Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) (6 page)

The days mix together and more men violate my body. I like to think of myself as a strong woman, but I’ve never had to cope with shit like this. Demon has often asked for me to be sent to his office where we will have sex, and with Demon I feel like it is sex. He doesn’t threaten me like the other men do, especially Strike. Speaking of Strike, he seems to have a weird jealous streak against Demon and weirdly it’s just Demon. The other members have taken me from my room, or taken a liking to me at the many parties and he doesn’t seem bothered. It’s only when Demon has me, he become scarily jealous and aggressively uses me.

Also, just like Natasha, I’ve learned to be a good little submissive and put on a face of acceptance when I’m out of the room. Only when it’s just us two, or by myself do I let my true emotions surface. I do everything at the men’s request without question and shockingly Natasha and I have become a favourite couple. The men seem to enjoy having us together and to be honest, so do I. Sure it’s weird when they want to watch us do some girl on girl, but I’d rather be with Natasha than any of them and she gives me comfort. It’s nice to have her in the room when I’m going through something horrid.

“So, Demon hasn’t asked for me since you got here.” Natasha points out as we’re sitting alone in our room.

“He did on the first day.” I remind her.

“That wasn’t sex, but I’m being serious, Lauren. Demon has only had you since you arrived. Don’t you see the danger here?” She pleads.

“Honestly? I don’t.” I reply. “Out of everyone here, he seems the better one.”

Natasha sounds as if she’s choking. “Seriously, Lauren? Are you forgetting what I told you?”

I close my eyes, because I knew this conversation was coming up. She’s been hinting around the subject for a few days. I can see where she’s coming from but I don’t see him as that bad. Yes he might have taken a liking to me, but so has Strike and out of the two I know which one I would rather spend a night with.

“What about last night?” She reminds me and I roll my eyes.

“That wasn’t a big deal.” I argue.

Last night, I was with another biker named Twist who loves to tie women up. In the middle of our time together, Demon barges in and without a word unties me and drags me away into his office.

“I disagree Lauren, you have to be careful.” She warns.

“What am I supposed to do, Natasha? I can’t tell him no, can I? What do you expect me to do?” I demand and I’m met with silence.

“I’m just worried about you.” She admits.

I reach for her hand. “I know, but I’m a big girl.”

“And it’s not just Demon.” She points out.

“I know.” I sigh. “Strike feels threatened by him I think.”

“Maybe you’re right, but I don’t like you being in the middle and being used as Strike’s personal punching bag.” I hear the worry in her voice but I just squeeze her hand. I don’t know what to tell her, because it’s true. Lately Strike loves to punch me, a lot and the last couple of times he has hit me, slapped me and whipped me as he fucks me. This is where my head fucks up because while Strike is horrible, Demon isn’t. While Demon is inside me, he’s surprisingly nice. He calls me his
‘sweet Raven’
and tells me how much of a good girl I am.

***

Later on, we get woken by the door opening as usual. I fucking hate the sound of it. Nothing good ever comes from the sound of that door opening.

“My two favourite girls,” Demon greets us, opening his arms wide. “Let’s get you out of this room for a while.”

Chopper and to my surprise Andrew, walk inside and undo our chains. They all flank us as we walk to wherever Demon is taking us, and it soon becomes clear. Demon opens a door and my heart drops. Bomber, Fury, Lethal and Strike are waiting for us. There’s a large bed in the middle of the room, no sheets on it and there’s a table in the corner with every deadly instrument imaginable. Andrew pushes me from behind. “Go on babe, get inside.”

I turn to glare at him and then take a deep breath, walking into the room. I feel all the men’s eyes on me, so I look down at the floor. Demon walks close by, tucking my hair out of my face. “What’s the matter, Raven?”

I shake my head because I haven’t got anything worthwhile to say. Which makes him proud.

“See men, she’s fucking perfect.” He slaps my arse and they all grunt their answers.

I look up and see Bomber frowning, as soon as our eyes meet he looks at the floor shaking his head. It kind of hurts me a lot seeing him in this room. Bomber strikes me as a good guy amongst all these dickheads. Why the fuck is he here?

“No wonder you two are so popular.” He beams. “Complete opposites. Raven all dark and Silver so light.”

