.

  “Get in, Cupcake,” he opened the door from inside when the car stopped just in front of me.

  And I did… I got in the car to travel to my personal hell.

  I was too late to stop the needle pushing through my vein and I was too weak to fight with the darkness that took control over my body.

  January 17, 2014–Day 1

  “Mike… why did you bring me here?”

  “This is my home, Angel. Where else would I take you?” Mike answered, smiling. He looked so calm like this was totally normal for him.

  He ruined the last girl and his eyes already found another target.

  “I want to go. Where are my clothes?” I asked, trying to stand up. My legs were still numb I could only lift myself to the bed.

  “Go? No, no, no… you will not go anywhere, Cupcake,” he said, walking toward me, “We’ll have fun here, at least I will.”

  I kept the eye-contact as he came closer to me, but I was trying to figure out if my legs would carry me away from him.

  “What’s wrong, Angel? Cat got your tongue?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

  “Aren’t you happy that we are here, alone, without prying eyes around us?” he was taunting me, mocking me.

  I wanted to erase that smirk off of his face.

  I took a deep breath and focused all my power to run.

  I had to run away from him, from here. But before I could reach to door, his arms wrapped around me and easily carried me back to the bed like I was a ragdoll.

  “Let me go!” I yelled, trying to punch him, but he easily ditched all of my attempts.

  I shrieked when he threw me onto the bed, but became taut as soon as his weight pushed me deeper against the hard surface.

  “You sick bastard. Let me go! Get off me!” I tried to kick him, hurt him but I was too weak.

  “You know it’s hot as fuck when you fight me like this, Angel,” he purred, securing my hands above my head with his big hand.

  “Is this a game to you? What do you want? A fuck?” I screamed. I was willing to let him fuck me if he let me go afterward. But even when I stupidly trusted him and thought I wasn’t in danger, I knew no matter what I did he wouldn’t let me go.

  “A fuck? No, Cupcake, no… I want more than that,” he said in a soft tone, caressing my cheek like he cared about me.

  His tone, his caresses on my body, his hardness between my legs… all of it made me confused. I was expecting him to be rough to me. I was expecting him to hurt me. That would make everything better, easier. I was embracing the anger, reminding myself he wasn’t the good guy to keep my mind focus, but the effect of whatever he gave me and the hypnotizing green orbs pulled me deeper into the rabbit hole; I lost my train of thoughts. I couldn’t stop my moan when he thrusted his hardness on my pussy.

  “Look at you, you want me no matter how many times you’ve said otherwise,” he hummed into the crook of my neck. I shuddered as his teeth graze my sweet spot.

  “You like it rough, don’t you, my beautiful slut?”

  “Stop,” I moaned.

  What was wrong with me?

  I wiggled under him, trying to get myself free but there was no luck. I was petite compared to his strength. I was afraid of him, but mostly of myself.

  His hand found its way under the t-shirt I was wearing and rubbed my pussy over my panties.

  “Mmmm, you’re wet, Angel,” he cooed and sucked my nipple through the t-shirt.

  “Stop. Please,” I tried to protest, but my voice came out shaky with unstoppable moans.

  I arched my back, pushed my breasts to his chest as he pushed his finger inside me.

  What was happening to me? This wasn’t something I wanted… this was rape… yet, I was asking for more.

  “What did you give me? What is this?” I sobbed with the mixture of frustration and pleasure. I hated myself for wanting the release, craving his touch as much as I wanted to be free of him.

  “It’s easy to blame the drug I gave you, isn’t it?” he smirked and leaned to lick my bottom lip.

  “Shh, the drug didn’t do anything but to stop your mind. Listen to your body, it wants me and you know it,” he said to me sweetly.

  “I don’t want this… I don’t want this,” I tried to fight and sighed when he pulled his finger out of my pussy. But my relief faded away when Mike pulled a syringe out of his back pocket.

