Fight Men Not Love

Chapter Two ??

"Time to get up," Avel said, shaking me awake the next day. "We have a long day ahead,"

I sat up, peeling the covers off me. I eyed Avel and he was watching me with a smile on his face. I was in no mood to return it, so I just walked past him. Luck wasn't on my side, because he grabbed my wrist, pulling me to him.

I kept my eyes down, waiting for whatever he had. "Aren't you going to give me a kiss baby?" He asked. I almost believe that the old Avel was back. Like every other time, I refused to believe it.

"My breath stinks," I murmured, hoping to get out of this.

"I don't give a f**k," he said. "Kiss me," I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back, his arm wrapped around me. He hummed quietly, pulling back. "That's my girl. Go on and shower," I nodded and hurried away.

I made sure to lock the door on my way in and stripped off. I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself. This body was not even close to perfection. People didn't see the scars and the cellulite and the angry lines Avel draws on me.

I sighed and went in the shower to get cleaned up. I shaved my legs and every other area that needed to be hairless. Once I was done, I wrapped a towel around me and went out.

On the bed was an outfit laid out for me. I rolled my eyes, eyeing the barely tangible fabric. I put on the black lingerie set. f**k, I'm always wearing black. Occasionally, I get white, blue or green. It's always the same s**t.

Over the skimpy underwear, I wore the short blue dress laid out for me. I paired it of with black heels and went to fix my hair and makeup in the mirror.

Gone are those days, where I had to put on makeup to cover up the bruises Avel inflicted. It have been a long time since he beat me up. I've tried staying out of trouble.

He never hesitated to lay a hand on me. Sometimes he'd beat me with the metal part of the belt. I'd pass out from the pain. I wondered if he did the same to the other girls or it's just me.

Having no family to turn to, I felt like I had no choice but to stay here. With this monster. Gone are those days when he treated me like a princess. When he spoiled me rotten. When he was always gentle with me and never violant.

Was it always a cover up? Is this who he truly is?

I trudged down the stairs and went to the kitchen. Avel was seated, having breakfast. It's a f*****g miracle he cooked today. I always cook.

"Look at you, little love," he said when I stood next to him, waiting for his next orders. I couldn't do anything without his word. "My God, you are a sight for sore eyes." His hand immediately brushed against my ass.

I don't even know why everyone is obsessed about my ass. It's not even that big. I'm not Kim Kardashian or Nicki Minaj. It's just an ass, for f**k's sake.

"Sit and have breakfast with me," he said pulling out a chair next to him. I sat down slowly and looked around at the food on the table. "What would you like to have, love?" He inquired.

He was too nice. Something big was happening today. Judging by the dull throb in my head, it's not good.

Clearing my throat to rid of the uneasy feeling settling in my stomach, I listed everything I wanted and he dished out for me.

"Thank you," I whispered quietly and went on with eating my food.

"I think we're due for a date night, don't you think?" He said, interrupting my peace and quiet. I looked up at him and he was smiling at me. "What do you say? A dinner date? Just like old times," he went on.

I forced a smiled and nodded. I dreaded those dates. They were torture. I preferred sitting in my room and staring at the wall than be with him.

"I'd like that," I murmured, avoiding his eyes.

"Good," he said. "We've been quite busy lately, we barely have time to spend with each other. Once everything falls into place, we'll have all the time in the world to ourselves," he went on. I hummed, stuffing my face. "You made me very proud last night, little love. You have no idea how much we made. Soon, we'll have enough to build an empire and we'll rule the world. Just you and me," his hand found my thigh. I fought the urge to slap his hand away and focused on eating.

Like I even want that pathetic empire.

He went on day dreaming about forming the biggest Mafia Gang in future. I tuned him out. He's been saying the same s**t for the last two years or so. It's getting old.

Once we were done eating, I washed the plates while he was making a few calls. He called me some time later and we were on our way to the club.

The headache intensified by the minute. Something bad was definitely going to happen.

I was born with an ability to sense when something's about to happen. I never knew what exactly but my suspicions were always right. The first time I realized that, my father died. I was 16 when he passed. I remember having endless headaches during the week he died. They would get worse as the day approached. I remember passing out from the pain. My best friend, Beckett detected it first. He instantly knew that I was gifted with the power to see the impending doom.

That wasn't a gift. It was a curse. I hated it so much.

I followed Avel into the club and to his office, the headache never wavered. He made a few calls and had a couple of clients who came over to talk to him. I kept to myself in the corner, nursing my head.

"Boss, I have Mr Williams here to see you," I heard Randy say. Opening my eyes, I watched as he eyed me worriedly. He knew about the headaches. I've told him about my problem and he understood immediately after a few encounters in this club.

