Tangled Rose (8 page)

Rose saw it all unfold before her eyes like a nightmare. She didn’t know what it was that terrified her most. Was it the fact that Patrice was about to see her tied naked to the bed in a pool of her own urine? Or the fact that Fat Boy was standing in the corner with a gun, ready to hurt someone?

Patrice shook himself off as he got to his feet. He glanced wildly around the room and when he saw Rose his eyes widened.

“What the fuck?” he said.

Rose knew that this was going to change everything. In that instant that he laid eyes on her she could see everything in her life change. The future she had briefly imagined with Patrice, it was never going to happen now. It had been a pipe dream anyway, how could she hope to have a future with a prospect for the DRMC, the gang that was going to use her as a slave? But at least it had been a dream. In the second it took for Patrice to take in that view of her, she knew that none of it was ever going to happen.

Whatever happened now, it wouldn’t be what she’d been hoping for. Patrice wouldn’t be able to get this out of his mind. He couldn’t unsee what he’d already seen. She was lying there, in urine and jizz, and she was disgusting. That’s all she was, a worthless, disgusting, whore. That’s all she was and that was all she would ever be and she knew it.

XV

“W
HAT HAVE YOU DONE TO
her?” Patrice said to Fat Boy.

Fat Boy was smirking cruelly. He had his handgun drawn and pointed right at Patrice.

“What do you mean?” he said to Patrice. “She did all that to herself.”

“She didn’t tie herself up?” Patrice said.

“No, I did that. But she’s the one that pissed all over herself. She’s the one that took off her clothes. She’s the fucking slut she always was, and it’s not my fault that she managed to pull the wool over your eyes.”

“She’s not a slut,” Patrice said.

He looked down at Rose and she tried to look away but she couldn’t. There was such confusion in his face. It was like he didn’t know what he was looking at. He didn’t seem to be sure even if Rose was the same girl he’d spent the previous day with. She could understand his confusion. He’d left her barely eight hours earlier and she’d been dressed in clean clothes, she’d looked together, like someone who might be able to work her way out of slavery and become someone’s old lady.

Now she looked utterly worthless. She looked disgusting, like a whore. There’d be no recovering from this for her. Patrice would never look at her the same way.

“Look at her,” Fat Boy said. “She’s a disgusting mess. You can’t fucking trust a woman like that, Patrice.”

Patrice nodded slowly. He looked at Rose and then at Fat Boy. Fat Boy was still pointing his gun at him.

“What’s the gun for?” Patrice said.

Fat Boy smiled. He lowered the weapon and began talking.

“You don’t want anything to do with a girl like this, Patrice,” he said. “I know you were getting attached to her. Serge knew. He told me to make sure you saw her for what she was.”

“So you pissed all over her?”

“I already told you, that’s her own fucking piss, Patrice. That aint mine. She spent the night drinking beer and flirting with me and then I tied her up for safety. I woke up and this was what I saw. This fucking disgusting mess.”

Rose was shaking her head.

“What?” she said in disbelief. “What are you saying? Patrice, you can’t believe this.”

Patrice looked at her. He genuinely looked pained, as if he didn’t know who to believe. Rose’s heart was breaking. She knew that she couldn’t win this. It didn’t matter who’d done this to her. What mattered was that it had been done. How could he ever consider forming a relationship with her now? She was property of the MC and the MC could do whatever the hell they liked to her.

“Listen,” Fat Boy said. “Take a seat.”

Patrice was shaking his head. He looked from Rose to Fat Boy and then leaned against the dresser that the television was on. Rose noticed that he didn’t want to sit anywhere near her. She couldn’t blame him. The smell of urine must have been revolting to him.

“I know this can’t be easy for you to hear,” Fat Boy said. “But you’ve got to listen. If you want to ride with a club like the DRMC then you’ve got to listen to me. Serge planned all this. It’s part of your training.”

“This is part of my training?”

“Yes it is.”

“What the fuck?” Patrice said.

Rose was thinking the same thing. If this was part of the training of a new DRMC member, then the club was crueler and more brutal than even she’d imagined.

“What’s going on?” Patrice said.

