Page 1 of Sadistic Retribution (Rise of Phoenyxx #2)

Phoenyxx

I distantly hear a voice calling out. Not wanting to be pulled out of the blissful nothingness I’m wrapped in, I whimper in my mind. The darkness cocoons me and I desperately fight to stay. The persistent voice is getting louder, though.

Despite my efforts, I feel myself gain awareness in my body. I mentally check all the aches and pains throughout me. My head is throbbing, my body cold, laying on some hard surface. I groan out loud, spurring the annoying voice even louder.

“Phoenyxx! Wake up, please wake up!” A male voice. I crack open my eyes, squinting in the harsh brightness of overhead, fluorescent lights. My eyes shift to my left, where the owner of the voice is shaking me. “Phoenyxx!”

“What... Bryan?” Thoroughly confused, I glance around at our surroundings.

Underneath me is hard, rough concrete. The walls are also concrete, and closely put-together bars are in the front, like a jail cell.

It's small, barely enough room for both of us to stretch our legs out.

We can probably stand up, just not all the way.

"What are we doing here? Where are we?” I then demand, desperation fueling me. “Where are the guys, and Valley?”

Bryan gets a pained expression. “Oh, Phoenyxx,” he chokes out, tears rolling down his face. “You don’t remember? Valley... she's... Oh God...” He stutters around his sobs. “Your guys—they...” He breaks all the way down, ugly sobs shaking his body.

“What?” Then it all hits me like a truck. Valley—dead. The Six KILLED her!

“No!” I scream, not able to stop the hysteria. “No no no.”

When I was sent to The Retreat by the Solomons, I foolishly believed my life would get better.

Getting away from their abuse was the most important thing to me at that time.

However, I met 9 people that changed everything for me.

The Six, Hunter, Valley, and Bryan. For the first time in my life, I felt love and caring.

I felt so cherished that the utter betrayal by The Six ripped me into pieces.

Hunter just up and left, and my “guys” killed my best friend. There is no healing from this.

“Please, calm down. I don’t want them coming!

” Bryan begs me. I don’t know who THEY are, and I don’t give a fuck.

I start rocking in place, pulling at my hair, ripping some out by the roots.

My mouth opens, then closes again, my voice hoarse from all the screaming I’ve done.

Shutting my eyes tight, I try to block out the sight of my surroundings.

Before Bryan can say another word, we hear footsteps approaching.

Then a jangle of keys, and the sound of the bars sliding open.

The sound of them shuffling my way has my throat going dry.

I feel them standing right in front of me.

The intruders are in my face—I can feel their breaths.

A sharp slap in my face has my eyes flying open.

“Good to see you returned, Little Bird.”

I stare up in terror at four towering men, all wearing masks that cover their entire faces. The masks themselves are terrifying. I’ve never seen anything like them outside of a TV screen. A demon, a skull, a murderous jester, and something sinister-looking with big, curled horns.

I pull away from them, but there’s nowhere to go.

“Leave her alone!” Bryan yells but is backhanded hard.

The jester cocks his head, appearing to study me. “Ready for some fun, Little Bird?”

I spit at his feet and am jerked up roughly, pushed against the back of the concrete wall.

The men paw at me, ripping my clothes off, layer by layer.

I try to cover myself, but my arms are pinned above my head.

Bryan whimpers, but stays quiet. Rough hands grab, pinch, poke, and slap my breasts and pussy.

My nipples are tweaked so hard, it brings tears to my eyes.

Demon kneels to the ground in front of me.

He cruelly shoves my legs apart. Skull grabs me by the neck, squeezing hard—but not enough for me to black out.

“Hand me that,” Demon snaps out to Jester.

I pale when I see a gun in his hand. He reaches up, cocking it, and flipping something back.

“Safety’s off, Bird.” He then thrusts it barrel-first inside me.

I scream, but it just eggs him on further.

He jams it up me as much as possible, the barrel scrapes my walls, brutally cutting me in the process.