  “No. Don’t,” I tried to move away as much as I could, hoping to stop him from drugging me again.

  “Shh, relax, Angel. This won’t cause you to pass out, it will only calm you.”

  Before I could do anything, the needle was pushed through the barrier of my skin. The relief was so sudden, I felt the tension in my body leaving me, the pain being replaced by the sweet numbness.

  The pain numbed. Everything became clearer, more vivid.

  The man above me let go of my hands and kissed me.

  He tasted good and kissed like a pro.

  I gasped as the pleasure instantly built inside me. My hands found their way under his shirt, trying to rip it off his body.

  I wanted more… more of that kiss, more of his body, more of the taste… more of everything.

  I arched my back, meeting his hardness when he bit my bottom lip. Rubbing myself on his cock, I sighed as he stopped to take off his shirt.

  A smile formed on my face as I watched him.

  He was beautiful… like an Adonis.

  I had no idea who he was. Hell, I didn’t even know who I was, but nothing mattered except the pleasure and the lust that was burning me.

  His sand-blonde hair was shining bright like the sun, his green eyes reminded me virgin forests. Every muscle of his body was calling for my attention. He brightened the room; the light turned into different colors like he was a prism and this room was witnessing the magical refraction of the light.

  I closed my eyes, let the sensation take over my body as his lips, tongue, and finally his cock gave me incredible pleasure. I was soaring over the sky and the soft blanket of clouds covered me when sleep finally took over me.

  The last thing I heard was an angel’s whisper to my ear, “I want your everything. I want you to be mine completely… with your mind, heart, body, and soul. I want your existence.”

  And I didn’t know the devil was an angel once.

  I didn’t know it, then; all I felt was the fake numbness of the drug.

  January 18, 2014–Day 2

  I was on the floor when I woke up. I was in pain, every muscle in my body was taut, but my head was the worst. A suffocating silence filled my mind. Like, when you’re trying to think of something, anything, but can’t focus. Like when there are too many voices in your head but they don’t mean anything to you.

  I turned to my back, focusing on nothing but the small window, trying to figure out if it was day or night… like it mattered.

  It took me quite some time to remember where I was and what happened to me. I forced myself to my feet, looking around, trying to find anything I could use as a weapon or anything that would help me out of this room. I tried my chance on the dresser, checked the drawers but I only found two t-shirts. All the furniture was nailed to the ground, making it impossible to move them even an inch.

  Panting, I supported my weight against the wall, slowly sliding down I sat on the floor, bent my knees in front of me.

  Questions were running through my mind… would he ever let me out of this room? What would he do to me? Why was he doing this? Did I invite this into my life? Did I step into his game by letting my attraction for him control me?

  I was getting hungry and thirsty, I wondered if he’d starve me to death. The thought made me snort –what a silly concern this was.

  I immediately stood up when I heard voices outside the door. A cl
icking sound followed and he opened the door. The moment I saw the chance to escape, my instincts kicked in and I ran with everything I had. I was hardly aware of the animalistic growl that came out of my throat as I tried to pass by him. The animalistic growl that came out of my throat barely registered as I tried to pass him. But he was big and ten times stronger than me given I wasn't fully recovered from the drug he forced in me yesterday - or was it this morning?

  He easily lifted me up by my waist and tossed me onto the bed.

  “You stupid bitch! Do you think you can escape from me, hmm?” he came onto me, blazing rage was radiating from him, already making me regret on my sudden outburst.

  I tried to cover my face, but he was faster than me. His hand contacted my cheek with a hard slap, he must have broke the skin of my lip, I tasted blood.

  “Do you think I would let you go, hmm?” he stroked once more.

  “Please,” I choked both in pain and fear. I was afraid he’d kill me before I could find a chance to way out… if I ever had one.

  He slapped me once more, my face already on fire, I cried out from the ache. He gripped my chin in a tight hold of his fingers, “You’re mine! My captive, my toy, my whore, whatever I want you to be. Mine, got it? You’ll do as I say and you’ll get out when I let you, you’ll suck my cock when I tell you to. Is it clear?!” he barked to my face.

