Free Tangled Rose by Abby Weeks Page B

with the DRMC until we know you’re committed.”
    “But isn’t there some other way I could show you?”
    Serge looked at Fat Boy. “Jesus Christ,” he said. “Look at this kid.”
    “I was just saying,” Patrice went on.
    “Just saying shit,” Fat Boy said. “You don’t know how lucky you are, kid. You should see what Serge has made some prospects do. It’s a lot worse than fucking a fine piece of ass like this.”
    Patrice looked at Rose again and then looked away. He didn’t want to do it. She could tell. But she knew enough to know that that wouldn’t be enough to save her. Not now. This was the way the DRMC worked. It made its members go against their instincts, it broke them down until they were nothing more than soldiers, unable to think or act for themselves. It turned them into mindless warriors who would do anything for the club. They would kill for the club and they would die for the club. And this was the way such mindless, senseless loyalty was born.
    “Take your cock out right now and put it inside this bitch.”
    Patrice was still hesitating. He looked from Fat Boy to Serge to Rose. She couldn’t look at him anymore. Things were no longer the same. Everything they’d had together, even if it was just the beginning of something more meaningful, was gone. It had all been destroyed. Fat Boy and Serge had made sure of that. They’d covered her in piss and left her lying there. There was no way a man could look at her the same way as before.
    “Look,” Serge said to Patrice. “You’re a good fighter, a good soldier. I know you’ll be a good Dark Rebel. I just need to know you’re not soft. Some of the guys have said you’re soft, too sympathetic, and I need to be sure you’ve got the balls for an MC like ours.”
    Patrice nodded. He looked down at his waist and began opening the belt on his jeans. He pulled down his pants and underwear and revealed to Rose for the first time, the perfectly formed loins of his body. Under other circumstances she would have been glad to see that body but not today. Today she would rather have seen anything else in the world.
    Patrice sighed as he got up onto the bed. He had his shoes on, his pants around his ankles. He was getting her urine on his knees as he leaned onto the wet mattress.
    “That’s it,” Serge said. “You know what to do.”
    “Oh yeah,” Fat Boy said. “Give it to her nice and hard, boy.”
    Patrice spat on his hand and began rubbing the saliva on his cock. It was still soft and flaccid but it began to harden as he rubbed it. She could tell he didn’t want to do this, but she knew that after he’d done it he’d be another man. He’d be a monster like the rest of the DRMC. They forced their prospects to commit brutal acts so that they would become brutal soldiers.
    “Make her wet, too,” Serge said.
    Serge and Fat Boy were obviously enjoying the show. Rose could see the bulges in their jeans as their cocks hardened.
    Patrice spat on his hand again and began to rub the saliva on her pussy.
    “That’s not going to cut it,” Serge said. “Get your mouth down onto that pink pussy and lick it.”
    “Down there?” Patrice said.
    “Where else do you think?”
    “But she’s covered in piss,” Patrice said.
    Serge and Fat Boy were laughing more and more as the situation got more and more humiliating for Rose. This was hell. Patrice couldn’t even rape her without being disgusted. She didn’t know whether she was mad at him for doing what Serge had ordered, or ashamed at herself that he didn’t want to do it.
    “You want to ride with the Dark Rebels, you’ve got to be willing to do what it takes.”
    Rose saw Patrice grimace in disgust as he moved his face down toward her cunt.
    “She’s disgusting, isn’t she?” Serge said.
    Patrice didn’t answer. He sniffed at her cunt and shook his head. She was disgusting. She knew she was. She’d never be able to think of herself as anything but a disgusting whore from this