Hell's Knights (20 page)

“Who the fuck is that?” he roars.

“I don’t know,” I lie.

“Put your fuckin’ hands up!”

I do as he asks, giving Spike my best ‘please, just go get help’ look. Jasper points the gun over the seat, and he aims it at me.

“Tell them to fuckin’ back down!” he orders.

I shake my head at Spike, pleading with my eyes for him to turn away. Jasper speeds up the van, and my heart begins to race. Spike gets closer. I can see his eyes now, and it surprises me to see that he looks as though he’s worried. I shake my head again, and he shakes his back, like he’s not willing to back down.

“I’ll fuckin’ shoot you. Tell them to back the fuck down!” Jasper roars.

I put my hands together as if I’m begging, and mouth over and over. “Call Cade, please. Call Cade, please.”

Spike looks torn. I can see it in his face. I am paying so much attention to him, that I don’t even notice that the guns gone off, until I see blood splatter across the back of the van window. Then I feel the deep, burning pain ripping through my shoulder. I open my mouth and scream, and my body slumps forward. Jasper shot me. I vaguely see Spike slowing down. I guess seeing me get shot made him realize Jasper isn’t playing. The bikes spin around in the middle of the road, and go full throttle in the opposite direction. I scream out in pain as my back hits the floor, sending the pain shooting further into my shoulder.

“You think I’m fucking joking, snake?” Jasper roars. “You’ll die for what you did to me!”

My vision begins going fuzzy as the pain takes over, rushing through my body like liquid fire. I can’t even hear my own screams anymore. I’m fading out.

“Shut up!” I hear Jasper roar. “Shut the fuck up.”

I feel my eyes roll; it’s all just too much. It hurts too much. I feel my lids flutter closed, before my entire world goes black.

******

I scream as Jasper hits me with the butt of his gun, again. He’s been doing it over and over, constantly. His mission is to punish me, slowly, painfully. I wish to God I had just let him shoot me on the road. I should have at least tried to run. Now, I’m here, and quite likely going to suffer a long, slow death. I spit blood on the floor as my mouth fills with it yet again. My shoulder aches. At first, it was a burning, agonizing pain, but now it’s a constant, thudding pain. I guess all the hits to my face directed the pain from my shoulder to my head.

“They’ll kill you for this,” I spit at Jasper, who’s watching me. I can almost see the evil ideas spinning in his mind.

He laughs, deep and malicious. “Won’t matter. I’ll have my revenge.”

“You’re willing to give up your life, for revenge? How pathetic,” I hiss.

“You want to know what pathetic is?” he growls. “This!”

He grips his pants, and jerks them down. I open my mouth and gasp at the sight of his mangled, purple, and scarred skin. There’s no longer any man parts. Now, it somewhat resembles a burn victim’s skin. My eyes widen at the damage I did, but I’m not sorry. I’ll never be sorry.

“Do you know what you fucking did to me?” he roars. “You fucking ruined my life. I don’t care if I’m fucking dead, so long as you go down with me.”

“You deserved everything you got,” I bark.

“And you deserve everything you’re about to get.”

He storms over, grips my hair and pulls it so hard bits of it come out. I scream and squirm in my binds. My scalp feels like it’s one fire, as each tiny strand of hair is ripped from the skin.

“Stop!” I beg. “Please!”

“No! You’ll scream until every last drop of blood leaves your body.”

He lets go of my hair, spins around and twirls his gun. “Now, what shall we start with? I’m thinking a few bullet holes, then perhaps I’ll make you pay slowly, and painfully. You think just because you removed my working parts, that I can’t hurt you the way I used to?”

That doesn’t sound good. My skin prickles, and my heart begins thudding so loudly I can’t hear myself think.

“Let me go, you piece of shit!”

I’m desperate now, and I can hear it in my voice. Begging won’t work for me though. I already know begging gets him going. It gets most sick people going; it’s what spurs them to keep up the torture. God, why can’t I just pass out? Why can’t my body just know what’s going to happen, and put me out of this misery.

