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Story: Seeing Red (The Codex #1)
Bane is dead. My commander. The man who taught me everything, who believed in me, who trusted me. The only man who really ever knew my dad. My dad, my team, Sara and now Bane. They’re all dead and it’s because of me.
I trusted Castor. It wasn’t a fleeting moment, a brief lapse in judgment. I trusted him fully, to keep me safe, to get me out. To help me escape, and it was all a lie. They both played me, acting as torturer and savior, and then broadcasted my failures on fucking TV just to brag.
My lip quivers, but I don’t cry. I can’t anymore. I don’t want to. The intel. The files. The whole reason I came here is useless now, not without Bane’s aid.
Find the intel. Kill the Codex.
Those words are sickening echoes now, that stupid mantra is nothing but a curse now—a cruel reminder of what the Codex has done.
Fuck the intel. I want them dead.
The door opens and a light flashes overhead, blindingly bright. Baron and Castor stroll in, a look of pride and satisfaction emanating from them. They watch me carefully, like they’d expected me to fight or speak but I don’t even move. I don’t care what they think, what they do. I just want them dead.
Baron steps forward after a moment and tosses a bloody piece of fabric on me.
Bane’s name patch.
“Our condolences, doll,” Baron says with a smirk.
I turn back to the wall, not even bothering to move the patch from my body. They won’t get a reaction from me. Not yet.
Baron laughs derisively and the two prowl closer. I don’t watch but I can feel it—that feeling of being hunted, of being watched and looked at like prey. But what else can they do to me? They’ve already taken everything from me.
“Don’t be like that, now,” Baron coos. “We finally have a minute alone.”
Castor crouches, brushing the dirty strands of hair from my face.
It makes me sick, how calm he is. How he can act like he cares when there’s nothing there. He’s not a person. He’s a shade. Hollow. Empty.
“No more pretenses,” Castor whispers. He grips my chin gently, forcing me to meet his gaze. “He’s dead now. Do you know what that means?”
Baron takes over, his hand tangling in my hair and wrenching my head back. “It means you’re ours now.”
I watch him, mimicking Castor’s dead-eyed expression, but inside I’m burning. I can feel his knife digging into my leg and his handgun is strapped to his side like it always is. It would be so fucking easy to pull it, but I force myself to stay still.
“What happened to all that fight? Did you scream yourself into a mute? Or did we finally break you?” His hand flies up to my breast, squeezing each roughly, harder when I don’t react.
“I think I like her this way,” Castor hums. He leans in, his lips pressing against my shoulder. “So submissive and obedient.”
He sniffs, and I want to gag at the feeling. Perverted motherfucker.
Kill them. I don’t care if I escape. Kill them.
Castor pulls away, his face turned down in a pouty frown. “I don’t think she wants to play with us, Baron.”
“That’s a shame.” Baron pulls my head back further, examining the scars and hickeys that mar my body. “This body had so much potential.” He throws my head forward, leaning in until his nose is touching mine and his icy blue eyes grow dark. “If all it took to ruin you was a little blood, I would’ve waited until I had a chance to fuck this cunt before I killed him.”
I slam my head into his with a scream, driving my elbow then my foot into his sternum. Castor falls off balance and Baron steps back just in time for me to dig my nails into his eyes.
Baron screams and throws me off him before falling on top of Castor.
I scramble to my feet and he’s behind me in seconds, laughing wildly.
“There she is!” He laughs. “I was afraid I broke you for a second there.”
I scramble for the gun, but Castor pulls me back, his hand tightening to a bruising grip. I throw my fist into his face and pull my arm free, pulling the handgun off the ground. I point it directly at Baron. His eye is red and swollen but he stands there hardly unaffected or afraid even as I pull back the hammer.
“Still think I’m fucking submissive, asshole?” I shout.
His head lowers, the shadows of his face casting a horrifying ghostly appearance, making his face look sunken in and ashy, where all that’s bright are his piercing eyes.
He smiles, his teeth bared like a feral animal.
“I don’t want you submissive,” he says slowly. “I want you to fight. I want you to kick and scream until I have the chance to break you myself. Until I can make you give in.”
I place my finger over the trigger. “Does this look like I’m giving in?”
“Do it,” he snarls.
I hesitate. He doesn’t even flinch. He stands there with that irritating cocky smirk on his face, like he doesn’t think I’ll do it. Like I’m too much of a coward.
Fuck you, Baron.
I pull the trigger.