He was having a hard time with this information. He kept looking at Rose, the girl he’d been falling for just the day before. He looked back at Fat Boy and it didn’t make sense. There she was, a humiliated, degraded wreck. How could they do that to a girl? What was the point of it? They’d ruined her.

“It just doesn’t make sense,” Patrice said. “It’s a waste. She was a good girl. Someone could have had her. Now, she’s just disgusting. Why would you ruin a girl for no good reason?”

“We have our reasons. There are things you’ve got to know,” Fat Boy continued. “Serge needs to know he can trust you. He needs to know he can rely on you to get the job done.
Any
job. The MC is going to be asking you to do some very difficult things once you become fully patched and Serge needs to know that you’re man enough to do them. He needs to know you’re not soft.”

“Of course I’m man enough,” Patrice said.

“Are you?” Fat Boy said, looking Patrice up and down.

Fat Boy seemed to be assessing Patrice, weighing him up.

“Yes. I’d do anything for the MC. Serge knows that.”

“Well that’s a good thing,” Fat Boy said, because Serge is on his way here right now.

“What?” Patrice said.

He looked shocked, frightened even. He wasn’t used to dealing directly with the VP of the chapter and Serge had a tough reputation, even among members of his own club. He looked at Rose then and she knew it was the end of everything she’d been hoping to create with Patrice.

He’d been her one ray of hope, her one chance at making something bearable of her new life here under the DRMC, and she could see it all slipping away before her eyes. She squirmed under Patrice’s gaze. She felt ashamed, humiliated. She was horrible. She was worthless. What would he see when he looked at her now? He wouldn’t see the girl she’d been. He’d see the girl she was now. He’d see what she’d become. She’d become a filthy, disgusting, worthless animal.

XVI

W
HEN ROSE HEARD SERGE’S MOTORCYCLE
pull up outside the motel she knew she was in trouble. Everything that had happened to her since being captured by the DRMC had been leading up to this point and it was going to be her hardest test yet.

Patrice and Fat Boy were standing in the room looking down at her and they both seemed a little more nervous than they had before. She hated that they were looking at her. She felt so ashamed. All she wanted was for someone to cover her up with a blanket. Even being dead would have been better than this, she thought. She knew she shouldn’t let herself think like that but it was how she felt. She could smell the stench of her urine on the sheets around her. She could look down at her naked body and see how exposed she was. She wanted to disappear. She wanted to die.

When Serge entered the room Rose almost felt as if the other men bowed a little to him. They had their heads down and they were looking at the ground. They gave him such respect and she knew it was out of nothing more than fear.

“What’s going on?” Serge said when he came in.

He was smoking a cigar and he flicked the ash onto the floor. Fat Boy spoke up.

“I was just telling Patrice the deal.”

“Good,” Serge said, looking at Patrice. “You ready to become a man, boy.”

Patrice looked at him. Then he looked at Rose. She begged him with her eyes not to do whatever it was that Serge was going to make him do. She begged him to have mercy on her. At least that was the message she tried to express to him in her look.

“Yes,” Patrice said, holding her gaze.

“It’s no small thing,” Serge continued, “becoming a fully patched member of the Dark Rebel Motorcycle Club.”

“Really? A fully patched member?”

“That’s what I said,” Serge said. “Are you sure you’ve got what it takes?”

“I’m sure,” Patrice said.

“Good,” Serge said.

He walked slowly over to the bed and looked down at Rose.

“What happened here?”

Fat Boy cleared his throat.

“I think she had an accident,” he said.

“You mean you made her piss herself.”

Fat Boy didn’t say anything to that but he nodded his head.

“You’re a mean bastard, Fat Boy.”

“Yes, sir.”

Serge was shaking his head but he was smiling.

“Look at her,” he said to Patrice. “She’s pissed herself.”

Patrice looked into her eyes. Again she tried to plead with him but she was too afraid to speak. She said nothing. She just looked into his eyes with a mixture of terror and desperation.

“She’s disgusting,” Serge said. “Isn’t she?”

Patrice was still looking at her. Rose was begging him with her eyes not to give in, not to do whatever it was they were going to ask him to do. It wasn’t too late. He could still fight this. Men like Serge Gauthier didn’t have to rule the world. If good men stood up to them, the world could be a better place.

