Taken (12 page)

He worked away at the ropes. They were tight, but he had big wrists. If he loosened his bonds enough, his hands could slip through. As a boy, his older brothers had tied him up and left him for hours. The key to getting free was patience and believing the knot could be undone.

He wondered if Lyz was okay. He tried not to think about what was happening to her in Deese's bed. It made his blood boil to think of anyone else having her.

She was his.

But more than that, he didn't want any harm to come to her. He needed her.

The realization slapped him in the face and motivated him to get out of there and save her, patience be damned. He wiggled and shook, feeling the rope on his right wrist getting nearly loose enough for his hand to slip through.

Just then, Deese walked in.

"Mikael," he said, smiling charmingly. "I came to have a talk with you before I go to bed."

He stood before Mikael.

"She's beautiful, your new little slave. By the look on her face earlier tonight, she enjoys being fucked," he said, watching for Mikael's reaction.

He cursed himself again for being stupid enough to take her in public, twice. The first time had been lucky. The second time had been dumb. He'd gotten carried away, and now they were paying for it.

"She'll beg me not to fuck her, but I won't listen. These women don't care who the cock inside them belongs to, as long as it's big."

"So she's going to care, is that what you're trying to tell me?" Mikael asked.

Deese pressed his lips together but continued his victory speech.

"She's going to be mine, Mikael," he said. "And you're going to watch, because imagining what I'm doing to her won't inflict enough pain on you. You're going to pay for taking Meessla from me. You will have to watch me take your new little favorite fuck over and over and over," he whispered.

He had a triumphant look on his face as he switched on the viewscreen. It showed Lyzette tied to a massive bed. She only had on her underwear, and she looked terrified. Mikael's heart squeezed in his chest.

"See the little beauty. I'm sure she's wet for me. She can't wait to be taken by a real man," Deese was going on, but Mikael wasn't listening. He had gone back to work on the ropes holding him and was trying to look like he wasn't getting himself untied. He had to get Lyzette away from this madman. "This camera will give you the perfect view of us."

He trailed off as he watched one of his men enter the room. Deese frowned.

"He's not supposed to be in there."

They watched as he moved towards the bed. Deese and Mikael could hear the noises from the bedroom through the viewscreen.

"If you weren't the Delanor's, I would fuck your brains out, slave," he said, rubbing her between the legs.

Mikael felt rage building inside him. Did the Delanor have any control over his men?

"I bet you're wet, waiting to be fucked by the Delanor, huh? You little whores like it no matter who's in your cunt."

The man looked around and did something to the camera. The viewscreen went dark.

"That fucker," Deese said and bolted from the room, his face a mask of fury.

Then the camera came back on. The man had probably tried to turn it off, not knowing that Deese had a unique security system. The cameras could never be deactivated. That was part of Deese's torture plan for Mikael - as he saw Deese have his way with Lyzette, there would be no way for Mikael to stop watching.

He tried to tune out what the man was saying, but saw him get on the bed and pull her legs apart.

Mikael struggled with the ropes, then made himself calm down. If he pulled too hard, he would make them tighter.

He tried to keep his eyes off the screen, but he couldn't seem to look away. He watched, feeling nauseated as the man bent and sucked on one of Lyzette's breasts. She kicked and struggled, trying to get away from him.

Mikael was dying inside thinking about that pig. His sweet little Lyzette, who had responded so beautifully last night. She had given herself to him for the first time and came so quickly. To think that such a sexual being could have that spoiled by an asshole out for revenge against him made him sick.

The situation was all his fault. He had got sloppy and made stupid mistakes, playing right into his enemy's hands.

On the screen, the man was touching her between her legs.

"Oh, you like that do you?" he said, and he was lining himself to enter. "Wait until I get my cock up in your pussy."

Mikael twisted his wrists desperately and felt the ropes cut through his raw skin. When he pulled and strained long enough, he was able to get one hand out. He grimaced when he looked at the bloody mess of his wrist, but ignored the pain and went to work on the other one.