It clicks. My eyes widen and I pull it again. Click.
“Missing something?” Castor appears behind me, a clip of bullets in his hand.
I flip the gun over. The clip is gone.
He rips the gun out of my hands, tossing it and the clip to Baron and throws me against the wall. “Be good if you want to get out of this in one piece.”
My hand darts for the gun strapped to his side, but he catches my wrist before my hand leaves my side.
“That’s not being good,” he sighs. “You’re getting sloppy. Your tricks won’t work on us anymore.”
He jerks me off the wall, spinning me until my back is pressed against him. That familiar scent fills me, pine and gunpowder and an unholy amount of musk from their assault. It shocks something in me, a visceral memory of him inside me, thrusting his cum in me while I screamed in pleasure.
The feeling scrambles my mind, and I press my legs together as I feel that need creeping up, but I force it down, instead using that energy to try and force him off me.
Castor groans, his grip tightening. “Keep pressing your ass against me like that and it’ll get fucked.”
That stops me. He isn’t lying. I can feel it pressing against my back, a throbbing promise that he absolutely would. I don’t care how much my body wants him, it definitely doesn’t want his abnormally large dick anywhere near my ass. I’ve safely managed to keep a dick out of there for twenty-seven years and I have no intention of letting him take that from me.
Baron laughs, the sound grating. “What’s the matter, doll? Not a fan of ass play?” He holsters his gun, instead pulling the white knife from its sheath. “That’s a shame. I would’ve loved to break that in. Castor was very forthcoming about your…desperation.”
I force myself to keep still even as Baron presses the knife sharply on my throat. “You don’t know the meaning of the word,” I grit out.
“You’re right. I don’t.” Baron pulls back just enough to take the threat away, but not the reminder. He keeps it on my neck, a painful promise almost as bad as Castor’s. “I don’t get desperate. If I want something, I take it. And if I want someone, I make them beg for it.”
He lowers the knife, letting it trace the scars and bruises on my bare torso. “Such pretty bruises. And not all of them are from me.” He presses the knife against a scar, reopening it with gentle pressure. “How did it feel, being a pathetic whimpering mess, humiliating yourself just to get fucked by a man you hated? How would you feel under my blade? Would you beg for me to take you? Would you beg me to bleed you?”
“I don’t fucking beg!” I seethe.
“Well, we all know that’s a lie,” he muses. “You begged plenty of times for Castor. You begged him to fuck you, to come inside you, to breed you like the little whore you are.” He leans in closely, his lips grazing my ear. “I wonder if he got you pregnant. You begged for his cum. Let’s see if you can beg for mine.”
His words make me sick and the thought of getting pregnant hadn’t even crossed my mind until Baron whispered it like it was a fucking prize.
Still, my body is leaning into Baron as he nips as my ear and pleasant shivers travel down my spine. Castor tightens his hold on me, and his cock digs into my ass, pulsing against it in a desperation to see through his earlier threat. I’m sandwiched between the two men as they taunt me, Baron’s lips moving steadily down my neck while Castor’s hand dips between my legs.
His hand finds my clit just as Baron latches onto my nipple, and I’m too late to suppress my moans. It comes out, a humiliating sound that echoes in the tiny cell, and the men both laugh as I writhe under their touch.
Baron sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue swiping over the hardening bud before giving it a soft nip that makes me yelp.
“I guess you’re not as strong as you say you are,” Baron muses.
“Definitely not.” Castor slides his finger down my clit and I can’t stop him from finding how embarrassingly wet I am from his touch. “This pretty little pussy is begging for me.”
Baron pulls my nipple between his teeth, dragging it out before he lets go. He watches it for a moment, his eyes locked in admiration on his work before his lips crash onto mine.
I try to keep my composure, and my fists are clenched so hard I can feel my chipped nails digging into my palms, but Baron can feel the vibrations of my moans as his mouth moves against mine.
He’s sloppy, his tongue sliding along my lip, demanding permission that I won’t give. A growl bubbles up in his throat and his hand flies to my abused nipples, rolling them hardly between his fingers.
A startled gasp leaves my mouth, and he seizes the moment, thrusting his tongue between my lips. He’s as insatiable as Castor, sloppy and hungry like a man that’s deprived of a meal that he can only satisfy with me. My mind scrambles again when Castor slides a finger inside me, and starts fucking me with a slow pace.
It’s not enough. It’s too slow, too shallow, and, God, I hate that I need more.
