The Silence That Surrounds

Sophia’s POV:

Jonathan was the last to finish with me. His hand gently massaging the right side of my swollen cheek that Steel had caused when I wasn’t performing to his expectations. He demanded attention and so he made sure I didn’t fall back into my own world of fantasy. I wish I could but I was forced to watch man after man, feel body after body and the way they brutally forced themselves into me. I could only lay there and recollect on the loss of my innocence – I had been a virgin and now my hymen was stretched and torn beyond recognition. I felt blood running down between my legs and their cum oozing in sticky globs running down my stomach and vagina, intermixing with the blood. I was a mess and I prayed for a small mercy of a shower. I just wanted to wash away their touch with the hottest water possible and in a safe haven behind closed doors where no one could see my pain. I wanted to cry until I no longer had tears left to shed. I wanted to die because everything felt so hopeless. I offered everything I could, I begged for my virtue and all it got me was mocked – all I heard was the cruelty of their laughter.

“I’m sorry Ms. Stone,” Jonathan whispered, making me look into his young eyes. They were no longer innocent. They hadn’t been for a while. He saw things, he’s done things –his innocence was lost. “I’m really sorry.” He repeated, reaching over and kissing my temple before sliding off me and walking out of the room to join his gang. All that remained was Damien.

I turned my head weakly to see him still standing in the corner, the same smirk he had worn hours ago. It had no dropped from his face and his eyes sparked with delight that it was finally his turn.

“I promised that I’d save the best for last, Ms. Stone and unlike the rest of the greedy bastards, I intend to make it enjoyable for both of us. By the time I’m through, you will be screaming my name, begging me to stop.” He chuckled and came forward, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand going to my inner thigh and wiping away the excess blood and cum the others had left.

I flinched at his touch, my mouth opening in a strangled cry.

“P-please Master – pl –“Damien put the bloody cum covered hand to my mouth, shutting it over and sealing my lips underneath the sticky mess, silencing my pathetic begging, my hoarse voice choking soundlessly underneath his strong limb.

“Tut, tut, tut, Ms. Stone. No ruining the moment, I really don’t want to have to gag you. Your mouth will help to achieve many things in this session and who knows, it might serve you some purpose if you ever meet a man – if you get out of here alive that is. I’ll be honest, I don’t see much potential in you other than a good fuck. It depends how you handle getting me my money will I consider keeping you around – though the thought of my own person toy excites me. It’s been a long time, Ms. Stone and depending how well you satisfy me tonight, will I consider letting you keep on breathing tomorrow. So do me a favor, don’t disappoint me.” He growled the last part, his other hand going to my neck, pressing down on the sensitive windpipe. I gasped in panic as my airway was abruptly cut of oxygen. With his other hand still pressed to my mouth, I was suffocating.

Christian growled out through his gag, biting down hard on the cloth and jerking his hands to the side to dislodge the rope, none of which did any good.

“For a sixteen year old, Chris-Chris, you are astonishingly odd. You’ve only just met this girl today and yet you feel the need to protect her. I will need to break you of that myself and when I’m done, you get to take Ms. Stone and clean her up. Every action is all a false sense of security – you will eventually come to find that out.” Damien smirked, releasing my throat and grabbing my hair, pulling it painfully so my eyes met his face. “Sophie, come on and look at me. Look at your Master.” He cooed sarcastically.

I simply looked up into his dark olive eyes, a sob now escaping my lips but he shushed me again almost right away, his disgusting hand never ungagging me. I felt the stickiness of the cum and the foul smelling copper of blood, it made me gag but I had no strength to upchuck anything. I was weak. Mentally, physically and emotionally.

“What a good girl.” Damien smirked, my eyes now focusing fully on the monster, the drying tears leaving a visible trail of pain in my blue orbs, lightening them in the barely there light of the darkness.

