FaCade (Deception #1) (4 page)

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?” I screamed as I launched the bottle across the room, and it bounced off the steel door, rolling across the floor and coming to a stop at the base of the bed. “CAN YOU HEAR ME? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?”

My throat squealed at the sudden violence after the period of inactivity but I didn’t care, it was just another pain on top of all the other ones, all of them blending together until all I felt was one solid mass of agony. “LET ME OUT, GOD DAMN YOU! LET ME GO!!”

I shot up off the bed, my legs giving way. The fury racing through me gave me the strength to clamber back up and stumble towards the door. “LET ME OUT!”

I fisted the door, not caring that the steel was impenetrable or that bruising and grazes were breaking out over the paleness of the soft skin on my hands. I didn’t care that my throat blazed with pain, or that snot streamed down my face with the torrent of my tears. I didn’t care that my bladder gave up and emptied itself on the floor around me. I didn’t care that my forehead hit the door with a heavy thud when I slid down it, collapsing on a heap on the floor.

All I cared about, all I wanted, was to get out. I wanted to go home, wherever home was. I wanted a mother’s love, or the strong embrace of a lover, if I even had one. I wanted the security of knowing who the hell I was. I prayed to get through this alive. But most of all, I wanted to die because the unknown was a silent death of a soul. They had stripped me of everything; I felt violated beyond anything they could do to my body. They had raped my mind. How? Why? “WHY?” I choked, my voice box refusing me any sound so it was just a silent scream.

EVEN IN HER CONDITION SHE still had a hint of cherry blossom scent from her lotion. Her now unruly hair still had a commercial shine one could only achieve from expensive products. She was still the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on and I hated it with so much fucking passion it fueled the anger simmering under the surface. I let the rage burn in my veins, fueling me for what was to come next.

“Malik,” I barked into the phone. “Shower time.”

I stood outside the door as Malik gathered Star from the ground, her naked trim body in the same position she had collapsed in after her bladder finally failed her. She had held out longer than I thought. His fist encompassed her upper arm as he half guided, half dragged her body. Her eyes didn’t lift to look at me as she moved past me. She was defeated. The smile gracing my lips should have been bigger but I wanted more from her before I would let the power of victory settle inside me.

I followed them to the shower room I had installed especially for this retribution: A fifteen foot square room, tiled from floor to ceiling with a row of powerful jets against one wall offering hot water to rain down, the other end a hose attached to a cold tap offering an icy awakening.

I watched with mirth as her steps faltered. Her head rose to take in the other female in front of her, naked under the hot spray of the shower. I came up behind her, making her startle when I whispered in her ear, “This is Maria.”

Malik released his hold, causing her to stagger. I grasped her in my grip, pulling her back against my front before continuing my taunt. “She drank her water and ate the food kindly given as a gift to her. She also held her bladder and didn’t piss herself like a fucking rodent,” I snarled, forcing her body away from mine with a shove. Her body gave out, stumbling forward, falling and colliding with the tiled wall.

Malik was already aiming the hose in her direction. I turned my gaze to him and gave him a firm nod. A screech retched from her lungs, the shrill echo ricocheting off the walls, before turning into shocked pants. The chilled mist coated my face as the ice torrent blasted over her naked form. She curled into herself as she tried to protect her body from the bitter assault. I relished in her broken stuttering voice begging for it to stop, her lips turning a deep mauve signalling the temperature of her shower matched the liquid ice in my heart.

“Enough!” I ordered. The shower and hose ceased, the only sound echoing in the room coming from Star’s teeth violently knocking together, her soft whimpers muffled from the vibration of her shivers.

“Will you be more grateful, Star, and enjoy the gifts I grant you?” I mocked. Her eyes slashed to me, betraying her thoughts forming images of my death in her mind. My deep chuckle rang out into the room.

Theo appeared beside me with her bowl, the bread inside now stale and hard. I took it from him and placed it down in front of her, her body shaking with such intensity she looked like one of those hula dolls stupid fucks put on their dashboards. I watched the battle in her eyes as she stared down at the bread. Her jittering hand reached out and snatched at it. She huddled further into the wall, bringing the bread to her lips, her nibbling reminding me of a pet hamster called Ginger my parents had bought me as a child ; the little fur ball had fascinated me and switched on my curiosity with science.

Star’s actions brought my attention back to her. Pain flashed across her eyes, making her brow furrow. Her hand wrap around her stomach which rebelled against the intrusion of sustenance after being starved. Eyes lowering, she continued to nibble at it regardless.

Twenty minutes later she finally finished. Her body tensed as she forced the final swallow down.

“Good girl, now take a shower.” She solidified, her head swiveling to the hose abandoned on the floor. My answering grin had her body scooting away. “Calm down, Belle.” I enunciated the words, letting her know it was a command more than a suggestion. “You will learn quickly that what I reward you with is a gift and should be accepted as such and appreciated. My leniency to ungrateful, stubborn bitches is minute.”

