I was brought back to the basement, as I believe it should be called, and the red boots, what I have chosen to call her guards- Kitty's guards, had instructed me to take off my overalls and take a shower. Once again, it wasn't a peaceful shower and it was starting to piss me off that they would beat me up for no reason, it seemed they took pleasure in it. When I was done with the shower, they handed me a neatly folded black overall similar to the one I had been wearing before, since the day I got here.
Today, the basement had been different. A few days ago when I had been brought here it was an open floor, with only the shower but now, besides the shower was a square brown table and two chairs, across from each other. After getting dressed they had forced me to sit and wait, their eyes on me and I simply put my hands behind my back as I closed my eyes, meditating and wondering where the hell my brother was.
I only opened them when I heard a chair moving across the floor as I met the brown eyes and dark face which belonged to Kitty, as I have been taught to call her.
She wore full black again and her red thigh high heeled boots seemed brighter than the other day. Her shoes contrasted with the dark room as she sat down across from me and put her hands on the table, her eyes meeting mine and I leaned forward, moving my hands from behind the back of my head, but one of the red boots slapped his baton on the table, stopping me.
I glared up at him, holding eye contact as my jaw ticked, they were starting to get on my nerves.
"Think of me as your confidant, someone you can trust, someone you can tell your secrets to," she began, and my eyes broke away from that specific guard as I looked at her again.
She is beautiful.
"This place," she began as she pointed her hands around, but I knew she meant the building we were in, "this place can make you lose your mind and feel alone," her voice caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand, "and I'm here to help you and be there for you."
"I'm sorry, was that supposed to make me feel comfortable?" I asked her, even though my voice was levelled, the words were harsh.
"How are you finding it here?" She asked me, ignoring my comment.
I kept quiet, not willing to waste my breath, I didn't know what I was doing here and quite frankly, I preferred Mason's talkativeness.
She didn't seem to expect an answer and therefore just moved on as though I wasn't ignoring her, "I know you don't trust me," she began, "but it'll help to talk, about anything, really."
I kept quiet, pursing my lips as I expected the guards to hit me for not listening to her but they made no movement.
She too fell silent after that, just watching me, watching her. If I hadn't been so skilled I would have thought she were a statue because she seemed so perfectly still, so perfectly relaxed yet stiff, her posture perfect, sitting and looking like a lady. She looked like she was conducting an interview, or she were the boss, which maybe she was.
Her breaths were laboured, her eyes giving nothing away and so I concentrated on her features instead. I couldn't get over her beauty, her skin seemed to be gold, raw gold, and the sun hit it perfectly every time.
I understood why Mason talked about her as much as he did, and even more than once had pleasured himself, rather very loudly if you ask me, grunting out her name and then talking to me about how he can't believe that he's been surviving on his hand for the past year. He would then be embarrassed that I had heard his entire session, defend himself and talk about how many women he used to bed a week.
It made me grimace, did he not know of diseases? STDs, HIV? All that shit was real, and it unnerved me that it seemed nowadays men gave a way to that. They could infect some naïve girl out there, yes they're not all innocent, but to destroy someone's life by giving them some sickness, to me always stopped me from doing what most guys do. Of course, certain girls do carry these diseases as well, but I have always blamed men for its development. To me, a man is the one who passes on that... curse to the woman.
I kept to my thoughts, and she sat across from me, eventually just tapping her fingers on the table as she waited until it was time for me to leave, my hour was up with her and it couldn't have come at a better time.
I was no fool, I knew that the minute I told her anything, Carter would know about it before the sun set.
Mason watched me as I entered the room, taking off the mask and walked to my bed.
"Do you trust her?" I asked him.
"Kitty? No," he replied, "but I get very lonely," he admitted, sounding sad and I looked at him, seeing that indeed he wore a sad expression, "I know she tells Carter everything but, it feels good to be able to talk to someone and them respond to you. I mean, I'm not saying I don't enjoy talking to you," he said quickly, "I'm just saying that you're not really the talkative type so I get really bored."
"Who else gets these showers?" I asked him as I got off my bed, tired of the thin mattress and instead slid down to the cold floor, the room feeling hot compared to the basement which had fans and windows.
"Only us," he responded as he joined me on the floor and I glanced at him, not bothering to say anything to him.
I was low on patience and needed to get out of here, I needed to get out of this place and I know it's only been less than a week of being here but it felt like an eternity. I have never been caught before, and I definitely did not think it would ever happen. I had the best security, the best guards, hell I didn't even need them, I knew how to fight, but somehow I ended up in a room with a talkative buff man who masturbated a bit too often.
I had confidence in Axwell finding me, I just didn't have confidence that it would be soon. He was always my saviour especially when I needed him, even though he left this business, he was there for me when things got bad.
I could hear Mason talking, and when I came out of my thoughts I could hear he was singing, quite terribly, but singing a song under his breath, his eyes looking at the ceiling, looking lost and out of this place.
He had moments like these, I'd say twice a day, in the morning and later on in the day as he sang and looked up at the ceiling. It was the only peace and quiet I got with him.
I wondered why he did this but didn't ask because I felt it was not my place, also, I was kind of nervous he might not be mentally stable and this was him coping with his mental state.
I closed my eyes again, listening to his voice and then blocking it out as I gave myself a moment of silence.
