Written in the Scars (The Damaged Souls #1)

Reagan

Screams of anger and frustration muffled by the tape across my mouth.

FUCKING NATHAN!!

I try to wrap my head around what the fuck is going on, why he has me here and what the fuck did I do to deserve this!

I’m staring into his bright blue eyes, eyes I once thought were kind, eyes I once imagined looking up at me from between my legs.

Who the fuck is this man, really? My eyebrows crease at the thought, my stomach twists from the nausea.

“Not who you expected, ay, Doll?”

His tone is playful, his face twisting into a creepy smile, he brings himself to his feet, staring down at my naked sprawled body.

He reaches down, his fingers making contact with my ankle, just above the rope holding me in place.

“It’s a shame, all those scars… They ruin what could have been a masterpiece.”

His fingers travel up my leg as he goes on, I squeeze my eyes closed.

I can’t stop whatever he is planning but I can keep myself from watching.

“I guess, I’ll have to make some minor adjustments, something to deter my focus from someone else’s claim.”

My scars are not of someone else’s claim, but proof that I am a warrior, I won the battle and the war, or so I continue to try.

I shake my head, internally begging for him to stop touching me, to stop talking.

“You know, if you had just played nice from day one, we wouldn’t be here, Doll, sending you off to snoop on my own dirty little secret just made it somewhat easier for you to become an added extra.”

I give myself whiplash as I look back at him, a questioning look across my tear-streaked face.

“I knew you’d never find anything until I found you.

It was the easiest game of cat and mouse yet.”

His fingers are getting closer to the bundle of nerves between my legs, I try to tense, to close my legs.

“You can’t stop me Doll, you're all mine, even he won’t find you.”

His tone is dark and dirty.

He? Is he talking about Orion?

His finger reaches my center, I’m a writhing mess, my muffled screams only egging him on to touch me more.

His palm sits unmoving between my legs, he begins to lean closer to me, adding slight pressure, his other hand reaching down as he strokes along the natural curve of my breast, bringing the tips of his finger to my nipple, attempting to tease with a slight pinch.

The feeling makes me want to vomit.

“Not yet, Doll!”

He winks, his face lighting up as he removes his hands from me and turns away with a tainted chuckle.

Not yet? Not ever!

The familiar sound of the metal trolley rings throughout the room.

“You might not want to watch this part”

shaking my head, I try to fight him from bringing the blindfold back over my eyes, the searing pain of the tape being removed only brings more tears to fall from my eyes.

“Deep breaths Doll, you’re going to need to stay still.”

What the fuck is he doing.

“No, Nathan, please…”

the tape is replaced with another piece of fabric being shoved so far into my mouth I gag at the intrusion.

“Oh Doll, you sound so perfect begging my name.”

I scream, biting down on the fabric in my mouth as the burning pain radiates through my body, what the fuck has he done to me.

“That’s it, Doll, scream for me!”

He’s getting off on my pain, getting off on defacing my body.

I cry harder, the pain and fear from what feels like him carving me between my thighs.

I try to calm myself as the pain subsides, adrenaline begins to course through my veins as my body finally goes into fight or flight, but I can’t do either.

I’m stuck here, for him to chop me up into nothing.

More screams erupt from me as he inflicts more pain on me, this time further up my body.

What man wants a woman with a hack job cunt?!

He cut off my fucking nipples! That’s all I can think he has done to me, the pain is excruciating.

I can’t breathe, my vision depleting as I begin to see stars.

His hand is tight around my throat and this is it.

This is my end.

I defeated one monster years ago, killed him and fought my way back into a normal life.

Only to be brought down by the hands of another.

Orion

Selene wasn’t much help, she was hostile, thinking I had chased out of the city or murdered her.

Which she admitted to telling the police, much good they are since I haven’t heard a peep from them.

I tried to console her, reassuring her I’m doing everything I can to find .

I make a quick stop at home, changing into black jeans and a black hooded jumper, grabbing my pistol out the safe and tucking it safely into the back of my jeans.

I head straight for Crawl, walking the same route would have taken.

I reach the point where she was last seen by the cameras, watching everyone and everything.

I move closer to the bar's entrance and wait, I just need one small snippet of information of where to go next, someone who can help lead me to her.

Two and a half hours later, the security guard kindly brought me a coffee .

He's been keeping tabs the past few nights, but apart from the usual, nothing has stood out to him.

I go to take a sip, my thirst interrupted.

Who wears a suit with that sort of price tag to this bar, the three-piece suit would tally to more than some of these peoples rent for the month.

He walks by me to the staired entrance, offering me a nod in passing.

I watch as he goes, placing my coffee on the ledge.

He stops at the bottom step, looking around him before carrying on up the path.

I follow, keeping my distance.

I try to bury the feeling of hope, I have to prepare myself for the worst.

Yet this man may not know anything.

He slips in the dark alley just past the building of Crawl and disappears to the side.