I’m shoved forward by Horns onto my knees, pushing the barrel deeper inside of me. Skull pushes my head into the rough, concrete floor, pulling my ass up into the air.

Horns moves to stand in front of me, grabbing my hair, yanking my head back painfully.

“Open,” he commands. With hate in my eyes, I open my mouth.

He fumbles with his pants, taking out his less-than-average penis.

Pushing forward, he forces it down my throat, coming within two strokes.

“Swallow,” he commands again, and I’m forced to swallow down his putrid jizz.

He pulls out of my mouth with a sigh of contentment.

I feel the gun jerked from my pussy, and before I can gasp in relief, someone’s hard, not-so-small dick is shoved forcefully into my ass—dry.

The other three punch, hit, kick, and bite me anywhere they can reach.

The pain is so intense I can’t even make a sound.

In a weird moment, I am glad I'm used to being raped and used, though it never gets easier to deal with.

My first memory is of torture. Then when I was 10, being brutally raped for the first time.

The pain and fear I felt back then still sits with me today.

It's one of the many reasons I have anxiety and PTSD.

I close my eyes, which proves to be a mistake. The colored lights from my memory flash beneath my lids, the mocking laughter sounding in my mind.

“No!” I scream out, making the masked rapists laugh.

They just go faster and harder. This is worse than what Synn did—I can feel my ass ripping, warm blood trickling down my leg. Oh God... Synn....

“KILL ME! Kill me now! Get it over with! I want to die!” I scream myself hoarse.

“Silly Bird,” one of the ones hitting me tsks. “Why would we end your suffering?”

I crumple into a heap when they’re finally finished with me. The adrenaline burning through my veins is the only thing giving me any fight at all.

They stalk towards Bryan next, and I cringe, crawling into myself. I can’t hide away, not now. Bryan is still my friend- the only one I have left. Although I know I’ll pay for it, I have to try and stop them from hurting him. I yell, “Hey! Stay away from him!”

I get kicked hard in the face for my effort. “You only speak when asked to. Got that, Patient 11?”

I startle at hearing this again, after being referred to this number instead of my name while in the hospital with Synn.

Bryan whimpers next to me, weakly struggling against the masks. They rip off every stitch of his clothing. I'm forced to look away, not wanting to see what they do to him. I only look back when he begs me to.

“I’ve got you, Bry. Just keep looking at me, okay?” I tell him, imploring him to comply with the sound of my voice

The men laugh. “We’re not fucking him, Little Bird.” They pick up the shreds of our clothes, and leave the cell, locking it up behind them.

I squirm around on the hard floor, trying to take pressure off my bleeding ass. I take a few deep breaths, attempting to center myself, and beat back the hysteria bubbling up my throat.

I make myself take stock of my immediate surroundings. It's fucking freezing in here. It's empty, not even somewhere to piss or shit. Just us.

What do they want from us?” Bryan rasps out.

“I don’t know, but my guess is this is the dreaded ‘Morgue’ I’ve heard about. Whatever this is, it’s bad.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” he whispers. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” I assure him, though I can feel the lie rolling off my tongue. I can’t tell him this but having him here with me is not enough to keep me going. I need my bestie, and my guys... God—my enemies now. I have none of them. Nobody anymore.

I don’t know how much time passes as we both sit there, in the cold, shivering.

I know I should be talking to Bryan, but I just can’t.

I've retreated inside my mind as much as I can.

The only thing I see is a sea of red. It's everywhere.

Every time my mind tries to latch on to one of their faces, I cringe back deeper inside.

I hear someone approaching again. The door opens, and I reluctantly open my eyes to see who it is.

There's one man there, the one with the Jester mask. “Well now, children, you don’t seem to be playing together at all.” He pretends to mull over his next words.

“I have an idea! You’re going to play a game. ”

“What game?” I ask through clenched teeth.

“Let’s see how close you two can get. Now that your ‘loves’ are gone, perhaps you should share some closeness, yes?”