I hate being called Raven, although weirdly it helps separate myself when I have to deal with this shit. Demon leaves me and stands by Natasha, he whispers something into her ear and she nods. As soon as she does, he has her backed up against the wall and his mouth on hers. I can’t tear my eyes from them, but Bomber blocks my view. He walks me to the wall on the other side and blocks everyone with his body, they’re all interested in the show Demon is putting on.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“I didn’t know he wanted me for this.” He whispers back. “I thought he had a job for me.”

“Well he has.” I snap. I don’t know why I’m so angry with him, he is after all a Devil’s member but he’s different. I can feel it.

“I’m going to help, but you need to bear with me.” His words shock me and I’m about to ask him what the fuck he’s talking about but Strike interrupts.

“Keeping her all to yourself, Bomb?” He asks.

“Trying to, I don’t seem to get any time with her.” Bomber replies.

“Too bad.” Strike grins and snatches me away. “Let’s watch the show.”

I try to look back at Bomber but he’s gone. I hear a loud thud and quickly turn around to see Demon has pushed Natasha to the floor. She cries out as she hits the hard floor and I go to her side but Strike stops me. I watch in horror as Demon slaps her across the face and tears fill my eyes. Strike pulls me away and backs me up, capturing my lips with his. I don’t like to kiss him. I don’t want his mouth on mine. My skin crawls, I want him off me. All I can hear is the slapping noise of Demon continuing to hit Natasha. I would love to push Strike off me and to go over to Demon and get him off Natasha, use some of his own weapons on him to teach him a lesson.

Strike moves me to the bed, lying me down on my back while Andrew and Chopper tie me down. Andrew leans over me, kissing me and stroking my hair. I move my head out of his way but I can’t move too far as I’m strapped down. Suddenly a sharp slap burns across my breasts and I scream out in pain. The men laugh at me, spurring Strike to do it again and again and I swear he gets harder every time. The stinging becomes too much and I start to cry. “Please stop.”

They don’t listen and if anything I think they like to hear me plead with them. Strike becomes very excited and as he usually does when he’s in this mood, he begins to punch me. Not slapping like what Demon is doing to Natasha,.Strike is full on punching me. I no longer worry about the slapping across my breasts with the belt that Chopper has taken over. No, I’m more concerned with the punches Strike is pounding on my face. I feel pressure between my open legs and then a sudden intrusion. I know it’s Andrew and I hate him even more. Not only has he sent me here, but he’s including himself in my torture.

Both Natasha and I aren’t taken out of the room for a full day and I’m grateful. That night was frightening, reality has settled in and I no longer prefer Demon over Strike. I don’t like either of them.

“Natasha?” I whisper, hoping that she’s awake.

“Mmmm.” She answers.

“You know when we were in the room last night, Bomber spoke to me.” I haven’t told her what he said to me because I honestly forgot until now.

“Carry on.” She answers.

“Well, he told me to hang on and that he was trying to help.” I hear her chains rattle as she sits up.

“Fuck off.” She gasps.

“I know, I don’t know what to think.” I whisper. “Do you think he’s telling me the truth?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen him act like the rest.”

The door opening stops our conversation. I prepare myself to be taken out and badly abused again. My body hasn’t even heeled from the last time. However, I’m not taken out and neither is Natasha, instead a new girl is thrown in. Chopper literally throws her in, and she stands still while he chains her up. I hear her sobbing and my heart tugs for her. She looks very young and she doesn’t look good at all. Through the limited lighting from the doorway, I can see she has blonde hair but it’s tinted red in places and I know that’s not by choice, my gut tells me its blood.

Chopper doesn’t say anything and leaves us alone, locking the door behind him of course.

“Are you ok?” I ask her but there’s no answer. I remember back to when I first came here and Natasha tried to talk to me. “You can trust us.” I promise.

But it’s no use, she doesn’t talk at all, even Natasha has a go. Poor girl has totally shut down. I can’t believe how tiny and fragile she looks; she shouldn’t be here at all.

For the rest of the day I constantly think about her. Natasha and I have short conversations but she still doesn’t join in. I really fear for her, the men here will eat her alive.

After waking the next morning, the door unlocks and my heart drops to see Strike in the door, beaming down at the young girl.

“Time to meet the boss, little girl.” He rubs his hands together and I feel sick.

I then realize that my chains are closer to the new girl than they are to Natasha. So when Strike leans down and goes to undo her chains I jump at the chance for payback. Even if I will regret it later, I can’t just watch as he takes her away. I stand quickly and spit down at him. Strike obviously doesn’t like this and stands to face me. I see my chance and slap him. I try as hard as I can and while he stands in shock, I kick him in the stomach too.