“Isn’t she?” Serge said again.

Patrice looked up at him and Rose saw something in his eyes. It was a hint of resistance, like he was going to fight back. She thought that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t going to let Serge dictate everything. Maybe it wasn’t too late for her. Maybe she could still fight this. Maybe Patrice was able to see past everything that Fat Boy had done to her, everything that this place had done to her. It wasn’t her fault she was covered in piss. Maybe Patrice was willing to fight for her.

But then Patrice spoke.

“She is,” he said. “She’s disgusting.”

“That’s my boy,” Serge said with a big grin spreading on his face. “Maybe you’re ready for your patch, after all.”

“I’m ready,” Patrice said. “I’m ready for anything.”

“Are you ready to do whatever the club needs from you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you ready to become a man?”

“Yes, sir,” Patrice said louder.

“Are you ready to get your patch tonight?”

Patrice looked up at him. “You mean it?”

“If you say you’re ready,” Serge said, “then I mean it. There’s just one thing I need you to do to prove yourself.”

Patrice was already nodding. “Anything,” he said.

“I need you to fuck her.”

XVII

W
HEN ROSE HEARD THOSE WORDS
she knew that it was already over. There was no point even trying to resist this or hope that it could turn out any differently. Patrice wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t going to take on the might of the DRMC in order to protect her. He was just a prospect for the club and the only thing he was worried about was getting his patch.

Patrice looked conflicted, like he was having a hard time with what Serge was telling him to do.

“You made me fall for her just so that you could use her to test me, didn’t you?” Patrice said.

“Every member’s got to go through a test,” Serge said. “You can’t ride with the DRMC until we know you’re committed.”

“But isn’t there some other way I could show you?”

Serge looked at Fat Boy. “Jesus Christ,” he said. “Look at this kid.”

“I was just saying,” Patrice went on.

“Just saying shit,” Fat Boy said. “You don’t know how lucky you are, kid. You should see what Serge has made some prospects do. It’s a lot worse than fucking a fine piece of ass like this.”

Patrice looked at Rose again and then looked away. He didn’t want to do it. She could tell. But she knew enough to know that that wouldn’t be enough to save her. Not now. This was the way the DRMC worked. It made its members go against their instincts, it broke them down until they were nothing more than soldiers, unable to think or act for themselves. It turned them into mindless warriors who would do anything for the club. They would kill for the club and they would die for the club. And this was the way such mindless, senseless loyalty was born.

“Take your cock out right now and put it inside this bitch.”

Patrice was still hesitating. He looked from Fat Boy to Serge to Rose. She couldn’t look at him anymore. Things were no longer the same. Everything they’d had together, even if it was just the beginning of something more meaningful, was gone. It had all been destroyed. Fat Boy and Serge had made sure of that. They’d covered her in piss and left her lying there. There was no way a man could look at her the same way as before.

“Look,” Serge said to Patrice. “You’re a good fighter, a good soldier. I know you’ll be a good Dark Rebel. I just need to know you’re not soft. Some of the guys have said you’re soft, too sympathetic, and I need to be sure you’ve got the balls for an MC like ours.”

Patrice nodded. He looked down at his waist and began opening the belt on his jeans. He pulled down his pants and underwear and revealed to Rose for the first time, the perfectly formed loins of his body. Under other circumstances she would have been glad to see that body but not today. Today she would rather have seen anything else in the world.

Patrice sighed as he got up onto the bed. He had his shoes on, his pants around his ankles. He was getting her urine on his knees as he leaned onto the wet mattress.

“That’s it,” Serge said. “You know what to do.”

“Oh yeah,” Fat Boy said. “Give it to her nice and hard, boy.”

Patrice spat on his hand and began rubbing the saliva on his cock. It was still soft and flaccid but it began to harden as he rubbed it. She could tell he didn’t want to do this, but she knew that after he’d done it he’d be another man. He’d be a monster like the rest of the DRMC. They forced their prospects to commit brutal acts so that they would become brutal soldiers.

“Make her wet, too,” Serge said.