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Upon hearing the door open, Annabelle looked up to see it was Roman. Barely glancing at him, she looked down at her hands, not really in the mood to do anything with him. Well, it wasn't like she had the choice anyway. It was their way or no way.
"How are you feeling?"
Deciding not to say anything, she instead rose to her feet and stripped off her clothing. She stood in front of him, finally making eye contact with him. The silence between them droned on as Roman looked her over repeatedly.
"What are you doing?"
"Your idea of foreplay sucks." Annabelle smirked.
He looked on amused as he contemplated his next move. One look at her had told Roman that Stephanie was right about banning sexual activity for the day. But the part of him that wanted her made him want to disregard her warnings. It's not like they had to take direct orders from her. They never had before.
"Still ever the smart ass, I see." He matched her smirk with his own. Once reaching her, Roman started doing circles around her. His eyes very much appreciating her back view as much as the front. "I may not have said as much as the other two, but I'm just as dangerous."
Annabelle's eyes slipped shut as one of his hands gripped her hip and the other ran through her hair. She shivered slightly when he took some of her hair in his hand and inhaled the scent of it.
"Do whatever you want and leave me alone."
"What, no fighting today?" He asked.
"You're still going to do whatever you want anyway." She replied, trying to keep her voice controlled. "Everything I say is disregarded."
"It wouldn't be if you listened." Roman whispered in her ear. "Maybe if you suggested something else."
"Either fuck me and get it over with or just leave." Annabelle growled.
"Snarky little bitch." He turned her around to face him. "I like the challenge of having someone fight me. The idea of overpowering a helpless little thing like you drives me up the wall."
"I can tell." She rolled her eyes. "Your dick is poking me in the leg. Either do what you got to do or find the bathroom and jerk off."
"Cute." He smiled. "No need to do that when I have you."
He pushed her against the wall, pushing his body against hers. Roman picked her up by the legs and wrapped them around his waist. Holding her gaze, Roman smirked, and roughly pushed himself into her.
"Fight me." Roman growled.
A ripple of pain shot through her body as he feverishly worked himself in and out of her. She couldn't keep up with him, nor did she have the energy. Her entire body went limp as Roman went on as if it were nothing. The bigger man's growls drowned out her weak pleas for him to stop. As long as he was getting his rocks off or she was getting what she deserved, what did it matter? Her voice seemed to have no affect on any of the three. They went on as if this were nothing.
His thrusts were starting to slow down and his breathing was labored. Annabelle couldn't help but attempt to let out a sigh of relief. All she wanted to do was curl up into a ball on the floor and sleep for days. Possibly, wake up in a better hell than the one she was currently living.
A moan filled her ears as Roman allowed his release to flow through her. His body remained pressed against hers while he fought to get his breathing even again. When he did, he moved away from her, sending Annabelle crashing to the ground with a loud thud.
"Rest up, Princess." He said, zipping his pants up. "I'll be back later."
The brunette said nothing as he walked across the room and out into the hall. Once the door was locked behind him, Annabelle knew she had to find a way out.
"We have one week to break the bitch in." Dean said, pulling a cigarette out. "If we can't then we kill her."
"Forget asking how the meeting went." Seth smirked, propping his feet up on the table. "He's really putting a rush on having her up there, isn't he?"
"It's frustrating." He muttered, ashing his cigarette. "He fails to realize that she's stubborn. Way worse than that two toned hair chick we picked up last month. She's not afraid to run her mouth and hit back."
Seth shuddered at the mention of Kaitlyn. Like Annabelle she had fought them at every turn, but never once did she assault one of them or try to run. In fact, they had lost their patience with her so quick that she was offed a mere three hours after being brought in.
"I'll say." Seth's fingers brushed against the bandage on his head. "She hit me so hard it's making thinking difficult."
"I think that's you on a regular basis." He laughed as he brought his cigarette up to his lips. Taking a drag, he exhaled and rested his forearms on the table. Leaning forward, he made eye contact with his friend. "We need to go harder with her. I know she's closer to breaking. I saw it in her the other night."
"I'd still be careful." Seth shrugged. "Speaking from experience, the whore plots shit out."
"Vulnerability is the way to work with her." Dean smirked, putting his cigarette out. "The nicer I am to her, the more apt she is to crack. Once she's down to that level I can go back to being myself."
Seth didn't miss the smile on Dean's face. Looking at him with raised eyebrows, he tilted his head to the side. "You're going to be nice to her? I don't think it's something you can fake, Ambrose. A cold hearted psycho is what you are by nature."
"I know." He responded, his smile dropping. "At this point, I'm willing to do anything to get Hunter off our backs. If it weren't for him being persistent, I'd keep her here longer."
"Why's that?" The two toned hair man asked out of curiosity. "I'm sure there's a particular reason why you would want her to yourself longer."
Dean shrugged. "She's a hot piece of ass."
Seth only nodded his head, not entirely sure how much of that he believed. "I better get going. Roman and I are on surveillance at the house this afternoon. I'd ask if you'll be all right with the bitch alone, but I think I already know the answer."
"Naturally." Dean smiled, rising to his feet. "The handcuffs are going back on."
"I need her here right away." He slammed his hands against his desk. "I didn't put all this time and energy in having her followed around and brought in for nothing. The money I'll make off of her could be tremendous."
"I don't care if you need her here right away. She isn't in good physical condition to move forward yet." Stephanie protested. "Not to mention, she needs to grasp onto the mentality that this is her life now. She did quite a job on Seth and from what Roman told me, she tried to make a run for it. Ryback all but broke her in two. Those boys go rough on her."
"From what I hear she's stubborn." Hunter growled. "That's all fine and dandy when she's fucking someone. Everywhere else, addressing myself or clients, no way. Their job is to break her in and that's what they'll do."
