Roman stepped out in the kitchen next day. Baron, Seth and Corey were already there eating breakfast. Roman grabbed a few pieces of toast and poured himself a cup of coffee. He sat down and started eating his bread.

"You don't want anything on it?" Seth asked.
"What's it to you?" Roman asked.
"Nothing," Seth shrugged. "It just seems weird to eat bread without anything."
"Mind your own fucking business, boy!" Roman growled.
"Wow," Baron chuckled. "What's gotten into you this morning?"

Roman forced the final piece of bread down and looked at Baron.

"Last night Seth told me he wants to fuck Bunty," Roman said.
"He what?" Baron snapped his eyes to Seth. "Are you planning on touching what's mine?"
"No, it's not like that," Seth tried defending himself. "I just figured later down the line you might need our help with her."

Baron yanked Seth up from the chair and slammed the smaller man back first down on the table. Baron kept holding Seth down while he leaned over him.

"You don't ever touch what's mine!" Baron yelled. "If I catch you near her without my permission, I'm gonna start with collecting your fingers until you have none left to touch her with."
"I won't touch her! I promise!" Seth yelled.
"I know you won't," Baron ran his tongue over his teeth. "If I need help with punishing her, I'll ask for it. You don't ever offer yourself or run your mouth like that to Roman or anyone else. And if I for some strange reason do need your help, it sure as hell won't be your dick that gets to touch her."

Baron let go of Seth and straightened his back before looking at Roman.

"Fix her a plate. I'm sure you know what she likes," Baron said.

Roman knew. He might only have known her for two months but she had shared a lot of information about herself over those two months. Nothing major like having dated a gang leader, but small information about what she liked and disliked. He quickly fixed her a plate of food and followed Baron to her room. They stepped inside and found her sitting on the bed. She had kicked off her shoes at one point but her jeans was still on.

"Breakfast," Baron said.
"I'm not hungry," Bunty said.
"You'll eat," Baron said. "Or I will force feed you. I don't care if you fucking choke on it. I'll get it down your throat."

Roman placed the breakfast down next to her and stepped back to Baron. The two men watched as she ate the food in silence. Not once did she look up at them. She concentrated on getting through the breakfast.

"Good girl," Baron mocked. "Take off your pants."
"Why?" Roman asked.
"I don't need a reason. She knows that," Baron looked at Bunty again. "Take off your fucking pants, Bunty!"

Bunty stood up and took off her jeans. Roman watched her standing there in a set of syrup brown underwear. So many times he had fantasized about her in her underwear and naked. He never thought he would experience it like this.

"Just like I remember," Baron smirked. "Okay, let's get to the play room. Get her there, Roman."

Baron walked out of the room. Roman held out his hand and sighed. Bunty walked past him and followed behind Baron without a word. It wasn't until they reached the room that Baron turned around and realized she was following without being forced. Roman was walking behind her.

"Quick learner," Baron chuckled. "Not that I'm gonna go easy on you because you obey but you do make it so much easier for me."

Baron grabbed Bunty and pushed her over to the chain that was still hanging from the ceiling.

"Down on your knees," Baron ordered.
"Do you need my help with anything else?" Roman asked.
"No, I'm good," Baron answered. "Me and Bunty are just gonna catch up."

Baron ran his knuckles down Bunty's face as a threat.

"Aren't we, darling?" Baron smirked.
"I didn't talk to the police," Bunty said.
"But you did," Baron said. "There was a secret witness. I know it was you."
"It wasn't me," Bunty said. "I swear, Baron. I'm not that stupid. I wouldn't dare do that. I'm fucking scared of you. You know that. I just wanted out of the relationship but I never talked to the police."

Roman left the room. He had a feeling Bunty wasn't lying. Once he tracked her down, he learned that she wasn't under any police protection. She had tried to keep her name, address and phone number a secret but she had messed up. She wasn't a professional. She hadn't even changed her name. She had just moved, gotten a new phone number and somehow hoped it would be enough. Roman walked out in the kitchen where Seth and Corey no longer were. He took out his phone and called his cousin Jimmy. Jimmy was a way better hacker than Roman.

