Free Survival Games by J.E. Taylor

on his
lips disappeared. The flash in his eyes was enough to trigger the memory of his
hands squeezing her throat and she trembled. She shook her head no.
    The shorts dropped
from his hands and he stalked across the room, grabbing her as she tried to
scoot away. She struggled but once he shackled one wrist, her other arm was
easily overpowered and the iron clasped painfully around it. Her heart drummed
like a hummingbird’s wings, and fear tainted her veins, stinging with the force
of the adrenaline.
    “You really think
I’d pass up an opportunity like this?” His sinister voice whispered in her ear.
He crowded her forward, yanking her top high enough for him to pinch her
nipples.
    “Son of a bitch.”
The air hissed out of her chest, tendrils of pain shot through her breasts, his
hands painfully twisting, waiting for her to wince. She clamped her teeth
against the cry begging to be released.
    He moved one hand
away, offering her right breast a moment of relief but the sound that followed
turned her blood cold. The descent of a zipper.
    Oh God, not
again!
    “Let’s get this
party started,” he said, hoisting her up onto the console.
    Her wrists
screamed in pain at the odd angle, threatening to snap from her weight. Her
breath locked in her chest when his weight crushed her forward and the
sickening crack of her wrists muted her cry.
    He laughed in her
ear.
    Harsh gasps
accompanied each exhale because she couldn’t gather enough oxygen to produce a
scream. Tears streaked her face and she prayed. Prayed for this vile rape to
end, prayed she wouldn’t pass out, and prayed for Bedroom Eyes to save her.
    Thankfully, he was
quicker today than the prior evening and he set her on the tread and started
the machine.
    Waves of dizziness
accosted her and she stumbled, the shackles tearing at her already mangled
wrists and she cried out, catching herself. Wetness drizzled down her legs and
the thought of his semen crawling on her skin caused her stomach to roll. She
forced the vomit back down her throat.
    He stood, staring
at her, biting the side of his lip, inspecting her like a mean kid inspected
bugs.
    After a while, he
glanced at his watch and stopped the treadmill. He slid on her shorts, pulled
her top back to cover her breasts and whispered in her ear. “You tell him, you
die.”
     

Chapter
16
     
    Ty walked into the
control room to find Frank and Chris watching the monitors. Jessica was crying
and his gaze snapped to the video.
    The video they
made of her. “What the hell!”
    Both Frank and
Chris jumped in their seats.
    He reached over
and shut off the video feed to her room.
    “Are you out of
your fucking minds?” He grabbed both of them by the scruff of their necks,
hauling them out of the room and throwing them to the floor in the hallway.
    “Chill,” Chris said
looking up at his brother.
    Ty glared at him
and went back into the control room. He popped in a Metropolis DVD and
pressed play, piping it into Jessica’s room. Then he turned his attention back
to his brothers.
    “You don’t get
it!” He stormed to the door. “You don’t fucking get it,” he said again.
    “Do tell,” Frank
said sarcastically.
    “She’s different,”
Ty began. “She’s not going to fall apart like the others. It’s about timing and
you just screwed it up.” He took a deep breath. “No more for a while with her. She
works out, eats and that is it until I say so. She only watches this as long as
she is on the treadmill, otherwise, nothing, especially the videos we make. Understand?”
    Frank and Chris
exchanged a look.
    “Ty, dude, this
isn’t the way we operate. We use, abuse, break them down and make them perform;
otherwise, we get rid of them,” Chris said.
    “She doesn’t have
a reason to give us what we want,” Ty said.
    “She certainly
worked out the other night,” Chris countered.
    “We drugged her
and she didn’t know we were brothers then. I bet even if we drugged her again,
she wouldn’t repeat that