Page 52 of Vicious Punks
“How did you find me?” I croak out, my voice sounding dead to my own ears.
“I paid a little visit to Hell’s Devils and congratulations, boy, it seems you're the club's new President. I have to say, you're the spitting image of your old man. He had that same look on his face just before I killed him.” He gestures to Dalton’s face and I can’t look away as Dalton bellows behind his gag in rage, reminding me of a caged animal, and his eyes widen with deep sorrow.
The chair groans under him as he struggles with the ties, his face turning pale as his blood keeps seeping out of his wound, soaking his shirt and the chair under him. Sweat rolls down his temple from his hairline and he gazes at me with violet eyes that promise chaos once he’s free. I know he’s imagining all sorts of ways to kill Payne, but I wouldn’t blame him if I’m part of that plan, because it’s all my fault that Dalton’s dad is dead. I led the devil right to their doorstep.
It's all my fault.
“You fucking monster!” I scream at Payne with fury in my eyes, tears falling down my cheeks as I see the devastation in Dalton's eyes when I look back at him.
Payne just laughs and suddenly punches Dalton in the stomach, right over the area that’s bleeding. I cry out, struggling between Poe and Whiskey, but they just tighten their holds on my arms. Locking me in place so no matter what I do, I can’t escape.
“Bring her here, he’ll get to watch. Tell me, boy, did you fuck her? Most of my club members already did, all but one.” Payne taunts Dalton as Poe drags me by the shirt over to my father and shoves me face down over the counter so I have a clear view of Dalton.
Payne walks around the other side of Dalton’s chair and comes to stand behind me. This is going to hurt, it always does. He’s going to torture me right in front of my biker and there’s nothing I can do to stop this. No one can. I can’t see Payne but I feel something cold and wet rest against the top of my spine. The cutting of my shirt down the middle is like a gunshot going off and blood fills my mouth as I bite my tongue to hold in a whimper that desperately wants to escape. My shirt falls off to the sides, drifting off my shoulders to expose my back. Dressed only in my underwear and bra, my breathing picks up as the hairs on my arms stand on end.
“I’ve waited a long time to do this, you almost robbed me of this chance, but I’m going to claim this fucking cunt while your lover boy over here watches,” Payne whispers in my ear, my whole body locking up tight as the air is sucked out of my lungs.
No! Not again. This can’t be happening. Wake up, Tillie! Just a dream… it has to be.
I try to push up on my arms as I start to lose my mind, my legs kicking with everything I have, hoping to connect with any flesh but Poe and Whiskey hold my arms down as Payne kicks my legs apart with his boots.
“Why? How can you do th-this to your own daughter?” My teeth chatter, fear eating me alive as I ask a question I’ve never thought would come out of my mouth.
I feel everything, wishing I couldn’t, and all I can do is stare at Dalton. His eyes are wild, going crazed as he keeps shouting behind his gag at me, but words don’t matter. I know he’s going to see everything and not be able to do anything, but for once I’m not alone. That might be selfish of me but I don't care. His gaze says he’s here with me, to not look away as everything else fades away into the background.
“Don’t you know?” Payne sneers behind me in mockery, his chuckle evil and haunting as he leans over my body with the sound of a zipper lowering. “I’m not your daddy.”
To be continued...