Hell's Knights

“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, desperate 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.

“Addison, baby, wake up. Come on, don’t close your eyes.”

“Addison? Oh fuck, baby, keep your eyes open.”

Jackson, they’re both here.

“Sugar,” Cade says again, stroking my cheeks, urging my eyes to open.

“Hurts,” I wail loudly, feeling the drugs beginning to bring out my hysteria.

“I know, hush, I know.”

“She’s high.” That’s Spike’s voice.

“We need to finish this fucker,” Cade growls. “Addi baby, hey, I got you.”