Dungeon

"You could've stopped all this, but you chose not to. Maybe you want it," I said with a smirk. I still had the knife in my hand as I got my jeans undone and released myself. I spread her legs and knelt between them, groaning as I thrust hard inside of her.

I gasped when he pushed himself inside of me and for a moment I thought I was going to be sick. Would serve him right but I also didn't want stabbed in the process. "You can...put that down."

"Nah, I think I'll keep it in hand. Just in case. Damn you don't get fucked that much do you. I don't think I've ever felt anyone as tight as you," I said and thrust hard and slow in and out of her.

"I guess it's your lucky day isn't it?" I closed my eyes and turned my face away from his.

"Uh uh, sweetheart. I want you to look at me," I said and put the blade of my knife against her cheek, turning her head to face me again as I thrust harder inside her.

"I'm nervous. You have me, I'm not going anywhere. I'll look at you if you'll just put it down. Please."

"Do what I tell you and it won't come anywhere near that pretty little face of yours."

I swallowed a little and whispered. "Okay."

She looked at me and I smirked a little as my eyes met hers. I could see the fear she was trying to hide and it turned me on even more. I thrust harder and faster inside her, her body jerking a little with each thrust, and groaned as I came deep inside her. I pulled out of her and pulled my pants up, then fixed her clothes for her. "You were wonderful sweetheart," I said with a smirk and patted her cheek lightly. "I guess if none of you are gonna talk, I'll just have to go find myself another victim," I said as I stood back up.
 

"You're so fucking dead. I'm going to kill you slowly and with my bare fucking hands when I get out of here. And motherfucker, I will get out. Don't set your hopes too high that I won't."
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"Brett, please don't. I'm fine." My voice was shaky but I was somewhat holding myself together.

"You aren't fine."

I walked slowly over to the guy and smirked as I knelt down in front of him. I brought my blade up and put it against his neck. "Are you sure you want to threaten me? Or bet so highly on getting out? I hold your life in my hands. I could slit your throat right now. And you couldn't do a damn thing to stop me."

"Don't, please?" 

"Then tell your brother to mind his tongue," I said, still smirking, not moving my knife or taking my eyes off him. "You know... you should be glad I'm not my late cousin. He was so much rougher on the ladies than I was on her. Could've been worse," I said, just trying to get a rise out of him.
 

"You're fucked. Kill me. You still won't get away with it."


"Brett, please stop."


"Fine." I said, between gritted teeth.

"That's a good doggy," I said and patted his cheek hard. "I'll be back later. You all play nice now while I'm gone," I said and winked at the younger one, then made my way out. I locked the three locks on the cellar then made sure it was covered so it couldn't be seen. Once I was satisfied, I headed back into the woods. I was supposed to meet up with Dec and Carlisle and give them a report.
 

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry Lea."


"I said I was fine and I am. We...we have to get out of here though. I want you both to promise me something. What happened stays between us three. I mean it, I don't want anyone else to know my business."


"But you aren't fine, god dammit."


"We can't set here and dwell on it. If I decide to fall apart I'll do it after we get the fuck out of here."

We got to the cellar and drug them down, not bothering to stop Jack's head from banging on every step. "Wakey wakey, you all have new roommates," I said with a smirk as we got down there and chained them up. 

"Oh my god." I muttered, swallowing a bit. They were both beaten up pretty bad.

"You motherfuckers are really opening up a can of worms you won't be able to handle. I hope you know that."

I chuckled. "You have no idea what I can handle, pretty boy. How's that shoulder of yours?" I asked, bringing out my knife and flipping it up in the air, catching it by the handle. 

"Pretty boy? Seriously?"

"You won't be when I'm done with you." 

"I'm not afraid of you."

"That's admirable, but you really should be." 

"You'll have to excuse me but it's hard to believe that a coward like you is such a bad ass. Tying up people and then hurting them when they can't defend themselves doesn't make you a hard ass."

I clutched my chest and put a mock-hurt look on my face. "Now you've hurt my feelings," I said and laughed. "Shut up or I'll put another hole in you."