I stepped forward, clasping my hands around her cold, damp arms and lifted her with little effort, bringing her body to mine. It betrayed her mind, seeking out the heat my body offered, pressing into me and making me hold back a groan. My body was also a traitorous bastard and wanted inside her more than it wanted to see her cry …Well maybe inside her while she cried.

“Go warm your skin under the shower, Belle. You feel like a corpse and necrophilia is not a fetish I favor.”

My cock stiffened at her intake of breath, her head tipping up to find my face, jade irises being swallowed by her pupils. She diverted her gaze from mine as quickly as it found purchase. Tugging free from my hold and timidly taking steps to the shower it was then I noticed Maria was still in the room, as were Theo and Malik.

“Maria,” I barked. Her eyes lowered, her head bowing towards the floor as she took tentative steps to stand at my side. I reached up to cup her face, rewarding her obedience with a smile. “Theo has a gift for you.”

Her answering smile and whispered thank you was observed by Star. Theo handed Maria a small silk robe then left with Malik to wait outside. She slipped the smooth material over her mocha skin. She was a stunning woman but her beauty paled in comparison to Star’s. The robe sashayed down her body covering her hard dark nipples, toned flat stomach, and bare pussy, stopping mid-thigh.

“Do you like your gift, Maria?”

Her large chocolate eyes latched on to mine. “I do. Can I show you how much?” She asked.

My eyes sought out Star, standing in all her naked glory staring at the interaction, her mouth slightly open. I placed my hand on Maria’s shoulder, adding a small amount of pressure. She didn’t need much encouragement, willingly lowering to her knees. Her hands greedily came up to my belt buckle then dipped into the now open fly of my slacks. Her warm hand grasped my stiffening cock, exposing me to her mouth with haste. Her full lips sucked me straight into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat making her gag, her throat closing around me.

“You see, Belle, Maria has been here a little longer than you and has learned her place. She welcomes the gifts I grant her, the affection she earns with respecting her superior.” I held my face stoic as I spoke so as not to grin at her disgust.

I growled in her direction when I saw the shower was still off. “You prefer the cold hose as opposed to the hot shower I told you to take?”

Eyes widening, she spun and pushed the lever. A splutter then a waterfall of rain tap-danced over her flesh. She reached for the soap left by Maria and began to wash her body, every curve sculpted to send my senses into overdrive.

My hand gripped Maria’s hair to hold her in place so I could fuck her filthy mouth. She was as experienced as they came, her hot, wicked tongue slurping at me like an ice cream on a hot summer’s day. I was above average in size, my girth thick but she had no problem stretching her expert lips over me.

My eyes devoured Star, my thoughts raging war with reality, my cock plunging unforgiving into Maria’s throat, imagining it being Star’s slick, constricted cunt. Her lips were all pink and wet and tight, enticing me to flood her gluttonous inner walls with my cum.

Fuck! She watched me stare at the slit between her toned thighs as my brain told me I was fucking that and not Maria’s mouth. Her thick hair slicked back, her natural beauty laced in beading water, her nipples pink and hard. Heat warmed my entire crotch, traveling up my cock in waves of pleasure, making it swell. A shiver rocked up my spine as the feeling of my cum actually being sucked, pulled from me, nearly brought me to my knees.

I drew myself free from Maria’s mouth, hot spurts of creamy ribbon coating her face and dripping down her chin to her chest. My whole body tensed as my orgasm found its end. Lowering my eyes from the intense shock on Star’s face, I gathered some of my cum on the pad of my thumb and swiped it across Maria’s lips. “Rub me into your skin. You have earned to wear my scent for the night.”

The scoff leaving Star’s lips brought my attention back to her. I narrowed my eyes at her. “You too will seek the honor of pleasing me and wearing my essence on your skin, Belle. Now follow me back to your room.”

Maria stood and followed my lead as I left the room, the soft tap, tap from their bare feet echoed down the hall. Opening the cell I had kept Star in, I gestured for them both to enter. Scanning the second bed now in the room, they both turned to me with expectant eyes. “You will learn to share.”

I turned to leave, stopping when a question was fired at me. “Is Belle my name?”

I cringed on the inside at the weakness of my own desire and the truth slipping free and calling her Belle. She really was a beauty, the most beautiful girl in the room; in any room. Belle was an endearment she hadn’t earned and didn’t deserve.

“Your name is and will always be Star!” I ground out, not turning to look at her. She had already made me soften, giving her a fucking compliment by calling her Belle and coming from thoughts of her pussy while Maria worked her jaw. I needed to remember my reasons for doing this, allow the ache molded from betrayal and bitterness that was fused into my soul from an early age rule here. I couldn’t let my cock, my eyes or the fire buried deep down in the pit of my fiber burn out the hate I had for her. I needed my vengeance… I fucking earned it.