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Chapter thirty-one

Nadia

M y head throbs and my ears have been ringing insistently, even before Clark started slamming me back against the bars, and well after. Everything hurts, if I am to be honest, and nothing feels right anymore. Like pieces of me have been relocated to different places on my body, even if it is physically impossible to do without cutting them away from me.

The longer I sit here, without seeing the emergency response team, the more I come to terms with the idea of never leaving Darkwater.

It’s hard to explain but I feel like my whole body is fluttering, like butterflies or wasps are perched all over my skin, buzzing around. Some spaces, it almost feels like they’re under my flesh, and if I were to close my eyes, they might lift me from the cold hard stone below me.

They say your intuition is never wrong and when a handful of AB men walked down the hall of solitary, I knew everything I needed to know. I just can’t fight back anymore, not after the beatings I have endured nor the way my head feels like I am ten miles under the sea.

“She looks like shit.,” one of them says.

“That’s fine, we don’t need much.” Another.

“You’re right, a hole is a hole,” the first one replies.

“Now, you know I get mine first, the rest of you hang back.”

Nate? I think that was Nate.

I should have realized that this was going to be personal for him. He’s tried to get Kace at every turn, only to be met with denial, and I’ve even retaliated more than once. Piece of shit found an opportunity and he’s going to take it out on me. The fact I am a sacrifice for Kace is neither here nor there.

“Who said you get to go first?” A different voice, a bit higher pitched—maybe a younger guy.

Is this an initiation for them? This is the AB’s MO but ho checks are for inmate beatdowns, not staff. Fucking hell, it doesn’t matter. Why am I thinking this over? Prison etiquette went out the window when I hit the damn alarm. It’s my fault I am here; it’s my fault a lot of my co-workers are dead.

Tilting my head back, a pain radiates through my skull when it touches the bars. I can feel the blood trickling down the back of my neck from the blunt force trauma. If I make it out of this, I am going to need one hell of a hospital stay—which is terrifying knowing that I am returning to daily life without anyone.

A sharp inhale burns my throat at that understanding.

Leaving this prison and never coming back, never seeing Kace again. My friends will never comprehend what I have gone through here, what I did to survive in this place. My mother left when I was little, I cut ties with my dad—which he deserves.

I’m alone… just like I wanted.

“Kyle, finish taking her clothes off, I don’t want that shitty officer uniform touching me when I take her cunt.”

“Take them off yourself, I’m not your bitch,” Kyle replies.

“Do you want to end up chained next to her getting your ass blown out? Strip her!” Nate snaps.

I feel my body jolt when he starts to rip the remaining fabric away from me. Earlier, after knocking me out in the lecture room, they pulled my tactical vest off, disarming me, not that we are well armed to begin with. They even took my boots off, anything to dehumanize me I suppose, not that they give a damn about animals either.

With my arms cuffed to the bars, they’re not as spread out wide like Kace had me that day, giving me some room to move a little. So, when he bends over, beginning to drag my pants down my legs, I rocketed a knee up and clock him in the face.

Kyle howls in pain, stumbling back away from me holding his nose, blood welling at the ends of his nostrils. Serves him right, even if I can only be a nuisance while they have their way with me, I’m going to do just that. My mouth, I’m biting. My hands, I’m digging my nails into their flesh. I’m going to kick and fight until they put me out of my misery.

“She’s a fighter, I love it.” Nate groans pleasurably.

I think I hear a stupid smile on his face.

I can feel the weight of their eyes on me, even if the remaining men stand just out of focus. All I can really make out is shapes, shadows, and sounds. Someone comes up to my left, hands darting out where they grip what remained of my shirt and rip it away from me. Whoever it is, he snags the band of my bra and wrench it up my body, pinning my arms to the side of my head with the strong elastic. Part of the fabric covering my mouth and chin; leaving my tits bared to their hungry gazes.

“Well, would you look at that, princess is pierced. I knew you liked shit rough, Nadia,” Nate huffs, chuckling to the other men.