"If they don't?" She asked, arching her eyebrow. "What are you going to do her?"
"Kill her." He shrugged. "I'm sure her family is searching for her by now. By the time they give up on their search for her, they'll think she's long dead anyway. Regardless, if she lives or not, she ceases to exist in society."
"It's crucial that you talk to them, Hunter. They'll kill her without even realizing it. Annabelle is putting up a strong fight, but I can tell it's just a front. It's her only way to cope with it. They need to give her a rest for at least a week."
"Absolutely not." His head shook from side to side. "She has a week to get it together or die. Her choice."
Stephanie looked at her husband in annoyance, trying very hard to contain her frustrations with him. "Call them and tell them two days without sex. I'm afraid she can't handle it."
"What part of I need her here don't you understand?"
"I understand every part of it!" Stephanie exclaimed, moving to her feet. "Keep in mind, this is my family's business and the only reason why you are here is because you're married to me. Had Shane not left, then you wouldn't be doing any of this. Keep that in mind, Hunter."
"You deal with the girls in terms of medical problems and trying to keep them healthy. You keep doing that and stay out it." He glared at her. "My job is to make sure the girls are doing their jobs and bringing in the money. Without them, we have bullshit, Steph. If it wasn't for me, this business wouldn't be existent. I made it what it is! Don't you forget it!"
"Don't you dare try to throw your weight around with me." The brunette pointed at him. "I may not be here all the time, but this is my other business. My family made this what it is. All you did tweak a thing or two. Call Dean and tell him no sex today. Let him know that I'll be there in an hour with painkillers for her."
Hunter said nothing as he watched his wife pick up her things and storm out of his office. The slamming of the door shook some of the picture frames hanging on the wall and caused them to clatter to the floor. She had never been this way when the other girls were brought around. In fact, she seemed more than willing to have them brought out to help rake up the numbers. Ever since Annabelle was even mentioned, Stephanie had seemingly wanted her with the boys longer than usual. No matter what she said, he knew it wasn't for the girl's protection, it was because of the fear that had crept up on Stephanie.
When he entered the room, he found her a naked heap on the floor. Deciding to give the nice bit a try, he effortlessly lifted her off the ground and carried her over to the bed. Laying her down, he pulled the covers over her and then got in beside her. His arms wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer to him.
"Get off me." She sleepily muttered.
"I didn't leave you in this condition this morning, which only means one thing." He whispered in her ear. "Roman had his way with you and left you on the floor like a whore."
"Sounds about right." Annabelle murmured, trying to push his arms away. "Let me rest a bit more and then I'll be at your mercy, against my will."
"You know if you gave us a chance, you'd find that we're actually sweet." He continued speaking. "Maybe you'll even come to realize that you like all this attention. Three men who are willing to fuck you whenever you want, Annabelle, is a fantastic thing. You love it all, but you're just trying to fight it because of some bullshit women's feminist movement. That women have the right to choose when they want sex and to say no. It's crap. I think you know it is, too."
"I don't want to hear it, Dean." She said, giving up on her struggle to get out his hold. "This isn't because of a movement for feminism, you asshole. This is because you're trying to strip me of my dignity and my rights as a person. I have been nothing but abused since being dragged over here."
He got out of the bed and moved around to her side of it. Kneeling down next to her, he leveled his eyes with hers, one of his hands smoothing over her hair. "I hate having to be so hard on you and having to hurt you. We all do, Annabelle. But you are the one making things hard for herself. Fighting with us and hitting back isn't the way to make it through this. If you just listen and give in to your natural needs as a woman, you'll know that I'm right. Deep down inside, you know I'm right, Annabelle. We're the good guys here, babe. We're here to help you if you would just listen."
It had been less than a day and she was already finding herself tired of fighting. Maybe, just giving in and going along with them would help her better.
"This is your life now." Dean went on. "Only if you let us help you."
"If I don't let you?" She asked, knowing the answer. "Then what happens?"
"I kill you. Not because I want to, Annabelle. It's my order that was given earlier this morning. I want you to live and go on from here. It's like we've been telling you all along, you need to listen. Seth, Roman, nor myself are prolonging the misery here, it's you. Everything that has happened is your fault, not ours. You want all the abuse to stop, then give in. I'm only telling you this because I think it's the advice you need to hear...again."
Her eyes drifted shut as she tried to shake off what he was saying. This couldn't have been all on her. It wasn't her fault. This had been all their doing. The bruises all over her and the pain Annabelle felt between her legs was all on them. She hadn't asked for any of it, nor had she signed up for it.
"Do you believe me?"
Annabelle opened her eyes and looked into his cold, lifeless blue ones. The same eyes that had beguiled her into trusting him the night before, were the same ones that were trying to do the same thing again. Trusting him, or any of the other two were out of the question.
"No."
Dean could feel his blood beginning to boil with anger. He spent all that time trying to be as sincere as possible and Annabelle was just going to spit in his face.
"I've seen what you can do, Dean, and I know that you're not being genuine. Whether or not I give in, it's always going to be the same thing."
"Hard way."
"What?"
He climbed onto the bed and straddled her, being sure to place all of his weight on her. Dean reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the handcuffs again. Wrapping them around her wrists, he snapped them shut and glared at her.
"These cuffs aren't coming off until you accept that this is what you are now, that this is what you are meant for. If I have to beat you until you're black and blue to grasp that mentality, then so be it. You could have had this the easy way, Annabelle, but you had to choose the hard way. It's all on you and your attitude now."
She gasped when Dean roughly entered her. Her stare remained on his as he forcefully moved against her. His teeth were bared and his words were barely audible. All the pain she was feeling earlier had doubled and as the days went on, it sure to triple. She had really done it now.
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