Mikael looked up when he heard Deese's voice. Oh, thank goodness, he stopped the man before he could have his way with her. The Delanor was furious and was taking the man out of the room. If Mikael knew Deese at all, the man would be shot.

Mikael tried and tried, but he couldn't get the ropes on the other wrist loose at all and eventually got free by scraping enough skin off so he could rip himself out.

He looked at the screen to see what was happening now. The situation hadn't improved. It incensed him to see Deese sliding his hand into Lyzette's folds.

"You're wet," he said in surprise. "Maybe you're not as unwilling as I thought you would be. That won't do."

Then he drew back and slapped hard her across the face. Mikael didn't waste any more time.

He made a noise to draw the guard into the room, then hid against the wall so the guard wouldn't be able to see him. When the guard opened the door to investigate, Mikael jumped him. He attacked with all the vicious force from his feelings of powerlessness.

"Where is he keeping her?" he said. The young man had collapsed on the floor and held his stomach.

The guard was bleeding and nearly unconscious, but Mikael grabbed him by the head and forced the guard to look at him.

"Where. Is. She? Tell me, or you're dead."

Mikael wasn't sure if he would kill, but the more he thought about Lyzette at the mercy of his enemy, the more he felt like he was capable of anything. It wasn't an idle threat.

The young man thought about his best interests, and he gave Mikael directions to the Delanor.

The Markanor punched him hard one more time, knocking him unconscious. He ducked out the door and locked the guard inside.

Mikael pitied the young man. When his superiors found out he let the prisoner escape, he was going to be in trouble. Then he took off down the dark corridor, thinking of no one but Lyz.

Lyzette was petrified. She was wearing only her bra and a thong. Her wrists were tied tightly to the bedposts on the Delanor's bed. They had put a new gag in her mouth.

She wondered how things had gone from good to bad so quickly. It was like her mother always said: "When something good happens, look around because pretty soon the other shoe will drop."

She pulled at her bonds and wished they weren't tight. Of course, what would she do even if she got loose? They blindfolded her on the way here so that she had no idea where she was going. There were no windows in this room, so she supposed they were in a subterranean hideout. Didn't villains always have underground lairs?

A man walked in and looked at her.

"Oh boy," he said, moving towards the bed. "If you weren't the Delanor's, I would fuck your brains out, slave."

He put his hand between her legs and rubbed her through the cloth.

"I bet you're wet, waiting to be fucked by the Delanor, huh? You little whores like it no matter who's in your cunt."

He looked around furtively and then he went to the wall and pressed a button.

"Now there will be no record. He won't be along for another hour. The Delanor likes his baths after a match," he said, unbuckling his pants.

Lyzette's eyes grew wide with horror when she saw his cock spring free. He climbed onto the bed. She had her legs tightly squeezed together, but he pried them apart. Once he was between her legs, he pulled one of her breasts out and sucked it a moment. She made an angry sound and struggled.

"Don't pretend you don't like it," he said, leering at her. "The Delanor wasn't the only one who got a look at what you and Mikael were doing in his public box."

He pulled the thong aside and slid his hand into her folds. She made another infuriated noise and pulled on the silk ribbons that held her prisoner, trying to twist her body away from him.

"Oh, you like that do you?" he said, and she felt his hardness brush her sex. "Well, wait until I get my cock up in there."

Click.

They both looked up and were surprised to see the Delanor holding a gun to the man's head. The man froze in the act of penetrating her.

"Deese, I swear I wasn't going to do anything. I was getting her ready for you. You can imagine how tight she is."

"Get up and put your prick back in your pants. You'll be lucky if I let you keep either your cock or your miserable life," the Delanor said coldly. He was furious. "If there weren't a lady present, I would blow your brains out right now. Men who can't follow orders become Clanless or dead quickly."

"I can follow orders sir, I swear. Punish me, whip me, do whatever you want to me. But don't declan me, sir, please," the man was begging now. He was frightened out of his mind.