I heard a quiet sigh from Harry. He had been tied back up but he hadn’t been gagged. Harry had given his father his word of silence and so far, he remained true to his promise. The other men in Harry’s gang still remained tied up and securely gagged. I don’t know their reactions or what ran through their minds, mine was moving from one thought to the next, rapidly but sluggish. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but my painful and the sticky fluid that was between them.

“Now, I’m going to release your pretty little mouth and the only things I want to hear out of it are yes Master Styles and the sounds of you choking on my cock and swallowing my cum like a good little guzzling slut, you hear me, slag?” Damien growled, fisting my hair painfully before my head was raised and smashed down on the mattress. It didn’t hurt but it was enough warning to know what would happen if I disobey.

When Damien removed his hand I took in a shaky breath.

“Y-yes Master Styles.” I croaked out in a sob, his body slowly crawling on top of me while his hand went to one of my cuffs.

“Good, very good my little fuck toy. Now, I’m going to let your hands free and you are going to sit up and undress me. You pull anything and I mean ANYTHING, I will fuck you till you beg me to fucking kill you, do you understand?” He threatened his hand dropping to above my head and massaging my hair softly.

“Maybe someone should make sure she doesn’t? Have them stand at the foot of the bed, keep guard.” Harry suggested in boredom, watching the scene with his normal dead emotion.

“Oh? Am I supposed to believe you would make her cooperate? If memory serves me correctly, you weren’t even willing at first, son. So how do I know if I appoint you the task that you won’t stab me in the throat with my own knife?” Damien laughed, hearing the anger in his son’s voice past the calm exterior.

“You don’t. Niall would best be suited. His reflexes are much better than mine anyway.” Harry awkwardly shrugged with his hands tied behind him. The most infuriating thing was the fact that they pretended I wasn’t even there.

“Niall? Hmm – alright.” Damien agreed with a smirk before whistling.

A young boy about Christian’s age came in.

“Yes, Master Styles?” He bowed respectfully, coming in fully, his hair wet – as if he had just gotten out of the shower – Jonathan, his name was Jonathan from what I remember.

“Untie Niall, he will make sure Ms. Stone stays compliant and if he doesn’t, I will personally pull the trigger and wash my hands of the both of them. That’s the last warning I issue while I’m here. The next warning has a bullet with someone’s name on it. AM I CLEAR?” His voice raising at the last part in authority.

“Crystal clear, Master Styles.” Harry remarked sarcastically before giving a snort. He was playing tough but Master Styles didn’t seem to notice or care.

I didn’t reply but my eyes widened at his command. He was mad –a bloody nutter.

He turned toward me and repeated the question.

“Yes Master Styles.” I gulped, my body shaking in such horror that I felt lightheaded, like I was going to pass out at any moment. I knew if I didn’t catch my breath and control my anxiety, there was a good possible chance I would. Crying wasn’t helping my case much either but Damien didn’t even address that.

“Good. Jonathan? Untie Niall. Niall? You are to stand here at the head of the bed and if Ms. Stone should try something, you will stop her. Understood?”

Jonathan was over to Niall before I could blink and pulling the gag from his mouth.

“Yes, Master Styles.” Niall whispered submissively.

Jonathan untied the blonde and he came to stand at his appropriate place above my head. I just stared into Niall’s light blue eyes and felt a familiar sense of calmness go through me.

“Your feet will remain cuffed, Ms. Stone because your hands, my pretty whore, will be doing most of the work and your sweet little mouth will be doing the rest.” I could hear the smirk in his tone and flinched when he reached into his jeans pocket and brought out the handcuff key to my handcuffs. His body was still on top of me.

“Master Styles, please –“I begged again weakly, feeling a harsh stinging slap to my cheek. He had slapped me hard across the face as hard as he could, I could feel the handprint bruise forming – I knew it was going to leave a deep dark mark.

“One more time, just one more time Ms. Stone. If you talk without permission again, you will be gagged and fucked until I hear you beg to die. I surely am hoping that you talk out of turn because I want to screw you until I’m so soft that I can’t get it up anymore and by that time – you will have fucking died from how hard my cock punctured your cunt. So do yourself a favor and be fucking quiet!” He growled, his olive eyes growing to an almost dark black.