They are taking forever, but as much as I want this shit to be over, the longer they take, the sooner I will be found alive.

Please fucking hurry.

“Paul, Vance, turn her around. Ass out, face against the bars.” Nate again, he’s a bossy prick.

One pair of hands grabs my ankles and pulls me, dragging me out of the sitting position I was in, then tosses me over onto my stomach. I screech when the handcuffs bite my wrists from how I now hang from them, struggling to my knees to relieve the pain on the devastated flesh.

The filth of the floor feels like a mix of sludge under me, gritty and slick at the same time. Probably someone else’s body fluids since this is where they like to leave inmates for days on end without the simple commodity of a toilet.

Oh Jesus, stop thinking Nadia.

My arms twist, keeping me close to the bars. Taking the chance, I lean forward and kick back at whoever is the closest. I don’t care if I hit them or not, as long as they stay away. Before my knee can land back on the floor, more hands grab my hips and jerk them up, landing a harsh smack down on my right cheek. The cold metal of a shank glides across the right globe of my ass until it splits the skin and I cry out.

“Look, Lucien, she bleeds.”

Lucien?? Lucien is here!?

I turn my head, desperately trying to locate him, but to no avail; if he is here, he is quiet in his observation. A part of me hates him for that. To him, I probably deserve this and everything that comes along with being assaulted by these pathetic fucks.

Whoever sits behind me now keeps swiping the shiv over my ass, slicing into the skin over and over. The hot and sticky blood trails down the back of my thighs in rivulets, pooling at the ditch of my knees before welling over the side and spilling on the floor—my skin on fire.

“Warm her up for me, Vance.”

“With pleasure.”

His mouth is on me in an instant. His lips sucking my labia into his mouth, allowing the tender flesh to scrape through his jagged teeth. The slick feel of his tongue swiping through me, over my clit first, then shoving into my cunt. Repeating the motion once, twice, three times until he wells saliva in his mouth and spits it against me. The thick, hot mass gliding down between my ass cheeks until it rolls through my lips.

Something hard and cold slides between them then, so hard there was no way it is human. It pushes into me without ease, sliding all the way in despite how dry I am.

“Look at her hungry cunt taking that whole shiv.” I think it’s Paul talking now?

WAIT… WHAT THE FUCK DID HE SAY!?

“Fuck yeah, watch this though. I learned this on the last bitch.”

He yanks it out without warning and I scream, legs shaking, my balance teetering before he forces it back inside of me again. Repeating the motion and tilting the sharpened end toward my ass, forcing the hard handle against my sweet spot. There is no amount of ‘warming me up’ that’s going to make my pussy wet for them.

I can hear them shifting around, making snide comments, but I chose to tune it out now; anything to make this move faster. When I feel someone’s shoulders against the back of my thighs, I nearly slam them around his head so I can squeeze until I crack his goddamn skull. Then there was another tongue, flicking over my clit.

“I’m going to kill every one of you when I get out of here!” I yell, shaking out of pure anger.

If… if I make it out.

His hot mouth scraps over my soft nerves with a slight pop, only for him to turn and bite down on the insides of my thighs. A pain I find myself trying to shy away from—the insides of my thighs are so sensitive, that being bitten there was nearly as painful as what I would imagine being stabbed feels like.

I squeal, and my whole body starts to tremble when he bites down again. Tears line my eyes from the pain and invasion.

They keep at me, rocking the shank and ripping it out, then pushing it back inside. Tongue over my clit, bite, suck, fingers taking the place of the hard plastic. Hands slapping over the cuts on both of my ass cheeks. I can hear the audible sound of their hands colliding with the blood that coats my skin.

“You need to do better than that, Vance. Pretty sure Kace has a small dick, stretch her for me.”

“You’ll never amount to half the man Kace was.”

Is… Kace is. I refuse anything else.

Another slice, up the back of both legs this time, parallel to my femur.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch.”