He laughs again. I hate that sound. I hated it back then, but I hate it more now. “You thought you were so smart, blowing off my dick. You thought it would save someone from experiencing the same torture, but you were wrong. You only made me more determined. See now, snake, I can make it painful. Considering you were so fond of being raped, I’m thinking we’ll start with this…”

He reaches into the back of his pants, and pulls out a massive knife. The sick feeling that washes through me in that moment cannot be explained. My entire body goes numb. My eyes go fuzzy, and my ears begin to ring so loudly I can’t hear anything else around me. He’s going to rape me with a knife. He’s going to rape me…oh, God. No. No.
NO!
I struggle in my binds again, nearly snapping my wrists. God, come on.

Jasper laughs loudly again. “Didn’t think you’d like that idea. Keep struggling, snake, you know it only makes me want this more.”

I’m panting now, close to hyperventilating. The ringing in my ears has now become a loud roar. I am still pulling at my binds, beyond desperate to get away from him. Nothing in this entire world could possibly frighten me more than the idea of being raped with a knife. That is something you don’t recover from. That is something that destroys you.

“You destroyed me. I destroy you. Fair is fair. I could just blow off your sweet little cunt, but that would ruin my fun. I want to hear you scream. I want your blood on my hands,” he growls, then he grins. “You know, it was one of your own that gave away your location?”

What is he talking about?

“What?” I rasp.

“Britney, is that her name? Yeah, she got word to me. Clever girl she is.”

Oh, God, no…Britney did this? My whole body trembles. I knew she was capable of a lot of things, but this? She handed me to the wolves.

“Hurts when someone stabs you in the fuckin’ back, doesn’t it?” he snarls.

“Fuck you,” I spit.

“Oh no snake, I’m going to fuck you.”

He walks towards me running his fingers over the blade of the large knife. I squirm harder. I can’t survive this. God, someone please help me. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes, and they burn as they tumble down my cheeks. My own saliva is sliding down my chin; I am struggling to breathe so much I’ve forgotten how to swallow.

“Would you look at that. I think I’ve finally cracked you, snake.”

He drops to his knees in front of me, and I try to kick out my legs at him. Growling, he drives the knife into one of my thighs. I scream. God, I scream so loudly he stumbles backwards and covers his ears.

“Shut the fuck up!” he roars.

Blood pours from the wound in my leg, and I begin to thrash. He lunges forward, holding the knife up to my face.

“You fuckin’ move again, I’ll slit your throat!”

I stop kicking, even though everything inside me is screaming at me to fight. I’m so scared; the only thing I can think about is living another moment. Jasper uses the knife to slice my pants off. I am crying heavily now, gasping and begging for him to stop. He runs the knife up my leg, drawing a tiny line of blood. I cry out, the sound is broken and strangled, like that of a wounded animal.

“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.”

“Don’t move her,” Jackson says. “She might be hurt bad. We need to check.”

Cade peers over at Jasper, who’s trying to slide towards the door.

“Fuckin’ move, I’ll blow your brains all over that wall,” Cade roars.

“Take care of him,” I hear Spike growl. “I’ll get her out.”

“Baby, you’re gonna be just fine. We’re gonna get you out,” Cade rasps, then he says to Spike. “You fuckin’ take care of her. Whatever you got against me, it ain’t her fault.”

“I’d never fuckin’ hurt her. Go finish that scum.”

Cade grips my face, coating his hands in blood. “I’m gonna be back in less than five minutes. You hang in there, baby.”

“I’m okay,” I croak. “Kill him, Cade. Make it count.”

He nods, and then Jackson strokes my face, his eyes red and glassy. Then they both turn, stand, and haul Jasper up, taking him outside. I can’t begin to imagine what they’re going to do. I don’t care either. Spike kneels down in front of me, swiping a bloody piece of hair from my face.

“You sure do know how to get yourself noticed. If you wanted this kind of attention from me, you should have just asked.”

He leans in, inspecting the wounds on my head. My stomach begins to turn violently as he begins to gently move me.

“Talk to me, precious. What hurts?”

“Everything,” I croak.