My hands dropped from the cuffs then and I put them to my eyes, letting out a few painful cries. I was so beside myself that nothing registered. I felt like this was all for nothing. I wanted to help Harry – I wanted to help them, I wanted to because I just wanted this all to end. I didn’t want to suffer anymore. I accepted death and now, I almost wished Harry had pulled the trigger.

Damien moved back so he was straddling my hips, allowing me to sit up. I obeyed his silent order, the tears leaking down my face which he gently wiped away.

I flinched at his touch but he reached over, his acid lips burning deeply as he kissed the bright red mark on my cheek.

I closed my eyes and jerked my head away with a pained gasp but his hand wrapped into my long red hair and seized it roughly.

“Nu-uh Ms. Stone. I want you to take your hands and unbutton my leather jacket. You will do this slow and you will do this like we are lovers. Don’t ruin the moment darling by getting tripped up by details, just do as I say and we will get along grand. If you’re a really good girl, I might just eat you out but Master comes first, yeah?”

My hands shook as I grasped the thick hard buttons to his leather jacket, struggling to undo them, whimpering softly as they refused to move. His hands grasping over mine to stop me.

“Slow, baby girl. Do it slow, like this – here, let Master show you.” He smiled, his olive eyes now lightened in amusement as I stared at them deeply, my own blues entranced at the pure soullessness that surrounded this man.

He forced my fingers within his, my flesh still shaking but I tried to contain my tears, fear was overtaking my rational thinking and it scared me to know that if I fucked this up I would be punished – punished for my imperfections, punished for being a virgin, punished for being born. There was no fairness in this game of darkness, there were no winners.

He forced my fingers on the button and with a little maneuvering it popped open.

“That’s my girl, here, one more time.” He murmured gently, forcing me to open another button, the leather now parting and exposing a small portion of his white undershirt. “Now, you do the rest, no need to be terrified, love. We’re both going to enjoy this.” He promised softly, his mouth finding mine.

I whimpered but let my shaking hands reach for another button, only three more to unhook but I couldn’t stop the silent tears and I couldn’t stop my fear. I hurt so much, the pain radiating up my body as my lower half protested. He enjoyed the broken stare and petty anguish.

“S-sorry Master Styles.” I stuttered when I couldn’t get the button undone but I physically couldn’t.

Niall sighed quietly and bent down to my ear, his voice soft and soothing, his eyes filled with concern, knowing I was testing Damien’s patience.

“Lass, calm down, please calm down before we all get punished. Do as he wants, you have no choice. None of us have, please Ms. Stone, I don’t want to die. I don’t want anyone to die,”

Though his eyes held all the sympathy in the world, his voice pleaded with me to lock my emotions away – hide them like a coward and roll over to the monster in front of me. I didn’t want to submit, I didn’t want to submit.

“I don’t want to.” I blurted out in a desperate sob, which made Niall swallow thickly and Damien to snap from his own world, his fingers having helped me with another button before pausing.

“Don’t you, Ms. Stone?” Damien questioned icily and before I could blink his hands gripped roughly around my throat.

Harry snorted again.

“This whole display is pathetic, dad. If you want things done, as a whole, you do something for a purpose. The only people in this room watching this little display don’t give a shit. By all means, continue your little show but if you want to make an example, make it to the right people. If you want to get information faster, hurt the ones she is closest with. We need information from her brother and all you’re doing is thinking with your dick. If you truly want to take over her father’s company like you claim – you will stop entertaining us and entertain her brother; that is how you get information – that is how you get cooperation.” Harry exploded, his voice ringing off the walls, he was strong but not confident. He just fed his father an idea to end their torture from having to watch and Sophia’s – the girl’s bruised and battered body just sat there shaking and Harry could no longer stomach to look at her disgusting, broken figure. He wanted to end the long standoff. Get the information from Dylan and put the girl to rest in the ground like he regretted not doing in the first bloody place.

