3. The Mob Boss Sam
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“Sorry we’re late,” Karl said, pushing the sole of his boot to Harley’s back.
The boot dug into her shoulder blades and craned her neck into an awkward position. The straps of the ball gag pressed into her cheeks, making it even harder to swallow. Saliva was no continuously running down her face, making a mess of her shirt. Tears were falling now. Her eyes were wide as she couldn’t look away from Kenzy.
“This one,” Karl emphasized by tapping the tip of his boot roughly to the back of Harley’s head. “Was giving me shit.”
He said it like she was a little kid. Like they’d been through this a hundred times before. She dug her teeth into the ball, wishing she was doing this to his hand or his leg. She wanted to hear him scream and beg for mercy after he’d done this to her.
But he wasn’t the only one.
Every one in this room had done this to her. They’d forced her into this position and she didn’t want to think about what they were going to do with her now. She had some kind of idea, but it was so sick that she was afraid she was going to puke thinking about it. That wouldn’t be good while she had this gag strapped to her face. She’d probably choke to death.
The man with his hand on Kenzy’s neck didn’t answer Karl. His dull and lifeless eyes didn’t even look at the man. He was looking down at Harley. He glanced her over, starting with her tied naked feet. His gazed burned into her, making her skin crawl. She saw something horribly wrong with his eyes—with the look he was giving her. It wasn’t just lust. He just didn’t want to f**k her. He wanted to own her like he could own a car. Though it went deeper than that. He wanted to control every aspect of her and break her down until she was nothing.
She saw all of that as he ate her up with his eyes. As he looked her over, her quivering stomach and her heaving chest, and then up to her wet sobbing face, his eyes became darker.
“You touched her.”
Karl stiffened.
“I didn’t.”
There was an uneasy silence.
Harley was trying to stay as still as possible. She couldn’t help it though as her body shook as her mind was reeling from what she’d found out and what it could possibly mean. Her head was full of thoughts of what was going to happen to her. They were dark and twisted. Her stomach rolled and she felt like she was going to hurl even more so now.
The man—Sam—looked back at Karl like he was a cockroach crawling at his feet. He gave him a dull and almost uninterested look. There was a sharpness to that look that sent a shiver down Harley’s spine. Her joints locked up and if her body wasn’t shaking uncontrollably, she would have been a statue.
Because she didn’t want to attract that man’s attention. He was the devil in disguise. Satan didn’t have anything on him. All he’d done was look at Harley and she knew that.
“Come here.”
The man’s voice made Harley’s skin crawl. It was like stepping into a thick slimy oil. It was coating her skin, making her insides itch. She felt like if she looked in the mirror she would see a bright red rash covering her from head to toe.
Karl was hesitant. He stepped forward, but then stopped.
“Sir—“
“Now.”
Harley didn’t know how Karl was able to hesitate in the first place. Sam was a commander. He didn’t f**k around. By the people that surrounded him too, he knew how to win over people.
A fresh new set of tears fell down Harley’s face as she looked once more at her cousin Kenzy. Kenzy wasn’t looking at her. She had her head tilted down, chin pressed down to her chest in shame. Her eyes stared unmoving at the ground.
She wasn’t chained like Harley. She was free to stand there. She could run or fight but she wasn’t.
Harley prayed that Kenzy was being threatened. Maybe they had a knife or gun pressed to her back that Harley couldn’t see.
Anything was better than Kenzy having done this. To letting these men take Harley for their own sick pleasure.
Karl finally moved forward. He stood in front of Sam and looked straight ahead. Harley could tell though that he wasn’t looking at Sam. Either he couldn’t meet the intimidating man’s eyes or he was told specifically not to.
Sam placed his large hand onto Karl’s neck.
“I know you’re lying,” he said. “You’ve been lying to me a lot lately, haven’t you?”
The air had gotten thicker. It was harder for Harley to breathe through her nose. She tried to swallow the built up spit in her mouth, but the stupid ball gag made it so hard. Her tongue pressed against the rubber ball, her teeth sinking even deeper into it, but it made no difference.
She wished she could beg. Even though she knew how humiliating it would be or how it would make her look so weak and fragile, she just wanted to beg for her life. She just wanted to do something other than crying on the floor.
Karl shook his head. “I swear. I didn’t touch her.”
“Hm.” Sam raised his eyebrows. “Lying again. Liars never learn.”
Sam punched Karl in the face.
Karl yelled out as he was shoved to the floor. Before he could put his arms up to block, Sam stomped down on him with his shiny black dress shoes.
He ground his heel into Karl’s face. Karl grabbed onto his ankle.
Two men stepped forward and held Karl down so that he couldn’t fight.
Sam sneered down at him.
“I hate liars.” He held his hand out. “Knife.”
It was Kenzy that stepped forward this time.
Harley felt like she’d been hit by a train. All the air in her lungs were sucked out and she was left panting.
Kenzy pulled out a switchblade from under her shirt.
She handed it delicately into Sam’s waiting hand.
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