Chapter Three-Hundred and Thirty-Two
Phoebe rushed after the car that John had been loaded into, tears streaming down her cheeks as she screamed for him. "Wolf!" She sobbed, stumbling as her body began to give out. "Wolf! Come back!"
Justin slowed to a stop beside her, gathering the child into his arms. "Shh… he'll be alright." He caught one last glimpse of the license plate on the car, the number going into his mind in bare seconds. "He'll be alright."
Phoebe beat her fists into his chest, leaving tiny bruises on his pecs. "It was Ben!"
Justin pulled her away from him, looking into her dark eyes. "Who's Ben?"
Dominic stepped forward, a curse escaping under his breath. "Ben's the psycho who helped Jacob escape. He's hell bent on fucking John until he breaks his spirit."
Justin's brow furrowed, confused as to what his cousin could mean. "What?"
"Ben wants John to have sex with him. He tried it in Mexico, and in LA… now here." He let his fingers trace over the hilt of his knife, aching to draw steel on something. "He can't go through this… not again."
John groaned as Ben tightened the muzzle on his face, able to feel the leather as it bit into the bridge of his nose. He couldn't say a word, not with the leather over his face, but he sure as hell could fight. He worked at the ropes around his wrists, closing his eyes as they burned and cut his skin.
Ben hit John's chin with the crop, forcing him to lift his head and look at him. "Are you going to fight again? Or can I let you go?" He slowly moved his hands down John's arms, his lips brushing softly against his ear, down his neck, and onto the tender flesh of his collarbones. "If you try to run, or fight, I'll make sure that you feel more than just pleasure and pain."
John nodded, blowing a long breath through his nose as the ropes were cut and he was allowed to move again.
Ben smiled, able to see the relief in John's eyes and even a fracture starting in his spirit. That same spirit that had gotten Jacob thrown in prison, gotten him in so much trouble that he was now on the run 24/7. "Start stripping." He ordered. "And make it sexy."
John swallowed, pulling his sweat-soaked, blood-stained, t-shirt over his head. He dropped his gaze as Ben's eyes raked over his body, the lust in his eyes almost worse than being touched. He felt something in himself break, a single tear falling from his eye before something boomed outside.
Ben cursed, dropping his crop as he turned. "Keep it going. Maybe you'll have that sweet ass ready by the time I get back."
John nodded, his hands flying to the clasps on his muzzle as the door shut. He fumbled with the leather and metal, growling in frustration as he realized the straps were locked. He looked around wildly for something he could use as a weapon, his eyes landing on a length of pipe that he was sure Ben would have used to bash his skull in. He pounced for the pipe, wrapping his hands around it before Ben had a chance to find him.
"What the hell are you-" Ben snapped, his sentence cut short when the pipe collided with his head and knocked him out.
John bolted from the room, his hands clawing at the muzzle before he stumbled to the pavement. He wiped the tears from his eyes, blood smearing over his face from his skinned-up hands. He stumbled to his feet, shivering against the cold of the night.
His head lifted as he saw a cop car a few yards away, hope filling his chest. He bolted toward the car, falling to his knees only a few feet from the people who could help him.
The cops rushed to his side, lifting his head to see that his face was covered with a leather mask that doubled as a muzzle. "Fucking hell…" The woman cursed, lifting a knife from her belt before she cut the straps. "What happened, Sweetheart?" She asked, hardly able to recognize the famous singer who'd come to help rebuild after the hurricane. "Baby, can you tell me what happened?"
John choked on his words, too lost in shock to really register what was happening. "Momma…" He managed, his tears stinging as they ran into the cut across his nose where the mask had bitten him. "I want my Momma…"