  “Answer me!” he dug his nails to my skin more.

  I tried to free myself from his hold, but it was impossible. All his weight was on me as he straddled my legs and pushed his arm over my ribs.

  “Let me go!” I screamed.

  “Wrong answer, Cupcake,” he hissed, pulling my hair, causing my neck to be in a strange angle, “You can make everything so much easy on you. Let’s try again. Do you understand?”

  I hated him, I hated my weakness.

  I spit on his face, enjoyed the momentary satisfaction it caused me.

  “You fucking whore!” he shouted, pulling me up by my hair, “You’ll regret this. You’ll regret disrespecting me!”

  He lifted his weight off me and turned me face down before I could make a move. Blindly, I tried to kick, but my attempts didn’t succeed. He straddled my hips, freeing my hair and gripping my arms instead. He tied my arms to the head post with cable ties. The more I struggled the more the ties were biting my skin. He tied my legs from my ankles without stopping the pressure of his weight on me.

  “You fucking bastard! Let me go! What will you do? Are you going to rape me again?” I screamed. My voice was muffled, the position I was in made it difficult to keep my head up for long.

  He fisted my hair again, crooked my neck back till I couldn’t even breathe.

  “When I’m done with you, you’ll beg me to fuck you. I will be the only thought in your head, I’ll be your entire world and you’ll be mine until I toss you away,” he whispered, licking the shell of my ear in a sick way, making my stomach clench in disgust.

  “I will never want you. I will never be yours. I hate you!” I screamed as loud as the pain in my throat allowed me to.

  He laughed cruelly, causing my body to shudder. Trying to see him when he stood up next to the bed, I shrieked when he grabbed my t-shirt and ripped it apart.

  No… please, no…

  I wasn’t only afraid of him raping me, I was mostly afraid of my reaction after last time. I knew I was under the spell of whatever drug he gave me, but no matter what he made me come and that didn’t make sense in the concept of rape. Guilt washed over me just by thinking about it.

  A sigh of relief escaped my throat when he didn’t come near where I was on the bed. He moved back where I couldn’t see him. But my relief faded away with the sudden pain on my back. He hit me with something –a belt, a whip, I wasn’t sure, but it hurt like hell.

  “This is your fault… this pain,” he groaned and hit me again, “You could’ve easily save yourself from it,” he said before hitting again.

  “Please, stop!” I sobbed.

  “This is your lesson, think twice before disobeying me. And if you try to run away from me again, I won’t be this gentle,” he threatened me, hitting my back once more. I could feel warm liquid on my back, knowing he broke the skin there.

  “If you obey me, please me, and be a good girl for me you won’t need to worry about feeling pain, being hungry or dirty,” he told me, caressing my head like he hadn’t just hit me till I was drown into the sea of pain.

  “You must be hungry, right? But now, after your little show you’ll stay that way,” he continued.

  With the mention of hunger my stomach growled, pointing that he was right, but I refused to accept it.

  “Think, Angel. Being like this, naked, dirty and hungry –just like a street animal. Think hard if this is the life you want for yourself. You can do better than that, Cupcake. You can make me happy so I can take care of you,” he said and locked the door behind him, leaving me tied down, helpless.

  I just wanted to die.

  January 19, 2014–Day 3

  My wrists were bleeding, cable ties cut them every time I tried to pull my hands in hope of getting free. How could a simple object like a cable tie be a strong enemy?

  Finally I gave up on trying, my sobs turned to silent tears. My stomach clenched in hunger, but I was glad there was nothing in it that could try to come out because of the stench of my own pee.

  I couldn’t believe what I got myself into… just for a story. I should’ve run away, quit my job the moment I felt danger in that club. Because of my stupidity and stubbornness this was my reality now. Tied down to a bed in this cold room, naked, with blood stuck on my back and my arms, lying on my own piss. A sob broke free from my chest, guilt washed over me.

