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Story: Our Little Dove (Hush #2)
O nce I know that both Kieran and Fintan are out cold, I wander around to the entrance of the club, pacing up and down until someone comes out.
Finally!
Three football-player-looking guys come through the large doors, and I plaster on my best concerned face.
“Hey, can you guys please help me?” I ask in a sweet voice, fluttering my lashes.
“What do you need help with cutie?” the one in the bright green baseball cap says with a slur. I try not to wretch at the nickname.
Asshole.
“Please, my roommate and his friend got super wasted inside and passed out while waiting for me to pick them up. Could you help me get them to my car?”
The three men hesitate for a beat, so I give them a flirty smile. “Please, I’ll give you my number if you help me,” I purr.
With that, they agree and follow me to the alley. Predictable.
“Why don’t you pull your car up, cutie, and we’ll take it from there.”
I flash them another smile and sprint toward my car, making sure all my tech and questionable goodies are in the trunk before pulling the car out of the lot and driving it to the curb right outside the club.
They help me get my prey safely inside the car and strapped in with seat belts. “Thank you, guys, so much!” I say as I get back into the driver’s seat.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” the tallest one slurs with a hungry smirk as he leans close to my window with his hand on the roof of my car.
“Oh, right!” I let out a fake giggle. “Give me your phone.”
He hands me his cell and I grimace; it is sticky with alcohol. He must have spilled something near it. It smells like bubblegum.
I quickly type in a number and save it under a fake name. As I hand the sticky device back to him, he flashes me a curious look and calls the number I entered, waiting for a ring but clearly expecting it to be a fake number.
A loud ringtone blasts in the car, and he smirks in satisfaction, letting go of the car and stepping back with his friends.
“Have yourself a great night, Heather .”
I wave them off and speed out of there, my heart pounding in my chest. I giggle as I take Kieran’s phone from my pocket and block the tall guy’s number.
As the clock strikes midnight, I pull the car into my driveway, the engine cutting off with a final sputter. My heart races with anticipation and anxiety as I glance into the rearview mirror, where Kieran and Fintan sit unconscious in the backseat. Their muscular bodies slumped against each other.
With a shaky breath, I unbuckle my seatbelt and step out of the car, the cold night air biting at my skin.
Kieran and Fintan seem larger than life in the darkness, their forms imposing and intimidating even in their unconscious state.
With no one else around to help, I know getting them inside will be no easy task. With a sense of grim determination, I approach the backseat and reach out to unbuckle Kieran’s seatbelt.
Thankfully, he remains unresponsive, lost in the depths of his unconsciousness as I start trying to pull him from the seat.
Fuck! This would’ve been so much easier if I didn’t want to do this by myself. He weighs a fucking ton!
Gritting my teeth, I reach into the car and wrap my arms around Kieran’s shoulders, straining against his weight as I attempt to drag him out of the car.
Every muscle in my body screams in protest as I fight against the sheer bulk of his body. But I refuse to give up, pushing through the exhaustion with a single-minded determination.
With a final burst of effort, I manage to maneuver Kieran onto the pavement with a loud thud. Breathing heavily, I turn my attention to Fintan, repeating the same process.
It feels like an eternity, but eventually, I stand before my house, the two men lying unconscious at my feet. With a sense of satisfaction, I gather my strength and hoist them up, one by one, determined to pull them inside.
Every step feels like a struggle against the weight of the world. But as I finally make my way through the front door and into the safety of my house, I know that it’s worth it.
With Kieran and Fintan safely inside, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief even as exhaustion threatens to consume me.
I collapse onto the floor, my muscles aching, and I sigh loudly, knowing that this is only the beginning. It won’t be long before they wake up and I need to get them to the basement before they do.
With each labored breath, I muster the last remnants of my strength, knowing I can’t afford to rest yet. The basement beckons like a sanctuary.
Grasping Kieran’s arm firmly, I start the slow and arduous journey down the hallway toward the basement door. His weight pulls at me, dragging me down with each step, but I grit my teeth and press on, fueled by my need for revenge.
The dim light flickers above, casting eerie shadows that dance along the walls as we move.
Finally, we reach the basement door, and with a grunt of effort, I push it open, revealing the dark expanse below. The stairs seem to stretch on forever, a daunting obstacle in my path.
But I refuse to be deterred. With a deep breath, I gather my resolve and begin the descent.
The concrete floor of the basement looms below, a welcome sight after the long journey from the car. With a final burst of effort, I maneuver him onto the floor.
Rushing back upstairs to do it all over again with Fintan, happy that he is not as tall and heavy as his counterpart.
After some time, I finally have their bodies slumping against each other in a heap on the cold concrete basement floor.
Exhaustion washes over me in waves as I collapse onto the floor beside them for a second time, the adrenaline of the night finally starting to ebb away.
With the last of my energy dwindling, I methodically set the scene, arranging every detail with meticulous care. With a steady hand, I inject them both with a tranquilizer, a calculated maneuver to ensure a few precious hours of uninterrupted rest for myself.
I head upstairs and lock the door behind me with a sigh of relief, I make my way to the bathroom, eager to enjoy the pleasure of a hot shower and a moment’s respite.
The steam envelops me as I step beneath the cascading water, washing away the weariness that clings to my skin.
Each droplet is a gentle caress, easing the tension in my muscles and soothing my frazzled nerves.
Finally, I hop into bed and get some much-needed shut-eye before the real fun begins.
A few hours later…
My head is killing me, and it feels like I got run down by a freight truck.
Ugh… What the fuck.
