So, I am posting the last few chapters. Here is chapter 8 everyone. Hope U like it. R&R if so. ;-) XX-Kris.
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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT!
Chapter 8: Consciences and Threats!
My screams echoed off the door as Billy slammed it. I didn't have time to even make sure of what happened to Rowan. I only saw the daylight flutter into the curtains. I sobbed quietly through the tape. I wasn't too sure of my plan anymore, after this. I didn't hate Rowan enough to want him dead and seeing Billy. Kill someone who should mean as close as something can for whatever the hell he was. Bodie's voice, I'd recognized it now. "Brother, Rowan? You all right man. Oh fuck! I told you to listen." It wasn't as frantic for anything too serious. I'd grown accustomed to the sounds of dying people these past few days. He approached me savagely and ripped the tape from my lips. I choked on the cool air that swished in. My dry and sore lips appreciated the air. I didn't scream because I'd suspected that's what he wanted.
Billy stayed with his back to me and his hands on the simple beaten down dresser. His chest heaved in and out. I looked at him curious now more than afraid. There's nothing more he could do to me other than kill me. His eyes were the most luring thing about him. So dark and blue. You could feel the flames and tension rise every time those eyes opened. God forbid they are on you! They were dark and wide now, changing back with his brows. I turned my head to the side. For Lukers and Mom... This one is for them.
"You know something Billy, is it? I saw your brother Joe at the courtroom three days ago. Pretty beat up fucker if you ask me. Didn't think old Daddy had it in him. But that's what you do right? Drive people to their max; push them until they're just as miserable as you or dead like your stupid fucking brother is! Maybe all the shit you unloaded onto him." My tone low enough, spiteful and cruel radiating off of my tongue. I wasn't bringing Rowan in this now. Not when I had the chance to rile Billy Darley. I looked lowly to him, my gaze piercing his as his eyes got wider. His hands were clenching onto his belt so hard I almost thought I could hear the leather itself tearing apart. "You and me we've got nothing more to live for. Isn't that right?"
His lips curled into one another and black surfaced around his pupils. Darkening that violent ocean swarming the inside. Come on Kass you've got it in ya I know you do. Think of those times in school when you and Rowan would end up in isolation for weeks at time if not months. Rattle this bastard's cage. "Joe a touchy subject for you. Am I correct? Tell me..." I stopped myself just as he leaned his head back, sniffing. You have to do this. I know it hurts, but it's for him remember. Your brother. Your touchy subject.
I listened to my conscience's pleas. I almost felt myself sigh relief with it. The funny thing about a conscience is that it feels as if there is always someone else with you. Speaking for you. Waiting inside of you and watching as you grow up and finally become one with it. But when you have that internal voice no matter who you are, then that means you have the ability to think for yourself and grow. It also makes things hard. Your heart, your body and desires are fighting with you. Your brain on what to do. A conscience is you. One of the many parts of you. And sometimes you can bury that voice so deep beneath your muscles, the desire. Let the desire clench around your internal voice. Squeeze the life out of it. Desire to have revenge. Power, or someone.
Looking at Billy Darley my body was telling me one red and heated thing. My brain was being obliterated inside of my skull that was pounding. My voice was inside the middle of me. Smirking on the inside I continued my rampage to rattle his metal cages. "Bastard. Your parents ever call you that? Joe and you ever fight? How hard was it to gain such a gang only to have it all snatched from you like the bridges you've burned in your miserable fucking life-" I was cut off sharply as his hand connected with my face? I smirked darkly. "Oh come on Billy you can do better than that, can't you? I like to feel the pain and blood. Worthless piece of shit. Can't even hit a woman right-" Again I was cut off, but my head flew around the room with my vision as my face hit the pillow? The already aching pain and blood swirled inside of my mouth. I placed my tongue on my tooth to make sure it was still intact this time.
He'd hurt me before, but I couldn't let him know that. His hands ripped the sheet away from between my legs and instantly my smirk fell and conscience felt a wave approaching it. No. No. Stay with me Kassia. Don't do this please. He slapped me once more before doubling his fist and throwing it into my stomach. My entire body arched up off of the bed and I yanked at my restraints wildly trying to grasp onto my stomach. I gasped for air and wheezed out when I felt a painful flush sweep in. He jerked me up close to his face, his hot breath on my ear. "You're the one without any family Kassia. At least my brother loved me. Which is more than I can say for you. I'm glad you didn't kill yourself before I got the chance to have rounds with you. Such a beautiful piece of skin."