  I wondered if Dawn noticed my absence, if she was as miserable as me. I hoped the photos reached her and she could solve my message in them. I wanted her to find me, but then… who was I to pull her into this mess? I was her only family. There was no one else to us than each other, yet I left her for a stupid purpose. The guilt was like a fire rising up inside me, turning everything on its path to ashes. Gasping and panting, I tried to breathe through my pain and tears.

  The emotional pain was so much more than the physical one, the guilt was so much harder to deal with than my current situation.

  “I’m sorry, Dawn! I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better sister to you,” I whispered between my sobs.

  *****

  I must have fallen asleep when I woke up. My muscles were screaming in agony, they were tensed and I wasn’t able to move them to get some relief. The coldness of the room made everything worse, causing me to shake uncontrollably. All of this caused me another crying fit. A part of me was hoping all of this was a nightmare. Being helpless was consuming me, making me feel weak.

  The door opened, Mike’s presence filled my vision. I was mostly scared of him, but also, another part of me was glad he was here. Being alone in this cold room, weak and helpless, was doing wicked things to my mind. Nothing he could do would hurt me as much as the punishing screams of my mind.

  “Had a good night’s sleep, Cupcake?” Mike mocked at me, caressed my hair shortly before adding, “You might have looked so hot, tied down for my pleasure. I would have fucked you, made you feel so good if you were a good girl yesterday. Look at you now, you’re covered in filth, Angel. You make me sick to my stomach, even your beauty vanished right now.”

  His words shouldn’t have affected me, but they did. It was ridiculous, it was sick, but hearing how bad I looked, knowing how miserable I was consumed my strength, ripped down my self-esteem. I felt useless, worthless, and with the guilt I carried over my shoulders I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to be found.

  I knew all these thoughts were coming from mind games and the stress I’d been going through, but no matter what I wasn’t able to stop them. I knew he could easily make me go mad here, even with a small effort. For an outgoing, strong, and independent woman I was being alone, weak, and putting my fate in someone els
e’s hands were the biggest punishment I could get. One way or another, this would break me.

  “Aww, why are you crying, Angel? You were a disobedient, ungrateful bitch yesterday, but I’m willing to forgive you, Cupcake. Do you see how lucky you are that I chose you to be mine? You can save yourself from unnecessary pain,” he cooed, caressing my cheek. I tried to move my head, but he gripped me tight by my chin.

  “Are you thirsty?”

  I hated to admit it, but I was. My vision was slightly blurred because of pain, hunger, tears… I needed to drink something. I sighed, nodding my head slowly.

  “Do you want water?” he smirked at me.

  I nodded again.

  “You should earn it first. Do you think you earned it?” he chuckled.

  “Please,” I rasped, my voice was barely above a whisper.

  “Hmm… it’s good that you’re learning. But I don’t think you’ve earned your water yet,” he said. The next thing I felt was the needle that passed through my arm.

  The relief was so sudden it made me dizzy.

  I heard his words, but didn’t comprehend them till he left the room, “No water or food for you today. This is the only present I’m gonna give you. I’m rescuing you from your pain to show you my good intentions. Think this... think if you want to be rewarded or punished."

  MIKE –Age 4

  “Mommy!”

  I shake her slowly. She is naked in her bed. Her eyes are black, she looks like pandas I saw in cartoons. Her lips are red like clowns. I don’t like clowns, they are scary.

  “Mommy!” I try again. She opens one of her eyes, “Leave me alone,” she says, pushing me.

  I fell, but I know she doesn’t want to hurt me.

  “But Mommy, I am hungry,” I say. My voice comes out like I am crying, but I’m not crying.

  “Stop calling me that, I’m not your mommy. Go eat whatever you find,” she shouts at me and turns her head the other side to keep sleeping.