“The fuck?”

“Easy! Patient 13, go push Patient 11 down flat on the ground and climb on top of her.”

“No!” Bryan shakes his head. “She’s... hurt. I can’t!”

Jester steps forward, hitting Bryan with some kind of square device that shoots out a metal barb. It connects to Bryan’s chest, and he falls over, convulsing violently.

“Do what you’re told, or I’ll up the voltage next time!” the man snaps. He puts it back in his left pocket, patting it with a grin.

Something electrical... how nice. “It’s ok, Bryan, just do as he says.”

Once he can make himself move, Bryan crawls over to me. I lay down on my back to make it easier for him. He stumbles his way over, refusing to look me in the eye. I turn my head to the side, closing my own eyes.

“Here’s where it gets fun!” Jester claps his hands in glee. “Get your dick hard, Patient 13.”

I gulp. “Go ahead,” I whisper.

“I... can’t,” Bryan whimpers. “How am I supposed to...?”

My arm shoots up, grabbing his dick before I can even think about what I’m doing. I stroke it up and down, and it slowly becomes erect. Once it’s hard and throbbing, I let go.

“Now, run it across her nipples,” the maniac in the Jester mask giggles. “Make them stand up.”

He does what he’s told, and my nipples become painfully hard—especially with how cold it is in here.

“Run it up and down her pussy now, back and forth. Yep... just like that.”

My stupid body responds to the tease, growing wet with arousal. I blink back tears, refusing to look. Bryan makes an animalistic sound in his throat, then begins to rub faster.

“Very good, Patient 13! How about getting that little clit nice and swollen now? Use your fingers.”

Bryan hesitantly reaches up, letting go of his dick. It's still pressed against me. He circles my clit slowly with his finger, and my hips lurch upwards. I bite back a moan, hating that this shit is being forced on us. He presses more firmly, and my pussy floods with even more of my arousal.

“Yes, nice and plump now! Keep going, Patient 13, until Patient 11 comes on your hand.”

“What?” I screech. “I can’t come, moron! I was just fucking raped!”

Jester calmly walks towards Bryan, brandishing a blade from his right pocket. He crouches to the ground beside Bryan and holds it to his balls. “You will come, - or else he’ll lose his balls.”

This is so fucked up, I can’t even process it. I shut it off inside my mind, letting my body do what it wants to do. I had to learn how to function on autopilot after any torture or rape, which I fall back on now, to just get through it.

Bryan rubs faster, pressing harder. He pinches my clit, and my legs start to shake.

The sick, mask-wearing fuck yips in delight.

I try not to react, but the moan slips from between my lips.

My hips roll upwards, grinding against his touch.

Bryan whines, then leans down, using his mouth to suck my clit.

I come apart, my body quaking, bucking against his face.

Shame burns my cheeks, but I still refuse to look.

“So very nice,” the man murmurs. “Yes, so nice... Now, take that hard dick, and put it inside her. Fuck her until you both come.”

I hold my breath for the inevitable. I can tell how hard Bryan is as his dick runs against my folds.

He reaches down to spread me open, and I blush as I get even wetter.

He easily slips inside. Once fully seated, he starts to move.

He finds that spot inside me right away, and he keeps hitting it with his dick repeatedly.

A wail rises in my throat. I know I’m about to squirt.

I can feel the spot swelling up with fluid.

Bryan can obviously feel it too, as he moans loud and long. He picks up the pace, going even faster. The orgasm rushes up on me like a monsoon and I explode. As I squirt all over his dick, he comes too. Jets of hot jizz fill my pussy.

“Yay! Amazing work, both of you! Now you may rest.” The man nods his head and turns to let himself out.

Bryan abruptly withdraws from my body, hurling himself as far away from me as he can. He starts to cry, making quiet, simpering noises.

I sigh, used to this shit. He's not though, but I am just too empty to console him. Instead, I retreat back into my mind, letting the darkness wash over me.