His fingers traced across my bare breast and I jerked up again whimpering as my stomach pulled. "Arching up already?" He stood up and unzipped his pants. Setting on the side of the bed he ran his hand up and along my bare leg to my thigh. He retracted his back lightly across my thigh before separating my legs. The muscles fought against him. He pushed my legs open and moved his hand up my right thigh. He retracted his fingers away like something hadn't been right. "Fuck. Damn, I didn't think you'd bleed a fucking field Kassia" He shook his head looking at his blood-covered fingers. The tone was completely spiteful and sarcastic. "It's a good thing it stopped because I'm not done with you yet." He pushed his pants down and I turned my head.
"See I've got a fucking problem. I'm not liken' what Rowan said to me." His face dark as his hand rubbed my cheek. "Don't you dare." I cried.
"I didn't knock the little fuck. He needed a good one on one with the silver bullet anyhow. He'll just be hopping around like a fuckin' jack rabbit until I decide when it's time to put him down. Or..." He trailed off. Tears were building quickly behind my eyes, but I fought them off. "Or I can give the choice to you. You see," He spoke lowly climbing just to the edge of my locked knees. " He's your fuckin' friend and Bodie's brother. He could be of use someday. In my fucking view you have one choice bitch. You can either keep giving me trouble or thinking that just because you went to some million-dollar baby fuck up school that you can outwit me?" He shook his head. " You see when you're in my end of this fucking sewer, just like I told your Daddy, I say who lives and I say who dies. But you're smarter than Nick aren't you? Looker like your mother. To bad about her. I don't think she could have taken me though." I jerked wildly.
" Joe looked at you like you were the golden ticket. If there's one thing else that I can give him it was you. You belong to me. Even when you're dead. Because I'm you're fucking life and death!" His breath hot against my face now. "Now as I was sayin' Rowan is a fuckin' problem. I mean look at how he treated ya. Betrayal and disloyalty is far worse than death. How about that bitch?" I sucked in sharp gust of air with my tears.
No! Don't let him turn this around on you. You had this keep it going Kassia!
He jerked my chin roughly to his face directly. "If you keep givin' me trouble well then I'm just gonna have to plant a silver bullet right in that motherfucker's head. Or one for the heart. Whatcha think, both? Unless you make the gutter's run more smoothly. Ya fuckin' get it?" He growled.
Not Rowan. He didn't know. How the hell does Billy know? I can't do this. I can't let this happen!
He's coaxing you, Kassia don't! Don't!
I have too... I have too....
I closed my eyes as the tears fell from underneath the lashes and slowly I let my knees open. My hands fell silent as he whispered into my ear. "You can come for me this time."
I felt him slide into me and I closed my eyes and let it all float away from me. Everything. My last tries of salvation for myself and for my family. Gone. And now I had to be. The tables were slashed in half and silent. Billy Darley had me now and there was nothing I could do, but let my body falter against his.
Please..... Don't do this. You're better than this.
Not anymore. Gone. You're gone.
Kassia! I closed off as the chill hit my body and I arched up to his strong forward thrust. I moaned into it and held onto the metal post so bad the imprint of it was starting to stick within my skin and make it red. Billy growled and sped up faster. I crossed my tired legs around him and pushed him inside more. The conscience wearing thin as he tore through it and captivated it. With himself and his manhood. I felt the friction built up and my desire tore off through my veins. Burning like fire as his hands dug into my wrist. He pulled my thigh apart wider and grinded harder up against me before lifting upwards. I felt someone who was not me. She was sinking father and farther in as his smirk and dark eyes held power and proud of making me humiliated and festered out.
He lifted himself and his muscles stretched as he leaned farther back. The tears were my emotion surfacing as he let my hand binds go and grinned darkly lying back. Did he just?
"I wouldn't baby. You won't even make it that far. Up and move." I lay with wide eyes on my knees in the middle of the bed. "I-" he jerked my by my arms up and onto him. "Straddle me." He demanded. His fingers made the shape of a gun form. I gritted my teeth and set up on him. I wasn't quite sure how to do this. "Just slide down it." He growled satisfaction in his tone. I lifted myself up and moved myself over him. I bit my lip as I impaled myself onto him. I shut my eyes tightly and fought back the physical tears as I was being torn beyond my new limits. "Fuck." I cried.
