Chapter 9 - Anger Bang
They drugged me before transporting me somewhere else. I didn’t know where they’d taken me or how I got here. I didn’t even know who that man was or what he wanted from me. All I knew was that they’d tricked me. Jack had fooled me and sold me.
I couldn’t exactly remember how many days I’d been here, but it felt like more than two. I could only tell the difference between day and night through a small hole in the ceiling. The sunlight filtered through it, offering the only hint of time passing.
They kept me in a small room, naked and starving. My condition worsened by the second. I didn’t know what to do or how to escape. I didn’t even have a weapon. My hands were tied behind my back, and my legs were chained. How could I possibly get out?
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a shadow loomed in the doorway. I didn’t turn, I already knew who it was. The masked man. I closed my eyes and slumped against the chair, pretending to be unconscious.
“I know you’re wide awake,” he said, amusement lacing his voice.
His footsteps echoed as he walked toward me.
“How long are you going to keep up this act, baby?” he asked, voice low and mocking. “How long will you go without food and clothes? How long will you torture yourself?” He was getting closer. “Give me what I’ve been craving.”
My heart thundered inside my chest.
Go away, I begged silently.
Then I felt his breath against my face. He was that close. “Open your eyes,” he ordered.
I stayed still, though my chin trembled.
“Open your eyes, or I’ll bruise that pretty little face,” he hissed, gripping my jaw. “Open your fucking eyes!”
Defeated, I opened them and glared at him. “Get off me!” I growled, twisting in his grip. “Leave me alone!”
“You’ve been alone for two days, baby,” he sneered. “Your quiet time is over. Now, it’s time to start working. I’ve got a few customers waiting for your tight cunt.”
A tremor of fear rippled through me. “No!” I screamed, thrashing in the chair. “I’d rather die than give myself up!”
“Oh, you will, baby. That’s why you’re here.”
“No!” I snapped, my jaw tightening.
“Yes.”
I spit on his face.
I didn’t even know where the courage came from, but I’d had enough. I was done being a victim. I’d rather die than submit to him.
“You bitch!” he roared, slapping me hard. Pain exploded across my cheek.
“Fuck you, asshole!”
“You need to be taught a lesson, bitch!” he snarled, grabbing the hem of my panties and tearing them away. “I’m going to rip you open!”
He unlocked the chain from my legs and wrenched them apart, fully exposing me.
“Get off me!” I fought.
“Fuck, my cock is throbbing for that pussy,” he growled. One hand clutched my ankle while the other fumbled with the button on his jeans.
No. No. No. This isn’t happening. I couldn’t let this happen. I couldn’t let him inside me.
“Go away!” I screamed, kicking him with all the strength I had.
“You little shit!” he snarled, letting his jeans fall to his knees.
I shook violently, sobbing as he pulled down his boxers, revealing his erection. A sick sneer curled his lips as he stared between my legs. He wrapped his hand around himself, positioning it at my entrance.
I tried to kick again, but this time he caught my leg and yanked it apart brutally.
I gasped when he nudged against me. I had never felt so helpless. I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my face. If this happened it would shatter me. He was going to rape me, and no one was coming. No one.
He was just about to thrust in when the sound of gunshots filled the room. His body jolted violently, and blood spurted from his head.
I stared in shock as he groaned, his eyes rolling back before he slumped to the floor, lifeless.
“Cover her!” a familiar voice rang out.
My heart skipped a beat. I turned my head, eyes wide, jaw dropping.
Luther.
He stood with three men, his gun still aimed at the dead man on the floor. A deep scowl darkened his face as his furious eyes focused on the corpse.
I jumped when someone touched my wrists. I looked up to see Cassius unlocking my restraints. Once free, he met my gaze.
“You can wear those clothes now,” he said, pointing to a folded pile nearby.
Heat surged on my face. Shit! I was naked.
I snatched the clothes and bolted into the attached bathroom. My heart pounded wildly, and my body shook all over.
Luther.
He came for me.
He saved me.
And he was alive.
A strange flutter stirred in my stomach anticipation, maybe even... hope. After dressing quickly, I stepped back into the room, only to find Luther gone. His men remained, but he wasn’t among them.
I hurried to Cassius, who stood watching me.
“Where is Luther?” I asked, almost too softly.
“Let’s go,” he said, turning away without answering.
“Where is he?” I asked again, but he stayed silent.
“I misunderstood him,” I murmured.
“You’re too late,” he replied coldly. “He won’t spare your life. You and your brother messed with the wrong man.” He turned to me then, his blue eyes tinged with sympathy. “You betrayed him. And that hurt his pride.”
“I didn’t...”
“We’re taking you back to his place. He’ll grant you one last wish… before your last breath.”
I stayed silent.
“Do you still want to see him?” Cassius asked, his gaze probing. “Aren’t you scared?”
I swallowed. “Death is better than rape.”
We left the building and got into the car. The engine roared as we drove away.
I closed my eyes, counting what might be my final breaths. Luther had said he’d kill me and I believed him.
They drove through narrow alleys before approaching a dark, aged building. Cassius pressed a button, and the iron gate creaked open. The car rolled inside and stopped at the entrance.
Cassius opened the door and led me inside. The place was full of men drinking and laughing. As we entered, heads turned and eyes followed. I kept mine down, feeling exposed.
He took me into a private room with black walls and black-framed mirrors. It felt… eerie. Designed for something else. Something twisted.
But I didn’t care about the décor. My eyes locked on him.
Luther.
He sat on a curved leather couch, facing a round wooden table. His cold, unreadable gaze landed on me.
“Get her down!” he ordered, never looking away.
One of his men grabbed my hair and flung me to the floor. I hit it hard, gasping at the pain.
Luther turned to Cassius with a death glare. “What did I tell you, Cassius?”
Cassius hesitated, his eyes flicking to me, filled with guilt. “She’s already been through...”
“Because of her, my two men are dead!” Luther slammed his hands on the table, rage erupting.
I flinched.
His fiery eyes locked on me, seething with raw fury.
“I told you I’d kill you!” he snarled, snatching a gun from the table and aiming it at my head. He was just a foot away. He wouldn’t miss it.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the shot.
“Your last wish?” His voice was quiet, controlled but deadly.
I opened my eyes and met his.
It took me a few seconds to find my voice. “I want you,” I whispered.
His brow creased.
“I was alone in that room for two days, Luther. But I wasn’t really alone. I thought about you the whole time. I fantasized about you. Your hands… your kisses… your warmth…” I closed my eyes again. “I want you inside me. This time, not as a victim… but because I chose to.”
It wasn’t a lie.
Shock flickered across his face for a heartbeat. Then a slow, cruel smile curved his lips.
“You sure?” he asked, rising from the couch and walking toward me.
I nodded.
“Everyone out,” he commanded, never looking away.
He knelt in front of me, tilting my chin up.
“Luther…” Cassius started.
“Get the fuck out!” he snapped, eyes still on me.
Our gazes clashed hot, heavy, and electric.
“This time,” he murmured, “I won’t give you pleasure, darling. You’ll get pain. Pure, merciless pain. It’s called an anger bang.”
I shivered.
“Are you ready?” he growled.
I nodded.
“Strip,” he ordered.
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