“That all you got?” I choke out. “Calling me a bitch? Big bad Aryan Brotherhood, and the only insult you have is bitch?”

Yeah, that’s smart Nadia, goad them some more. They’re going to bleed you dry if you keep on.

With another bit of spit, he runs two fingers through me again and pushes them inward. I huff and try to pull my hips away while Paul keeps me in place. After fingering me for a few pumps he introduces another, then a fourth, all the way up to his knuckles until he felt resistance.

“Let me in, slut, or I’ll cut you open.”

I can’t make my body do shit; I can’t tell my assaulted twat to open on command like it is a door for them to dance through. Bodies don’t work like that, but I don’t expect these pathetic fucks to know anything about a woman’s anatomy.

“Go die,” I mutter, and that’s when he retaliates by pushing his hand all the way in me, despite friction, resistance, and anything else of the sort.

Doing my best not to give them anything, I no longer could hold it in, my lower jaw dropped open and I shriek until my breath runs empty. The pain throbbing in me from my skin stretching to its maximum is enough to make my half-blind vision go white. My voice echoing throughout the hollowed out solitary hallway.

“Look at that, my own personal sock puppet.”

“Knock it off, you’re cutting into my time,” Nate voices, unimpressed.

Vance’s hand thrusts through my tight skin before he jerks out of me completely, then back in he went. Twisting and turning his fist inside of me, as if searching for the ever-illusive wetness they tried to demand from my body.

No longer able to stop the emotions, I burst into tears. The searing droplets escaping my eyes, landing in fat splatters on the floor beneath me. More and more of them raced down my face, I shudder and sob as they keep taking from me. I—I can’t do this. I’m not strong enough to survive. I know there are girls out there who have suffered much worse, but at this moment, I just want to be dead.

I want the world to open up, the floor of solitary to crack open, and the devil himself to reach up from the pits of hell and drag me into the depths.

Please… I—I want Kace.

“Alright, princess, it’s time for me to take what is owed. Now you be a good slut, and be still.”

I can’t think, I can’t speak, I don’t even know if I have the means to breathe at this point, yet when he lines his cock up and thrust into me, my heart shatters.

“I love you, Nadia,” Kace whispers in my ear as we stared up at the sky. It is beautiful. I don’t ever spend time looking above us. It always makes me feel small and insignificant, and while humans are just that, Kace gave me the power to feel more, to feel like I am worth something, even if all he can give me is his love.

I smiled at his admission, turning to look back at him over my shoulder, seeing him gazing back down at me. His bright blue eyes are lost in me while I fill the very small space of his pupils.

He loves me. Me. Nadia Rayle Pierce. A haunted girl with a sad past and a dark future. The woman who spent years humiliating him, stealing from him, and overall, tried to ruin his life.

Somewhere, somehow, he found the capacity to love me which is more than anyone could say. He is so comfortable in who he is, knowing he has the ability to love someone who has done so much to spite him and that, I am not worthy of.

I don’t deserve anything from him other than hatred, yet how he is looking at me right this second, my heart can’t do anything but stutter and want to reach through our chests and beat right next to his.

“I don’t expect you to say it back, I hope one day you can though. I have so much planned for you, beautiful girl. We may have limitations on what we can do, but I’m going to tie you to me in whatever way the prison allows… even if they don’t allow the other methods.”

Twisting in his arms, I press my hands to his chest and slide them over his shoulders, needing to feel him against me; even out in the open, I want him. I never want to hide what I have for, and with, Kace because he owns every part of me. Even the parts I can’t quite see yet.

“Yeah, what are you going to do to tie yourself to me?” I ask teasingly. Grazing my lips along his Adam’s apple, followed by my teeth. His cock hardens against my stomach in response. I absolutely adore how eager he is for me; how simple his mind works.

“First off, I’m going to carve my name into your heart. You’re going to take my last and pair it with yours. Then, after however many times it takes, I’m going to put a kid in you. Breed that delicious pussy.”