I don’t realize that I’m grinding on Castor’s hand until I feel his satisfied grin against my neck, and he adds another finger. I moan, the feeling a relief but still agonizing. Baron’s tongue lashes against mine and I melt into it. Fuck, it’s so good. Why do they make this so fucking good? I could let go, get on my knees in front of them both and ride both of their cocks until—
Pain jars me back to the present as Baron pinches my nipple.
No. They’re terrorists. This is what they wanted. This entire thing was a facade for information. There’s no pleasure here. I am a toy, not a person, and when they’re done, they will still leave me here to die.
Baron senses my resistance and wraps his hand around my nape, pulling towards him. They move faster, almost frantic to force me to forget where I am, holding me tighter when I try to pull away.
The pleasure starts to come back, electric shocks sent straight to my core with every thrust of Castor’s fingers. My heart hammers against my chest when I realize just how easily they can make me lose control. I need to find something, anything…
I bite Baron.
I clamp down on his lip hard, and a copper taste floods my tongue.
Baron pulls away almost immediately, ripping his mouth from mine. It didn’t come off, unfortunately, but it was enough to send him stumbling back. His hand flies to his lip, feeling the bloody imprint of my teeth on both sides.
Castor pulls back, his eyes wide with shock and alarm.
Now that was fucking pleasurable.
Baron pulls his hand from his lip, staring at it with a wild look in his eyes. “Vicious little bitch, aren’t you?” He swipes two fingers across his lip, collecting it in his hand. His eyes lock on mine and he runs tongue along the two digits.
I watch in shock as he sucks the two fingers into his mouth. He’s watching me, crazed, but that’s not it. He enjoys it. He doesn’t just want me to watch. He likes it, and the evidence is written all over him. His blue eyes darken to black pits just like Castor’s. He’s shaking, vibrating with excitement. He wants me to see it. He wanted me to hurt him.
He pulls them out and flashes me a bloody grin. “You like causing pain, doll? He says quietly. “You want to bite me?”
I force myself to speak, feigning my earlier anger.
“I’m just sorry it was your lip and not your dick.”
He takes a single step towards me, his grin turning to a feral snarl when he sees me back into Castor.
“I’d be very careful of what comes out of that mouth or I may just grant your wish.” He takes another step and Castor wraps his arm around my waist. “I promise you, doll, if I do, I won’t be as gentle as Castor.”
I bite my tongue this time. I doubt that Baron could bruise my throat the way Castor did, but Baron behaves like a feral animal on the brink of starvation. Even if he was a third of Castor’s size, he’d find a way to make it hurt, if not to humiliate me more by making me like it.
Baron’s tongue swipes across his lip, licking up a new bead of blood that’s formed along the bite. “I think she likes that, Castor. Look at the way she’s trying to hide it.” He closes the gap between us, but he’s not looking at me. His eyes are locked on my splayed legs, his feet on either side of them to keep me compliant. “Aren’t you going to tell me, no? That you’re not turned on right now?”
I keep my eyes locked on his but it falters when his hand reaches down and spreads the wetness coating my thighs. My face heats up, and my voice shakes when I speak. “I will kill you. Both of you.”
“Hmm, you will?” He purrs. He stands up straight and quickly swipes blood from his lip, smearing it on my breasts. “Are you sure you don’t want to fuck me first? It might get out some of that energy.”
I shut my eyes, trying to control the shallow pants, but everything around me is palpable, putting me on overdrive. The freezing air, Castor’s persistent dick jutting against my back and his arm wrapped around me, and Baron’s hand taunting me to give in, while the other rips down the zipper of his pants.
“Go on, Helena. Show me how desperate you are.” Baron grabs my jaw, forcing me to watch him as he frees his cock from his tacticals.
Well, I certainly wasn’t right about it being small. It’s smaller than Castor’s, but enough to make good on his threat. His hand swallows his cock, and his hips buck up quickly against his palm as he strokes it in front of me. “What’s the matter, doll?” He slaps it against my stomach, laughing when I flinch. “Did you think I was bluffing? Or are you eager to try us both?” He turns to Castor, a cruel smile on his lips. “What do you think, buddy? Think she’s ready for us both?”
Castor hums in my ear, his hand slowly sliding down my hips, “I think she might be.”
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I snap.
“Stop me.” He picks me up suddenly, sweeping me in his arms before he throws my legs over his shoulders, dangling my body upside down.
