Page 6 of Tainted Essence
“Never will be, either. I don’t have time to fluff men's egos so they can feel better about themselves. I’m a fighter, not some piece of meat for them to stick their cock into.”
He whistles between his teeth. “I said I liked you, I never said I wanted to fuck you.”
I grind my teeth and remind myself he is my only ally here. “I will never let you fuck me. I refuse to be like my cousins and London who got sidetracked by cocks. I have a dream and I will fucking achieve it.”
“Who are you trying to convince, me or yourself?” he counters. I refuse to answer him because his question hit too close to home. My arms feel numb and my body is aching from being cramped inside this trunk with Taylan plastered against me. We haven’t spoken a word since I refused to answer him but I feel the car slowing down and tense in anticipation. “When they pop the trunk, don’t fight, play the damsel?—”
“I’m no fucking damsel!” I seethe.
“Play the fucking part of one, you fight against these guys and they will make it their mission to break you.”
“They can try,” I retort.
“They won’t beat you, Slayer, they’ll rape you and that is something that will break you.” For the first time since this whole fucking thing started I feel fear. It travels through my body at a rapid pace. I realize for the first time in my life that my last name won’t save me, it will be the cause of my demise. “I won’t let them touch you, Destiny.” The conviction in which he says that has me wanting to believe him.
“You can’t make a promise like that,” I whisper as the car comes to a stop and shuts off. I close my eyes and will myself to remain calm. Kidnapping is becoming a rite of passage in my family at this rate, why couldn’t we be normal?
“Normal is overrated.” I balk, I said that shit out loud. “It’s not a promise, it’s a vow. I will take whatever they dish out and redirect their anger to me, you remain silent and you will stay alive.” Before more can be said the trunk is opened. I close my eyes against the harsh light. “Fuck you!” Taylan snarls as he is yanked out of the trunk. I snap my eyes open. Hands grab me, and I force myself not to fight against them and heed his advice. I look around, taking stock of my surroundings. We’re in a large warehouse that is vacant except for seven cars. The fucker shifts his hold from my arm to gripping a handful of my hair. I hiss earning a chuckle from the bastard.
“The budes krichat saa menia?” (Will you scream for me?) I grind my teeth as he drags me by my hair through a door into what looks like a storage room. He yanks me to a halt by my hair as three guys wrestle Taylan into a chair. They cut the tie binding his wrists before securing his wrists and ankles by cuffs to the metal chair. Once they are finished with him they come to me. I don’t fight as they chain me the same way they did him except when they finish, they don’t step back. The bastard who brought me in here leans in so his lips brush mine, his rancid breath has me fighting to not gag. He darts his tongue out and licks a trail from the corner of my mouth along my jaw. I turn my head, locking eyes with Taylan who is vibrating with anger at the sight of the fucker slobbering on me.
“Rook is going to kill you,” he forces out through clenched teeth. The fucker doesn’t stop licking. He places his hands on the tops of my thighs and sucks the shell of my ear into his mouth, my face contorting as I stare at Taylan. His gaze bores into mine, he can see the unfiltered horror in my gaze when the bastard forces his hands between my legs and cups my pussy through my jeans. I whimper. “Nytress, keep looking at me.” The guy freezes at the sound of my cousin's name and pulls back. I see confusion in his eyes as he looks between us. He grips the back of his ski mask and yanks it off. I note he has a jagged scar down his left cheek and I see burns around his neck.
“Kogo the nachren vzyal?” (Who the fuck did you take?) He asks the three guys.
“My poshli za ney, boris skazal, chto eto ona,” (We followed her, Boris said she was the one.) one of the guys answers.
Licker glares down at me and I can see the rage filtering beneath the surface of his eyes. “Pozvoni bossu, pryamo seichas!” (Call the boss, now!) Taylan and I remain silent as the four of them storm out of the room, slamming the door closed and locking it behind themselves. I sag with relief into my chair, then clench my fists to try to stop myself from trembling, the last thing I want them to see is me quaking in fear just from being licked and… I slam my eyes closed and fight off the intrusive thoughts.
He didn’t touch me!
I keep saying that over and over again in my head forcing myself to believe it. If these disgusting fuckers think I will allow them to grope me and touch me however they please, then they have another fucking thing coming. I am a Murdoch and we are fighters!
“I may have bought us some time but they won’t be gone for long,” Taylan says barely above a whisper. I don’t respond, I’m too lost in my thoughts trying to devise a plan on getting the fuck out of here. My hands being cable tied was something I could have worked with and broken them or something like that but handcuffs? That is a hard fucking no. “Slayer?”
“What?” I snap as I turn to look at him. The intensity in which he looks at me would have women dropping their panties and begging him to slide his cock inside their desperate pussies but not me.
“You’re gonna be okay.”
I scoff. “Making another promise you can’t keep?”
His brows furrow causing a deep V in the middle of his forehead. “When we get out of here, you are going to be thanking me for everything I am about to go through in order to keep you safe until the cavalry arrives.” I tear my gaze from him and tilt my head back, staring up at the ceiling. If I had just stayed home tonight instead of going out I wouldn’t be here, I’d be in bed with my laptop watching YouTube videos of my next opponent and studying everything about them. I should be trying to find a new trainer instead of being chained to a fucking chair!
This is the price you pay for your mother being born a Volkov.
Taylan
The silence between us stretches, I feel no need to fill the void and reassure her. She’s a feisty one and will handle this situation well. Most girls would be a sobbing mess right now but not Destiny, she’s stoic and trying to process everything that led her to being chained beside me. I can’t help but admire how fucking gorgeous she is. Since the first moment I saw her at Wave’s party, I was struck stupid by how beautiful she is.
I made that stupid bet with Kimber and I know that greedy bitch will come to collect, unlike Knox and Xan I don’t do feelings. Having a woman drag me around by the balls doesn’t appeal to me. My famous motto has always been find em, feel em, fuck em, forget em. Feelings are for the weak and it is for that reason alone why I know we will get out of this. Knox and Xan would be going crazy right now if they were locked up with their girls but unlike me, Destiny isn’t my girl so I don’t have the compulsion to act like a dick and draw the Russian’s attention.
Don’t get me wrong, I won’t stand by while they hurt her. No man worth his fucking weight in salt would ever stand by and be okay with cunts pawing at a woman or hitting them.
“When they come back, they aren’t going to beat you,” she says, shocking me out of my thoughts and drawing my attention back to her. Those gray eyes stare at me with resignation.
“Why do you say that?”
Her face is blank of all emotion as she speaks. “Because you gave them a reason to use me against you.”