Damien’s eyes lit up in recognition of an idea before he released me.

“Jonathan? Bring Junior Stone out. Make sure he is securely restrained and gagged. The blindfold and sound deprivation are not needed for the time being, I want him hear this. Make sure you have an older member helping you, get Colton.” Damien ordered, making Jonathan bow his head.

“Yes, Master Styles.” He relented and went to get Dylan.

When everything was quiet again Damien finished undoing his jacket and throwing his clean white undershirt off. I watched, my eyes never leaving his, his thighs still straddling mine. I swallowed.

“Master Styles, please don’t, please don’t make him watch. Do whatever you want to me but don’t –“

“Shut up, Ms. Stone.” Harry barked harshly, making my eyes widen, breaking my stare with Damien and looking at Niall, pleading with him silently.

“What is any of this proving? Why are you doing this? Why is this happening? Harry, why? I don’t want him involved!” I screamed in panic as Damien suddenly forced my body back on the bed and Niall quickly took my hands to cuff them back on the bed.

“NO! Niall, Master Styles, no! God please no!” I begged, struggling against the cuffs as I looked up in time to see Niall untying the gag that had been handing down from when Jonathan had ungagged him. He easily untied the cloth and forced the knotted part into my mouth, his hands making quick work on securing it in the back.

“God can’t save you Ms. Stone – no one can.” Damien smirked, moving his hands to his tight jeans and pulling them off with ease, his figure never moving from my inner thighs.

I looked to Niall desperately, his eyes remained softened but it was clear he was terrified and wasn’t going to help.

“Nm!” I protested again, my breath leaving my nose as I forced the stale air out and struggled to bring in pure oxygen. Unfortunately the whole basement smelled of cold sex and blood.

“Steady easy, lass. You’re alright. Everything is going to be okay,” Niall reassured calmly, looking up into the disapproving eyes of Damien Styles. He instantly looked away. “My apologies, Master Styles.”

“You’re not but you will be. Fortunately for you, I have bigger fish to catch right now and by the end of the night, Ms. Stone and her brother are going to give me what I need or Harry will be digging two graves. Right now, shut the fuck up and let me have my fun.” Damien growled, not happy about having to chain me up again but at least my legs were easy access.

I shook my head with wide eyes.

When his flesh lowered down onto mine I pleaded with him once more, praying for my dreamland to materialize around me to take away the terror and pain – to take away my memories. I wanted it to take everything up to the second Harry held his gun to my head. Five seconds later and I would be at peace, five seconds later and I wouldn’t be begging to die. I wouldn’t fear it, I would fly into its eternal arms and worry not. I knew then, it didn’t matter if he pulled the trigger. It didn’t matter if he killed me. Nothing mattered because it was all worth it for just a second of peace, a second of feeling my innocence again – a second of life without chains. It was an escape – it would be my escape and I only prayed the demon in front of me made quick work of my demise because I didn’t know how much longer I could last. I didn’t know how much more I could fight this darkness around me. I felt drained and broken – I felt all purpose flow out of me and strangely – I didn’t care. I was numb, even as I watched my brother forced in and sat in the wooden chair that had been set in just the right position to watch the show – to watch his older sister lose her innocence all over again.

I didn’t bother to stop the tears, I didn’t hear anything from the chair my brother occupied – I couldn’t have anyhow, the ringing in my ears became deafening. All I felt was Damien’s disgusting flesh on top of mine, his hard cock hammering into me mercilessly. I was lost of purpose and innocence. There was nothing left so I let the darkness take me, I let my dreamland materialize and I gladly slipped into it, hoping for a quick death if one was lucky to be granted to me. I almost prayed he would, I almost hoped for a happy ending but I’m not a princess and this isn’t a fairytale. This is reality and the thing you wish for the most is the one thing you always seem to never get.

Notes

So - thoughts? Yes...descriptive violence but continuing on with the plot after this and Damien will only be around for a few more chapters thank goodness.