I blink against the pain and fog in my vision, but my eyes refuse to adjust. It’s dark and the air is stale.
Where am I?
I struggle to push myself up from the cold, hard ground. My wrists meet resistance and chains clatter as I move. I am chained to bolts in the floor.
As my eyes gradually adjust to the darkness, I realize I am in a basement that resembles the playroom in our building.
I must have been drugged. Glancing around, I notice someone slumped against the wall on the opposite side of the room but it’s too dark to tell who it could be.
Dim red lights flicker above me, casting an eerie glow across the walls adorned with sex toys and twisted decorations. Just like ours but not quite the same. The air is thick with a musty smell, like damp earth and rain. My heart pounds in my chest as panic begins to set in.
As I squint into the red-hued shadows, the figure slumped against the wall stirs. Fintan. It’s Fintan, his features barely visible in the dim light save for his white hair.
“Fintan,” I whisper urgently, my voice barely above a hoarse breath. “Fintan, are you okay?”
He groans, trying to sit up but the chains binding him clatter loudly, restricting his movements. His eyes finally find mine as we adjust to our surroundings.
“What happened?” I rasp. “How the fuck did we get here?”
I shake my head, feeling a chill run down my spine as I try to recall where I was before waking up here. We are chained in this twisted dungeon-like basement, and I have no idea how we got here or who brought us.
Fintan clears his throat and lets out an amused sigh. “Guess, brother.”
“What? If you know something, spit it out!” I growl in frustration, trying to break the chains that bind my wrists. It’s no use. They won’t budge.
“Think, Kieran, who would take us to a place that looks so much like ours? Who was the last person to see our fucking playroom?”
I stop struggling in my bonds as I tear apart his words in my mind, trying to make sense of it.
“Alex?” I finally say.
“Ding, ding, ding! I came out to look for you at the club and she jumped me. You were already out cold when I got there. You don’t remember seeing her?” He asks.
“I… I remember her being there. She left soon after we got to the club, but everything after that is a blur,” I admit, my mind reeling. “She kidnapped us?”
Fintan lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Looks like our little Dove has planned this for quite some time. Perhaps she wanted her masters to make her feel good on her terms.”
My mind racing with possibilities as I survey our surroundings. The cold metal of the chains dig into my wrists, a constant reminder of our captivity.
Suddenly, a noise from above startles us both—The distinct sound of a lock clicking followed by footsteps that echo down the stairs leading into the basement.
The basement door creaks open. Her footsteps grow closer as she descends the stairs until she comes into view. My breath catches in my throat as I strain to make out the familiar silhouette.
“Come to check on us, little Dove?” Fintan spits, his tone filled with amusement and annoyance.
She steps closer, the red hues illuminating a sinister smile playing on her lips.
“Welcome to your new cage, pets,” she chimes.
“What are you doing, little Dove?” my voice coming out playful, yet lethal as I yank on the chains that bind me to the cold floor.
“What? You mean you don’t want to play, masters ?” She asks. Her sarcasm is pissing me off. Kieran’s chains scrape against the concrete as he tries to move into a more comfortable position.
I let out a dangerous chuckle. Kieran remains silent and I feel his anxiety from here. He doesn’t do well with restraints. Neither of us do. Flashes of our past flood my mind and all I see is red.
“You think you can just swap our roles? You think you can do what we do? Oh baby, you are playing with fire,” I spit, feeling rage boil within me.
She remains silent but a slow amused smirk tugs at her lips as she looks down on me. I recognize the fire in her eyes. The hatred. The pain. The unmistakable lust for revenge.
I know that look well, we’ve been wearing it like armor for years.
What set her off? Knowing that her kidnapping was real?
The texts? The video?
“Some people are born predators, and the rest are prey. You, little Dove, are our plaything. You are outnumbered. You belong to us and that won’t change.”
She laughs, the sound so sweet and yet it disgusts me. I want to sink my teeth into her throat and bleed her dry.
“Is that so? Well, pet, if you haven’t noticed, I’m not the one chained in your basement this time,” she mocks as she walks over to Kieran. “My memories might be fuzzy from that night, but I think I did a pretty great fucking job modeling this place after your sick playroom, don’t you think?”
I keep my mouth shut and watch her every move like a hawk. She grabs a handful of his dark hair and tugs until he is looking her in the eye.
Rage-filled tears linger in his eyes as he is forced to look at her, but he remains silent still. He looks like he’s about to lose himself to the anger coiling around his body. I want to help him.
“Your phone call was sweet, and for what it’s worth, I missed you too,” she purrs and leans in to flick her tongue over his lips before shoving his head to the side and starting toward the stairs.
“I was planning a reunion with you boys soon but tonight just seemed like fate. You practically did all the work for me,” she winks at me before continuing.
“I’ll be back in a few hours for our game, pets, get some more rest. You’ll need it. ”
When she’s upstairs and I hear the deadbolt lock into place, I glare at Kieran. “What fucking phone call?”
He looks at me from under his disheveled hair for long moments before finally speaking. “I must have called her when she drugged me. I don’t fucking remember.”
“Fuck!” I growl, the sound echoes off the walls as I angrily slam my back against the wall.
There’s a loud beep coming from somewhere, then her voice cuts through our silence. “Sleep tight.” I frantically look around and notice the cameras she has all around the room.
Fucking bitch!
Smoke starts to fill the air, blasting through the vents and minutes later, my vision starts to dot as I cough. She’s drugging us again.
Well played, Dove, noxious gas is a nice touch.
Quickly, everything around me is swallowed by darkness as I slump against the concrete with a thud.
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