“You’re so fucking romantic.”

His laugh has me smiling so damn hard it makes my cheeks hurt.

“I can’t help it. There is no right or wrong way to want you, so I’ll take you anyway I can.”

“What I want is to find a way for you to get released, even if that requires bribing the wrong people. I want you to come home with me, to share my bed, to eat the shitty food I make, and to fall asleep with me on the patio when it storms. I want to wake up to you every morning, watch the stars in your eyes every night, and feel you curl around me when your heart calls to mine.”

“It’s a plan, baby girl. If that’s what you want, then that’s what you will get.

“Fuck, you like that, slut?”

Huh?

Oh, I forgot I was here. I can’t feel much anymore. After the shank, the fingering, and what’s his name shoving his fist inside of me, everything’s so raw and so numb, it feels dead. All that I can sense is his hips slamming into my ass because it rocks my entire body. My face is pinned against the bars, the lewd sounds of his skin slapping against me is enough to make me vomit, so when I did just that, Nate hisses in distaste. His hand lacing in my ratted hair before he slams me against the metal again.

The bliss that soars through me then is not something I thought I would ever experience. I feel warmth, I see light, and the sounds all fade away.

Wonderful unconsciousness dragging me under.

Lucien

If I hear anymore, I’m going to lose my composure, I’ve had enough of them doing what they were doing. Pushing away from the corner I was hiding in; I stand at Nate’s back when he crashes Nadia’s head against the poles—knocking her unconscious. He continued to brutally fuck her, pulling himself from her snatch and forcing his way into her ass. With her unconscious, she won’t feel it now, but later on, she will. The blood that was once pouring down her lower body, courtesy of Paul and Vance, now is dry and sticky to the touch.

The deal was, she had to be awake for everything she was supposed to endure, and since Nathan knocked her out, I am no longer bound by a deal and can let my demons out to play.

Approaching Nathan in a rush, I swipe the shank from Paul and fisted it, unbothered by Nadia’s fluids coating the handle. All that matters is the desperate gurgling sounds Nate chokes through after one arm wraps around his head, gripping his forehead, and the other stabs him in the throat.

Stab.

Stab.

Stab.

Stab, stab, stab.

And several more, until my arms start to burn.

One thrust right after another, until his neck spews blood like a faucet, coating the back of Nadia while she lays there unaware of the murder taking place above her battered body.

Nathan falls back from her in a few large steps, his unimpressive cock deflating from the lack of blood, before he drops to the floor. Closing the distance once more, I crouch over him, looking down into his dilated eyes and grin. His chest caves with every attempt to breathe, but it won’t be long now.

The last soul I need.

Reaching out, I coast both hands through his blood then lift them to smear over my face. The two goons standing off to the side retching at the sight. I did it again, and again, and again, until every inch of me was covered in his crimson, and my hair now saturated with the metallic fluid.

This is what he is good for, bathing in the purest form of sacrifice.

“Clear!”

“Clear!!”

“CLEAR!”

Here comes the calvary.

CERT officers burst through the door right as I am standing up. One raising his gun and fires off two rounds, clipping Paul and Vance between the eyes. Both of their heads are thrown back before their bodies could hit the floor.

Me, however; I just simply raise my hands—getting caught red handed has nothing on the view before them.

I love irony.

“On the fucking floor!” the one in front shouts at me, to which I comply without question. Dropping down, I go so far as to lay stomach first in the growing pool of Nathan's blood. It is going to be a long time before I make it back down here, or get to feel this again, so what is one last hoorah?

With my hands behind my back, a second officer approaches and quickly restrains them, then moves on to place a pair of cuffs around my ankles, an elongated chain connecting them together. I lay there silently as they check each of the still full solitary cells before returning to the gruesome scene before them.

“The fuck happened here, inmate?”

All I can muster is a laugh that started at the deepest depths of my stomach and crawled up until the darkest part of me bared itself to the world.