Chapter Five
They had a perfect weekend together, if this was really the weekend. The days never really made much sense. Just time spent imagining the days of the week. Skye couldn’t complain. They had spent it either eating the food that had been given to them, or fucking. She liked Noah like this. His tenderness, and how he drove inside her, made her want him even more.
Come the next day, reality set in.
Neither of them fought as they made their way down a long corridor, only instead of turning right, they were forced to turn left.
She didn’t like this one bit.
Entering what looked like a small arena, her heart started to pound.
Noah wasn’t up to strength. Even with the food he was eating, his weakness remained, and his lack of energy. He couldn’t fight them, and yet, it looked like they were about to fight.
“What’s going on?” Noah asked.
Accent guy clicked his fingers, and she winced as Noah got hit in the chest. She wanted to go to him, only they liked pulling her hair, hitting her. Her body was covered in more bruises than it had ever been before.
“So, I need to ask, Noah—it is Noah, isn’t it?”
“Fuck you.”
She winced as he was hit again.
Accent guy nodded. “Ah, I remember. You don’t like it when your punishment is taken out on Skye.”
Another snap to his fingers, and the first hit struck her across the face. She fell to the floor, only to be kicked in the stomach.
“Stop it. I’ll be good. I promise. I won’t do anything,” Noah said.
She hated that he had to beg as she knew it bothered him just as much. “You see, that’s what I thought. You kids today need to earn respect and start to show it. I mean, I feed you, and I’ve given you free rein to fuck each other. Let’s face it, I bet you guys are having a lot of fun with that.”
Neither of them spoke. Skye got to her feet, touching her mouth and coming away with blood.
“If your boyfriend had behaved your face wouldn’t be bruised. You can thank him for that.”
She made no sound.
“I said fucking thank him.”
She swallowed past the lump, looking toward Noah. “Thank you, Noah, for getting me hit.”
“That’s it. See, this is what I’m talking about. You should really take a note out of this girl’s book. I bet you’re a good girl, right?” Accent guy held up her study book. “I found this in your belongings. You’re a clever girl, right? Studious, the good girl. You never make waves and always do the right thing.” She watched as he tore apart the book. “I don’t want the good girl here. I want the sexy girl. The hot girl. The girl ready to do whatever it took to win her guy over.”
She watched him, waiting. One by one, three more men entered the room. They were chained up, their cocks rock-hard.
She didn’t like this and tried to take a step back, but she was held.
“What’s going on?”
“We’re going to see just how much Noah’s willing to risk his life for you. They’ve been … in lockdown. They haven’t been able to touch themselves, or be inside a woman, but for the past week, they have watched nothing but men getting their rocks off. Men like Noah here. If they kill Noah, their prize is simple, it’s you. They can fuck you without me interrupting.” Accent guy smiled. “This is fucking genius. Our own little Roman battle, only, you’re the tiger in the cage, and all you’ve got to do battle is a single gun, three bullets.” He placed a gun on the ground and then shoved her forward, dropping her to her knees.
They released Noah.
“When the whistle blows, let the best men win,” Accent guy said.
They were alone in the small makeshift arena. She stepped closer to Noah, staring at the men.
“I don’t like this.”