Keeping myself in the shadows, I’m wrapping my fingers around the grip of my pistol.

Passing quickly under the orange lights, I creep closer to find a parked black SUV.

Frank mentioned her having a close call with an SUV, my heart rate quickens as the anticipation of finding or finding out what’s happened to her grows stronger.

The suited man isn’t in sight now, as I slowly make my way round the front of the car.

I hear muffled voices coming from behind a door, quickly putting myself behind a bin as the door latch clicks from being unlocked.

“No, it’s a quiet one tonight.

Just head out and do the usual rounds, he said”.

Three men exit the door, heading to the car, the taller one giving the orders.

HE said? Who said?

Once the car has pulled away, I manage to jimmy the door open, not the best security for whatever underground business this is.

I’m going to have to get Frank to do a more in-depth investigation next time if there is a next time.

There's only one way to go, down.

I make my way down the staircase, careful to not alert anyone of my intrusion.

It's quiet, only the faint sound of Crawl from above.

Meeting the bottom floor, there’s a long walkway, four doors and a left turn at the end.

I carefully peek through each door as I snake past to the end of the corridor.

The place looks abandoned, apart from the last room, furnished with sofas, a large, wooden table with six chairs and a TV, it's on but there’s no sound coming from it.

I turn the corner, one door and T junction await me.

Air fills my lungs as I regain consciousness, the fabric has been removed from my mouth and the blindfold taken off my eyes.

Looking around the room as I regain my vision, Nathan isn’t here.

A sigh of relief fills the air and then it all comes rushing back, the pain.

The tortuous fire that burned through my entire body.

I blink my eyes, trying to hold back the tears, fear of looking at the marks he has left upon me.

Taking a deep breath, I raise my head to look down at myself.

My eyes widen at what I find, my head falling back onto the mattress, and I let it all out, the screams, the tears, the fear, the anger, and frustration.

My body is shaking as much as it can.

I exhale it all.

The metal bed frame shaking with me, and there it is.

Hope.

They both made the same mistake.

In my weakened state he didn’t tie my hands to the frame very well.

I take a deep breath and begin to think of how I get out of this, I don’t know where I am, or where he is.

It's not a matter of just getting free from this room but getting free from where I’m being held.

Is there anyone else here? I heard a few voices when I first woke days or weeks ago, are they still here? I begin to observe everything around me and what I can use to my advantage.

Apart from the wooden chair and the trolley there isn’t much.

The trolley, I try to stretch my neck to see if he left his torture devises behind.

But its too high up and I don’t want to loosen my hands too soon.

If he walks in and I’m unprepared I am definitely dead.

Looking back down at my body my eyes meet again with the sparkle of four silver balls, two aside each of my nipples.

The fucker pierced me, PIERCED ME in a dark dingy room, who fucking knows what’s infections I could get down here.

I begin to laugh, I bloody laugh, not exactly the right situation to be laughing but here I am laughing.

I’m startled as the door abruptly swings open, Nathan’s face, riddled with confusion as he watches me laughing.

And I don’t stop, I carry on, ignoring his confusion.

“Something funny, Doll?”

He stands above me, eyeing up his handy work.

My laughter subsides as I notice he’s left the door open.

“It seems you’re in better spirits”, that creepy smile forms along his face again.

Kneeling down next to me he slowly strokes over the marks he has left on me, my stomach twists at each sensation.

“Hmmm, I think I did a good job, what do you think?”

his face angling closer to my body as he takes my nipple into his mouth, pain and nausea radiate through me.

My body involuntary gags, causing him to bite in response, a sharp cry leaving my mouth.

“I think we should do the same to your cock, if they make bars small enough”

my mouth blurts the words out fast, too fast for my brain to register what I was saying.

The back of his hand swings fast and hard against the side of my face, wincing at the pain vibrating through my jaw, it's nothing compared to what he has already done.

“Oh, Doll, let me show you my masterpiece”

He rips off his shirt, it's nothing I haven’t seen before, general hot guy muscles, impressive but not enough to make my knees wobble.

He begins to remove his trousers, and I know what’s coming.

This is my chance! Play the part, .

He stands tall over me, completely naked, I can’t help but look at his cock as the glisten of precum dribbles down his shaft meeting the several silver bars evenly spaced.

“I’m not going to muzzle you, I want to hear you begging my name, as your body defies you and gives itself to me.”

He makes a huge mistake as he unties my ankles, throwing me over onto my stomach.

My new piercings are catching on the material below and the sudden pain is increasing my adrenaline.

He launches his body on top of me, pushing me further into the mattress, I don’t beg him to stop, I know that’s what he wants.

One hand wrapping in my hair the other forcing my legs further apart, then I feel it, the head of his cock, stroking at my entrance.

I hear him spit before I feel the warm saliva coat my slit.

Knowing he’s focused, I bring my lower back and ass up with force, lifting him enough to bring my knee up and kick back like a pissed off horse.