Blood rushes to my head instantly and the position makes the room sway and spin. Baron’s body is a blur, sometimes turning into two of him before connecting into one person. My body falls limp only for a second, before Castor’s tongue finds my clit and throws me back into the moment.
I gasp, my back arching instantly from the sudden pleasure. He flattens his tongue along the swollen bud. The blood rushing to my head makes it worse and each swipe of his tongue elicits gasps and moans from my body.
Baron takes advantage, and when I gasp again, he forces his cock past my lips. He shudders and his body tenses as he slides into the hilt with a single thrust. I gag when the head nudges against my throat. I can’t speak and can’t fight. I try to claw at his pulsing cock, but I don’t come anywhere close to being able to lift my arms high enough to do anything other than lay helplessly between the two of them.
A fleeting thought crosses my mind to bite down, follow through on my own promise, but Baron senses it when he pulls out and thrusts in again despite the graze of my teeth.
He doesn’t use his knife this time, instead pulling his sidearm and holding it against my temple. “Play nice this time and I might allow you to swallow my cum.” He slides out again, allowing me only a second to breathe before he forces himself back into my throat with a shaky groan. He picks up and starts fucking my face with a slow pace.
Castor matches his pace, his tongue latching onto my clit before thrusting inside me.
My moan forces one out of Baron, and his hips rolling as his pace falters just for a moment. “For such a bitchy personality, you certainly suck cock like you want it.” His hand snakes up to my head and he starts fucking my face roughly, bucking up against me and forcing me to meet each of his thrusts without a fight.
I can’t move and every thrust of his hips sends a shock straight to my clit that Castor takes in eagerly.
His grip tightens around my thighs. “Fucking beautiful,” he mutter before he moves back to my clit. He sucks it between his teeth, and my cries spur Baron on.
My control is slipping. They’re using me like a toy and I hate that I enjoy it as much as I do. I’m desperate, desperate for release and to take this on my own terms.
Castor’s free hand moves down to his belt and he quickly pulls out his cock, gripping it tightly and stroking it next to my head while Baron’s sloppy pace speeds up.
I can’t fight them from using me for my body any more than I can stop the tight coil from building low into my gut, but I can take them back. I can force them too.
I grab Baron by the waistband and yank him closer, eagerly sucking him down into my throat. His gasp almost makes me smile. I take him in until my nose is pressed tightly against his stomach, running my tongue alongside the pulsing vein just below the tip.
“Fuck, Helena,” he gasps. “I didn’t say—” his words are cut off by a moan when I reach up and palm his balls in my hand.
He stops fighting me and the gun moves away from my head, clattering to the ground as I bob my head at a slow pace. I alternate between wrapping my tongue around his shaft and sucking on the tip as I take him into my throat at the same pace Castor’s hand moves against his own cock.
Baron is beside himself and instead of trying to force my head still, he’s caressing my face, unable to speak or degrade me between his heavy pants.
Castor is less affecting, groaning softly as his tongue forces me closer to the edge. I don’t try to fight it. I wouldn’t be able to even if I wanted to. I fucking hate it, but they’re right and thanks to Castor, any time he’s near me, my pussy throbs at the thought of being able to feel the same pleasure he’s giving me now.
Baron’s cock starts to pulse deep in my throat, his balls tightening in my hand and I can feel the same pulse in Castor’s cock as his movements grow sloppy against me. He gives me a single protest, his grip in my hair tightening as his legs tense up.
“Helena,” Baron pants. “Wait. I-I think I’m going to…”
I fight the tears in my eyes as I suck him in deep, just as Baron moans desperately and bucks quickly against my face. His cock pulses violently as Castor sucks my clit into his mouth and I fall apart seconds later, my lips tightening as I moan helplessly. Cum shoots down my throat, one after the other, as his hips stutter against my face. I move in with his thrusts and I feel Castor come just as quickly, thick ropes landing across my back and my neck.
I ride out my orgasm and suck Baron’s cock eagerly, forcing every last drop from his body as he shudders above me. His moans connect together and I almost think he might come again until he pushes me away suddenly, falling to the ground with heavy pants.
Castor orgasm subsides as mine does and he sets me gently on the ground as he composes himself quickly.
Baron drags himself against the wall, his whole body shaking and jerking violently from the aftershocks. He doesn’t speak for a moment, panting too heavily to be able to say anything, even as he tries to, his mouth opening and closing as he fights for his own voice. He sits with his pants half off, his legs splayed limply and his cock slowly softening under his trembling hand.