"What's up, dog?" Jimmy answered the phone.
"I need your help," Roman said.
"With what?" Jimmy asked.
"I need the name of the witness in Baron Corbin's case," Roman answered. "Can you do that?"
"I can try. No promises but if there's a way in, I'll find it. I'll contact you once I know something," Jimmy said.
"Thank you," Roman said.

Roman hung up, poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down. He disappeared into daydreaming about Bunty like he had done many times before. He was ripped out of his thoughts when someone entered the kitchen. He looked up at Baron, then down at his coffee. It was cold. He had been daydreaming for a long time apparently. He looked up at Baron again who was filling the kettle with water.

"You're not a tea drinker," Roman said.
"It's not for me," Baron said. "Why is your coffee cold?"
"I think I fell asleep," Roman chuckled. "Long day yesterday."
"I can't ever thank you enough for what you've done," Baron said.
"Are you absolutely sure she turned you in for beating up that guy?" Roman asked.
"Positive," Baron answered. "And I did fucking eight months for putting that little piss-ant straight."
"You almost killed him," Roman reminded Baron.
"And police took my knuckle buster. I really liked that thing," Baron said.

The kettle clicked to indicate the water was boiled. Baron grabbed the kettle and winked at Roman before walking out of the kitchen. Roman's jaw dropped. He jumped up from the chair and ran to the hallway to see Baron turn into the room where Bunty was chained up.

Roman stood frozen in the spot. He couldn't imagine Baron go that far to pour boiling water over Bunty. Her scream suddenly tore through the hallway. Roman took a step backwards before spinning around and running for the gym.

He turned up the volume of the stereo only to turn it back down right away. Her screams eccoed through the halls while he started punching the bag as if he was trying to kill someone with his bare hands. He punched so hard that his knuckles started bleeding. He didn't care. He deserved to feel pain for playing his part in this sick thing. Her screams eventually died, and Seth came in to find him.

"We need to clean up," Seth said.

There was another tone in Seth's voice than this morning. A more humble one. Seth was scared. He had learned not to question anyone higher up in the gang.

"It doesn't look good in there. It stinks too," Seth said.

Roman growled and pushed Seth aside. He hurried through the house and into the room. Bunty was still chained like the day before. Her head was hanging low and there was vomit on the floor. The pain from the boiling water had actually made her vomit. Roman walked over and tilted her head up. There was dried vomit on her chin as well. Her eyes were closed but he could hear in her breathing she was awake.

"Fucking hell!" Roman growled.
"It's disgusting," Seth said.
"Shut up!" Roman snarled. "Just shut up and clean this place!"

Roman looked at her back. It looked bad. As if the whipping the night before hadn't been enough, the boiling water had left her skin looking even worse. If she came out of this place alive, she would bear the scars forever. He unchained her and lifted her up. She cried out in pain. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to carry on despite hurting her. He needed to get her to the medical room and take care of her. He carried her there and placed her down on her stomach on the table.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "I'm so fucking sorry, Bunty."

He wasn't a doctor. He didn't know a lot about healing people. What little he knew, he had taught himself. Since he was the only one in the house that could stitch together a wound, Baron had made Roman be in charge of anything medical. Roman had made this room what it was. He ran around and wetted cloths with cold water in an attempt to cool down her burning back. She cried out everytime he touched it.

"I have to, baby girl," he said. "I know it hurts. I'm so fucking sorry."

He managed to dry her face of vomit as well. She didn't look as beautiful anymore as she had done one day earlier. Baron was slowly breaking her down as he had promised.

"I'm gonna take care of you," he said.
"Leave," she whispered.
"I won't do that," he said. "I know you don't believe me but I never wanted any of this."