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Kitty. I couldn't get her face out of my mind, it's almost like God was punishing me with her beauty. Her name too, Kitty, it wasn't fitting. Kitty was too innocent, Kitty was too sweet. It was a name meant for someone or something delicate and a kitten.
"Two weeks? Did it have to take you so long, Axwell?" I asked with a smirk as I sat up on my bed and I was met with my brother Axwell, leaning against the door and he smiled back at me."I'm here right now, am I not?" He asked me, his British accent was thick and I could barely hear the words that came out of his mouth.I stood up from the bed, unable to stop myself as I walked to him and he embraced me in a long hug. He was my father, he was my mother, my brother and my best friend, all in one person."Here is your suit," my brother said to me when I finally pulled back from the hug between us and I took the bag he handed me in my hands as I walked back to my bed and placed it on there as I began to strip.He had brought everything I needed; underwear, a shirt, my suit, socks and my shoes."You have scars," he said, "why is your body so beat
"Can I ask you a question, Mason?" I began when I finally began to see him stir from the deep slumber he was in.He jumped up when I spoke, clearly not expecting to see me standing beside his bed, dressed in a suit with a half lit joint in between my lips. He furrowed his eyebrows, and his red eyes were confused as he nodded his head slowly."What's that song you're always humming?" I asked him, my curiosity getting the better of me.He always hummed a certain tune, and sang terribly when he did. It irritated me but whenever he did this, he seemed so immersed in what he was doing that I revelled in the silence of him not speaking to me. I noticed that he did that whenever I ignored him or whenever he'd just gotten back from his showers where he seemed most vulnerable.I didn't know if it was his coping mechanism or what, but now,
"You know, Kitty, I could give you so much more than what Carter or any other person can," I began as I could feel a smirk growing on my face as I looked at Kitty who sat across from me. Stoic and straight faced as always, her eyes watching me, "I'm not saying leave the poor guy, but...yeah, dump his ass."I grunted when the guard whipped me with a baton on the back of my head and my head banged on the table and I started seeing stars so I just shut my eyes as I began to feel myself getting weaker from that hit.I shut my eyes tightly and let out groans at the pain of that hit, "you know," I began through loud breaths, "I'm going to get out of this place and when I do, I'm going to get every single one of you, and kill you," I said and I felt a hand on my neck as they forced me to look up at Kitty and my head bobbed uncontrollably. I felt like I couldn't control my neck.So the guard kept
"You need to tell me more about you," I began, "we had an agreement, Kitty, and you're not sticking to it."She blinked as she looked at me with a hard exterior, "what do you want to know, Prisoner VII?"I know she didn't have much of a good life and I wanted to ask about it but I also know that she won't tell me, so I'll just ask about other things that can somehow get her to open up a bit more. I was still waiting for Axwell to give me the information on her but I don't know if I can stay in here any longer, honestly.Carter was making my life a living hell and he wasn't lying when he said he was going to scar me. The man was here every morning, he and his two personal guards would come into the room, pour a bucket of ice cold water over me and then when I jumped up from my sleep with a shocking start, they'd grab me and just beat me with batons until
WARNING: THIS BOOK WILL ADDRESS ISSUES OF RAPE, DRUGS, ABUSE AND MURDER."What was it that you said, again?" I asked Carter as I stood before him and he looked at me with nothing but fear and terror in his eyes, "oh yes that I was going to pay, that you were going to scar me so badly, I'd never be the same," I paused and then nodded as I unbuttoned my shirt and then let it fall to the floor.Walking away from him so he could see how badly he scarred me, all over my back, all I had were the lash markings from all those times he came into my cell with his two guards and they would whip me for no reason, laughing and making lewd jokes while they done so.Now it was time for them to pay.When I had picked up my phone and called Axwell he was there in an hour. We released every single one of the prisoner's by overriding the system and opening every single cell door and gate
I watched as she walked into her apartment and immediately tossed aside the wig of long flawless curly black hair to reveal short curly hair which made her look so much younger and innocent. I watched as she took off those red thigh high heeled boots and I held my breath, watching her intensely as she started to remove every article of clothing until she was left in her underwear.She had the perfect toned body. Legs that seemed like she never missed leg day, they looked good enough to bite into and taste. Her flat stomach with the outlines of abs, had me inching closer to get a closer look. She was absolutely perfect. Everything from the nutmeg skin tone that glowed to her pretty toes was picture perfect.I smiled at the sight and watched as she began to dance a bit and then moved to the kitchen to pull out a beer bottle and she chugged it down. Leaning lazily against the fridge as she mo
I entered the basement with a smile on my face and a prep in my step as I whistled, looking at my three men. Carter looked like he was dying from the blood loss, and the other two of his guards were lying in their own pile of shit and piss.The room had a strong pungent smell and I made a disgusted face as I put on my mask, to not breathe in the disgusting smell of sweat, shit, piss and blood. Though I loved the smell of blood, I hated the smell of piss and shit.I walked over to the whip, and looked at the two guards, "I'm in a good mood today," I announced as I whipped the air and heard the loud sound of the whip slicing through the air, "you want to know why?" I asked the guards but all they did was scream weakly and beg for mercy some more but I rolled my eyes and sighed.I heard the sound of the basement door open and I turned around to see my brother standing there, wearing a dress p