“I…I knew there was a little whore in there somewhere,” Baron says through heavy pants.
Castor’s already readjusted himself, the flush in his face returning to its normal tan. “You alright?”
Baron nods, his mouth hung open as he sucks in air. He gives a small thumb up before waving off Castor’s concerns. “I need a minute.”
I fall flat against the floor, the cool concrete freezing my burning skin. I suck in air, trying to force my bounding pulse to slow and the blood to fall from my head. That’s when I notice Baron’s gun resting against my bare foot from where Baron dropped it when I—evidently—blew him into a stupor.
Castor is the first to speak after a moment, nodding towards Baron, who is dazed and still struggling to stop the trembling in his body. “We need to keep moving, before the sun sets.”
Baron flashes him an irritated look but he forces himself to stand, tucking his shrinking cock back into his pants.
Castor moves back to me, his dark eyes looking almost contemptuous as he nudges me to my feet.
I finally move. With a quick jerk, I grab the loaded gun and slam it into Castor’s shin before he notices.
Castor hisses in pain, grasping his shin in pain as I make a dash for the open door.
“Shit!” Baron runs after me, just barely catching my wrist before I make it past the frame. “That’s not very nice. I thought we were having a moment.”
I whip the gun back as he tries to grasp it, slamming it onto his hand. He growls in pain, but his grip doesn’t loosen.
“Get the fuck off me!” I try to slam it down on his other hand but he catches it this time.
He yanks me through the doorway as we wrestle for the weapons. Castor is on me just as quickly as they both try to pry it from my hands.
I growl in frustration, my other hand punching at the two men to force them back. “Let go! Get off!”
The three of us struggle and their shouts tangle with mine while we fight for control, gripping the barrel, the muzzle, the trigger, the handle—
Bang.
The gun is hot, smoke coming from the muzzle from the single shot that was fired.
I glance at them with wide eyes, scanning their bodies for a bullet wound. They watch me, horror in theirs but they don’t collapse. They don’t die. They stare at me, painfully still, frozen in shock at the growing blood pooling from a hole in my leg.
The pain starts—the burn turning scalding and throbbing and my leg starts to jerk violently. It’s pulling my leg apart from the inside, tearing apart my tendons and muscles. The blood flows steadily from my leg, quickly soaking my other in the growing puddle. I let out a pained whimper as I shakily grasp my leg. They shot me.
They don’t move, even as I look up at them with tears in my eyes. They seem almost distressed, even Castor’s usual void of emotion gone in a fleeting moment of concern.
But then they glance at each other, a silent conversation spoken between them, and Baron picks up the gun, holsters it and leaves without a word.
Castor doesn’t give me a second glance, and the door clicks shut behind them, the lock sliding into place.
I watch in disbelief. They shot me. They shot me and left me to die.
I don’t know why I’d expected them not to kill me. Soldiers or not, they don’t have the same morals I do, and we all knew that one of us would die. Maybe it’s because my mind is still delusionally thinking that Castor cared about me, or that they were so obsessed with fucking me that they’d keep me alive, if not to use me whenever they had the urge. But they didn’t. They shot me, and I’m on my own.
I groan as another wave of pain flashes through my body. I clutch my leg tighter, pressing just above the wound to try and force the bleeding to stop, but it doesn’t and it won’t without a tourniquet.
My heart is racing, angrily demanding me to get help, to pump blood desperately to survive. My body starts to shake and I fall back. My vision goes white.
Is this what it feels like to die? It’s different from the way I’d wasted in the cell before. There’s no rats, no grim reminder. It’s bright and silent. It’s sudden and the air doesn’t feel like I’m dying. It feels happy, like the pleasure I’d experienced earlier was still in the air and reminding me how nice I’d felt thirty seconds ago.
My eyelids grow heavy. The concrete feels warm now. Inviting, like a warm hug. Like my dad’s arms wrapped around me as I slept in front of the fire at home, hiding from the cold.
Sleep, Hells. It’s okay. You can rest now.
My eyes snap open. No. It’s not time yet. I didn’t come all this way to die of a fucking gunshot wound. They can’t kill me.
I can’t sleep.
My eyes follow along the concrete and they catch a small object on the floor—a glimpse of gold right in front of me that shines brightly in the fluorescent lights.
Castor’s Star of David necklace.
My heart stutters as I glance at the iron door and the pinhole lock clicked tightly shut and back to the bent metal.
Escape.
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