Lyzette remembered how Mikael had said that you either had a clan, or you left the planet.

"Come with me," the Delanor said. He kept the gun pressed against the man's head and the two men left the room.

Lyzette squirmed around trying to get her thong back into position, but she couldn't get her breast back in her bra — that was impossible.

The waiting was horrible. She remembered how bad Mikael had looked the last time she had seen him in the street, with a bloody lip and a black eye. There was a bruise on his cheek too, and he had been holding his side like it hurt.

What if the Delanor killed him?

The thought of the Delanor made her break out in a cold sweat. What was he going to do to her? He meant to have his way with her in revenge for what Mikael had done to his girlfriend. But she had no idea if he would hurt her or beat her or even kill her when his vengeance was complete. She was scared out of her mind.

The only sex she had before was with Mikael. She realized that she wasn't a slut because if she were, she would be excited to sleep with this guy too.

She wasn't. She didn't want him anywhere near her. Her revulsion made her feel a tiny bit better, but not much. She was going to get raped, and there wasn't anything she could do about it.

She tried desperately to think about how she could protect her mind from what was about to happen. The only thing she could do was think of Mikael, about how he had touched her and how she had enjoyed it. She pretended that it was him coming to her now and that he would be filling her.

That only worked for a second. She knew it wouldn't be Mikael, since he was locked up somewhere, being beaten or killed. No one would come to her aid. Just like in the alleyway, the men only wanted her for one thing.

She clenched her thighs tightly together and waited, trying to think of nothing and feeling fear coursing through her body. She was in big trouble, and there was no escape this time.

The Delanor strode back into the room by himself. He stood and looked her over, then roughly shoved her breast into her bra. Stepping back, he crossed his arms over his chest and surveyed her again.

Lyzette blushed as he gazed at her nearly naked body. He came over again and undid her gag. She spat it out gratefully. When he offered her a drink of water, she took it.

He moved away yet again and she tried to calm the tremors in her body, as she attempted to figure out what he was up to. That's when she realized he wanted her to be frightened. He wanted her to be as negatively affected by this experience as possible so he could hurt Mikael.

Finally he moved towards her and with a deft flick of one hand, he undid the clasp on her bra. Damn Raimey for insisting on the front clasp.

Her plump breasts burst free, and he drew in a breath. Lyzette clenched her teeth together. How long was he going to take? Couldn't he just rape her and be done with it?

He reached out and fondled one breast, and her traitorous nipple beaded tightly from his touch. His eyes darted to hers, and she narrowed them at him, refusing to give him the pleasure of struggling or making any sound, no matter how disgusted she was.

He bent over and took her breast between his teeth, watching her all the time. She did her best to keep still and not try to flee from the bastard. How could she stop him? She had her legs free. Maybe she could knee him? Then he would hurt her as well as rape her. She had never tried to change the course of events in her life before, and it didn't make sense to start now.

When he snaked his hand down to her thong, she damned Raimey again for making it so easy for these fucking men to touch her. He pushed it aside as if it was nothing and slid his finger into her folds. She was still wet from when Mikael had made love to her at the match, but he wouldn't know that. He would think she was wet for him, the fucker. She was angry. She was ready to explode, but she couldn't do anything.

"You're wet," he said in surprise. "Maybe you're not as unwilling as I thought you would be. That won't do," he said.

He brought his arm back and slapped her hard across the face. Her face was expressionless, and she didn't cry out even though she wanted to.

"Damn you, girl. Not even a whimper? I wanted you to beg me not to fuck you. Beg me, damn it!"

She stared at him steadily.

He was enraged. Then he got a wild glint in his eyes.

"If you don't beg me, I'll kill Mikael," he said.

She looked at him, wondering if he was serious. She couldn't take a chance that he might kill Mikael simply because she wasn't doing what she was supposed to. If begging meant that she would save his life, she would do it.