Harlow isn’t emotionless, this proves it. She’s simply lost who she was in the dark of night and needs to be shown the way back to the light of day.
Chapter Five
Harlow
Present Day
There are days where you just want to throw in the towel and say fuck it. Then there are days when it’s just beaten out of you and you say just kill me now. Well right this moment, I’m somewhere well passed fuck it and kill me. More like put the gun to my temple and end the misery that has become my life.
The day Tinsley had her baby, Chase, I should have stayed and seen where things might have gone with Ranger. Only if I’d done that he would have been killed. I made the right decision by leaving. None of them deserve to be harmed in any way, besides they have their own problems to deal with where I have mine.
Hence the reason I’ve been chained to a wall for the past God knows how many days it’s been. I lost count after the first month they snagged me which was about three weeks after leaving the hospital. I’d been taken in by the organization, tested for STDs, and such and they found out I was a virgin, they changed course where I was concerned. Ezra, the head honcho, he decided I wasn’t to be sold but kept as his own little pet. When he realized I wouldn’t submit to him and spread my legs wide and let him take what he wanted, Ezra chained me in a cell he’d built into the basement of his three-story mansion.
I’d been brought out of my cell every so often and it was only to find out if I was ready to submit. When I refused, by either curling my lip up at Ezra and spitting at him or by fighting the men holding me, I was punished severely. If I thought carrying the scar on my face was horrible it’s nothing compared to having Ezra’s brand marking my hip and the lacerations covering the backs of my thighs and the entirety of my back with the cat o’ nine tails whip he uses personally while his guards held me down.
During the days after the beatings, I’m left alone without anything to eat or drink. No one is allowed to come in here until Ezra himself comes. As he says, I am his own personal pet and he will make me submit to him before he takes my body.
Groaning, I rock my head side to side with a sense of lightheadedness hitting me. Why did I leave that day again?
Oh right, to keep those I love the most safe from what goes bump in the night. Raven and Victoria nor any of the other women who belong to men of the Devil’s Riot MC should have to worry about anything else besides taking care of their families. I’d found out something very important the day they took me. Something I knew I had to get to Trevor, only I didn’t get to send all of what he needed, along with my location.
Yeah, you could say I was screwed up one side and down the other right about now. There was no hope in getting me out of here anytime soon.
I should kick myself for allowing this to happen.
Here I am the fuckin’ Harpy chained in a basement, starved to the point my ribs were showing and I’d lost my toned stomach. Honestly, were I stand now, I wouldn’t be able to hold my own against anyone who tried to force themselves on me.
The sound of the door creaking open causes me to stiffen.
Great, it’s time for my next beating.
The footsteps coming down tell me Ezra’s not alone. Normally when he comes down, he’s by himself. That is until I refuse to give in, then he calls up to his goon squad and has them come down to help him in making me suffer.
The lights come on as Ezra takes the last step blinding me against its brightness.
“Ah, my sweet pet, how are you doing today?” Ezra asks in greeting. Three men step behind him, two of them I know as part of his goon squad, the other one looked a little nerdy, with his black framed glasses, hair parted to the side, and a lab coat over a white dress shirt. To top off the guys outfit he had on a freaking bowtie.
What the hell? Who wears bowties anymore unless it’s with a tuxedo. Even then most of the time they have ties that go down the front.
Yeah, I’ve completely lost my mind now.
“Same as last time,” I croak, my head lobbing to the side focusing on Ezra.
“I can see you are in the mood to fight me this morning; however, I have other things in mind,” he states, clapping his hands in front of him.
“And that would be,” I probe sarcastically.
Instead of Ezra answering me, he instead steps to the side and holds his arm out in my direction. “Please, Dr. Bailor, administer what you must.”
“Yes, sir. Are you sure she will be a good candidate for this?” Dr. Bailor asks.
“She will but we’ll know for sure when the drug takes effect won’t we.” Wait what the hell are they talking about? What drug?
“Heavenly Rose hasn’t been tested but on one other person. I will not know the outcome of her actions without monitoring her and if it all goes the way we hope, I’d maybe suggest moving her within the hour to a room upstairs, clean her up, and prepare for what she’ll do,” Dr. Bailor states to Ezra though his gaze stays on me longingly.
Heavenly Rose?
Sounds more like the name of a flower.
“It’s already being arranged for her to be placed in my room as we speak. Now do your job before I kill you myself,” Ezra commands