"Hurt?"
"Shut your mouth!" I snapped without much breath able to the sentence. He leaned his head back before pressing his hands into my thighs. "Fuck this." I growled and thrust down into him as hard as I could. Maybe it'll hurt the fucker? His husky voice let a low rumble come from his throat and roll out. It made me buck against him. I gasped. "God damn..."
"Well look at that Hume. You can take me all the way." He grabbed hands and attached them to his warm chest. He pressed his hips up, warming me not to test him. I started to rock back and forth, gently at first. The feeling of fullness and pain were tearing through my lower body. I clawed his chest and threw my head back. Letting the adrenaline and friction take me over. All the while fighting the tears back and keeping Rowan stored in the back of my mind. My hips pumped themselves up and down with his jerking below me. He pulled up fast and shoved me against him. His heartbeat strong and rough. Those dark eyes locked on me and his forehead went against mine. His goatee rough. The muscles in his neck flared out as he thrust deeper, his hands on my back. My breast against his chest. The sweat forming. I felt the fire burn through my muscles and he grinned darkly.
"Well, I think we both feel that." He jerked up into me. I threw my head back and his tongue brushed right below the hollow line to my chin. To the base of my throat. "I can make you ride this out. Give ya a choice when you wanna explode." He slowed the thrust until he knew my body was begging, whimpering for him to keep going.
My hands dug into his shoulders as the blood, sweat and tears rolled through. My core was heated and pulsing far to dangerously. His dark eyes connected with me and he slithered himself around the wet slippery friction below us. "Fuck." I whimpered.
"I-I." Moaned out loosing my breath as my eyes shut.
"Keep them open." And about that time he lifted his strong form up onto his knees on the bed taking me with him. I circled my feet around his waist and locked them together. His hands pulled me roughly against him and we both let out short, but deep growls. He hauled me up and off the bed and the air swished against my back as he slammed me into the wall.
The more I tried to fight the more I thought about Rowan and what Billy had done to him already. Who else would scarred? Billy knew this as he pulled my thighs over his strong wrist and hoisted me up the cracked wall higher. My hands went for his shoulders to dig in and cause him the same amount of physical pain I was being caused, that not being near possible right now, but maybe a little pain. His hands dropped my thighs and I had to keep them locked around his waist so I didn't fall to the floor. My legs already a puddle of jello and the muscle spas med out of control.
He pinned my hands above my head darkly and I fought with his hands hitting what was next to me. Something, which appeared to be glass as it, broke with a loud sound and Billy grinned into my lips as he cleared the side of this table with his hand and threw me down onto it. Catching my head with his hand. "Can't have you passing out. That would just take all of the fun away." And he pulled himself from me and traveled downward. Goosebumps shot up all over my body as his hot breath hit each part of my legs. He pushed them open and stood up straight, his form tall. He slammed forward making my back arch off the hard wooden stand I was perched on. "Fuck god..." I whimpered out.
"You got somethin' to say Hume?" And by that I knew what he wanted and my desire knew it to. I used the last remains of strength left in my legs to pull him forward and secure myself tightly against him. "Harder!"
"Harder?" His voice smirking now. "Did you say harder my little orphan?" My blood boiled and I jerked against him harshly pulling him forward.
He moved against me again. The tightening became a fizzle now and the burning soared downward. I felt him now and I bit my lip as the pain came. "That's it," His voice dark again. He sped up even more and the burning became a fire like torture. "You like it faster don't you?"
"Shut the fuck up-" I was caught off guard as the whimper came from my throat and the spasm made me arch up off the table; my hands dug into the wood. He growled and that is when everything started to spin including my head. Everything went numb and dark, the last thing I could feel was Billy pumping against me on final time and the heat was left to air the room itself. He put me back on the bed and let the restraints go for now.
His voice came back into my ear. "I'll be back soon bitch. There's a shower in the door to you're right. Clean yourself up and feel free to use the razor anyway you'd fuckin' like. But know I can make and cut clean. So trying to kill yourself won't help." He laughed darkly and I heard the door slam. My internal voice was screaming at me and fighting with my desire and body for giving in so easily. It doesn't matter if it's Rowan Kassia.
"Shut up." I screamed out into the room. This wasn't over and it wouldn't be for a long time.
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