“Holy shit,” Natasha mumbles.

“Fucking bitch!” Strike yells.

“Leave her alone!” I shout back. “She’s too young, fucking leave her alone!”

Strike backhands me so hard I fall against the wall. “Don’t fuckin touch me again.”

I hear footsteps and when I look up I see more bikers. They help Strike undo my chains and when they do Strike grabs me by the feet and drags me out the room. I’m in pain and I know what’s coming, but I would rather me than the new girl.

As I’m being dragged away, I realize that I’ve changed. Before, the old me would have selfishly let Strike take the girl away and save myself but not now. Seems this hell hole is good for certain things, like changing a bitch.

“Now Raven, do you see why you have to be good?” Demon asks as I hang from the ceiling.

Strike brought me straight to his president and he knew just what to do with me. My wrists are tightly bound with rope, my arms raised above my head and secured to the ceiling. I haven’t had any feeling in my arms for some time now, I’m guessing roughly twenty minutes.

Together, president and VP have used me as their entertainment, punishing me for standing up for someone else, a young girl who shouldn’t be here. They have used so many knives on me that my skin is covered in my own blood. My head hangs down from loss of energy and I’d rather look at my own bloodied body than the men in front of me.

I hear Strike stomp over to me. “Fucking answer, bitch!” And he lands a punch on my jaw and then adds a few more just for the fun of it.

I spit out blood onto the floor. “Fuck you.”

Spike goes in for another but Demon stops him.
Oh how very gentlemanly of you.

“Let’s not knock her out VP. We need her to talk.” Demon demands.

“She hasn’t spoken the whole time she’s been here!” Strike complains.

“Raven, I ask you again. Do you now understand why you have to behave?” Demon asks again. “I don’t like to see you like this.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I understand.” I answer. “That you’re all sick bastards.”

“Then you leave me no choice.” Demon steps back, letting Strike step forward in his place. “Strike will see that you get what you need.”

Demon leaves his office and I glare at the smirking face of Strike. “Well, it’s just the two of us.” He beams.

Without warning, he sucker punches me in the stomach and I let out a loud moan. Strike laughs and pulls my head back, kissing my lips and I almost puke right there. His mouth on mine makes me want to gag. Strike pulls harder on my hair and I feel it being ripped from my scalp. I feel another punch in my stomach and he lets me go. I begin to cough and this makes him laugh again. “Looks like you will have some bruises tomorrow.” He boasts.

This continues for some time, I don’t know how long because I lose track of time and also my consciousness.

When I wake, not only does my body feel sore but also in between my legs. It doesn’t take a genius to guess what he did while I was out of it.

“What the fuck?” I hear and slowly lift my head. My eyelids feel heavy but I manage to see Bomber by the door and he looks horrified. “Raven?”

I moan in answer and he rushes towards me. “Bomber?” I ask.

“Yeah, it’s me. Hold on a sec while I get you down.” He gets out his knife and hacks at the rope above me. They fall down in front of me and I scream out in pain. “What is it?” He panics.

“My arms,” I croak and he massages them for me, trying to bring back my circulation but it fucking kills.

Bomber releases my wrists and then carefully picks me up. I hear a lot of swearing as he holds me and I struggle to stay awake. Bomber takes me to the showers and holds me up while he washes away as much blood as possible. The water stings my cuts and Bomber curses a lot more.

“Why are you here?” I ask him.

“Because you’re hurt.” He points out.

“No, you’re not like them.” I argue. It’s obvious he is not like the other members I have come across.

“Because my dad is here,” He answers.

“Your dad?” I ask, completely shocked.

“Enough questions.” He moans and wraps me in a towel. When I’m dry enough he carries me again and barges into another room. “Dad, she needs help.”

I look up to see who Bomber’s dad is and see the bearded man who took care of me before. He’s Bomber’s dad?

“Jesus!” Bomber’s father shouts. “How much longer are they going to do this?”

“As long as they can get away with it,” Bomber answers and carefully places me down on a bed.

“Ok darling,” His dad looks me over. “Let me take a look at you.”

“What’s your name?” I ask him.

“Horny Bill,” He replies with a mischievous grin. “But you can call me Bill.”

“Gladly.” I giggle and then my eyes become very heavy.