His brows furrowed, knowing what was going on. I tried to cheer him up to no avail. Randy's only the man in this club who didn't mistreat me. He never tried anything with me. If anything, he's rescued me from quite a few pigs who wanted to have their way with me.

He's the only man I don't despise, in here.

"Oh, he's here already? Send him in," Avel said.

Randy gave a curt nod and left. I almost whimpered when the pain came and went, a strong pulse that blinded me.

The doors opened and I didn't open my eyes, trying to will away the pain. Footsteps could be heard as men came in.

"Ah, Vincent," Avel greeted. "It has been long, isn't it Darnel?"

"Can we get down to business? I don't have all f*****g day," a very gruff voice said, clearly impatient.

"Of course, please have a sit," Avel said. "Little love?" My eyes shot open when I was called. "Get these men something to drink, will you?"

I looked at the four men in the room. Two of them must be bodyguards. They were stationed by the door, standing like statues. My eyes turned to the two men sat down. They must be related somehow because they looked almost the same.

One of them was buff and had an angry stare. His muscles strained against the suit he had on, begging to be freed. He had striking blue eyes and brown hair. The other one was lean and more friendly looking. They both oozed of power, it made me shiver with fear.

Their eyes on me was enough to make me crawl under the table and hide. I held myself though.

"Yes Master," I said softly, standing up. I walked over to the men standing by the door.

"f**k, that's your woman?" One of them cussed under his breath.

"Yes," Avel said proudly.

"Ooh brother, look at that ass," he went on.

"Darnel, we're not here for the ass, now shut up," the angry man hissed under his breath. I'm guessing that was Vincent.

"Please, it's not like you weren't checking her out. The b***h is pure gold. I've never seen anything like it," Darnel went on.

He called me a b***h.

I hurried out to the bar, already feeling the nerves kicking in. It has been a long time since I had a panic attack. Somehow I had managed to keep them at bay. Alcohol helped as well, but I basically shut everything off. It's better to not feel anything.

The men were clearly dangerous and it was making me uneasy. Yes, I have the average fighting skills but over the years, I lost touch. I doubt I'd be able to throw a punch if needed.

All those years of training with my father, went down the drain.

"Phoenix, are you okay?" Randy inquired when I got to his side of the bar. I leaned on the counter for support. "Is it happening again? The headaches?" He asked worriedly. I nodded.

"It's getting worse," my eyes hurt and I wanted to close them. "I need drinks. For the men," I told him. He nodded and went to making them. I didn't even get to ask what they wanted. Randy looked like he knew, so I trusted him.

"Here, take this first," Randy walked around the bar to my side, with pills and a bottle of water. I swallowed the two pills and downed them with water. "What if it's those men?" He wondered, looking towards Avel's office. He looked worried. "Phoenix, if they try anything with you-"

"I'll be fine, Randy," I tried to reassure him. He didn't believe me.

"Phoenix, I can get you out of here. If you can just give me a chance,"

"Randy, Avel's dangerous. What could you possibly do? He'll find us and he'll hurt you. Maybe kill you,"

"That doesn't matter. Just let me get you out of here. I'll deal with Avel," he said lowly.

I grabbed the tray and let out a shaky breath. "I appreciate your concern, Randy. I really do," I smiled at him. "But I think I'll need you alive if I have to survive this hellhole,"

"Phoenix..."

"I have to take these," I told him, walking past.

I knocked once and walked in with the tray and walked to the table. They all turned to me. I set the tray down by Darnel and gave everyone their drinks. He brushed his hand on my side and I tensed.

"f**k, you are a gorgeous specimen," he said, disregarding the meeting discussion. I eyed Avel, who glared at Darnel. "If you were mine, your place would be in the bedroom, and the bedroom only," I shuddered at his words, pulling away slightly.

"Darnel," Vincent gritted his teeth.

"How much?" Darnel turned to Avel. Color was drained off my face. I knew where this was going.

"How much what?" Avel inquired.

"A night with her," he said with a sly smile, his eyes roaming my body shamelessly. I let out a shaky breath, feeling my anxiety creep in. I looked down, and listened in on the conversation. "How about the whole day?"

"Darnel,"

"Brother, please. Cut the formality. You want her as well. We can do this, you know, just like old times," he said. There was silence and I was too worked up, I felt faint. "Don't even think about it. I know you want to f**k her too,"

I heard a grunt and I knew I was doomed.

"If it's the two of you, the money doubles,"

"Say no more," Darnel said.

"How stubborn is she?" I heard Vincent inquire as I walked over to sit down, in my corner. I felt like my legs were about to give up on me. "I don't really like innocent bitches,"

"She listens to me," Avel said.

I couldn't even listen as they discussed the p*****t so they can take me. A tear slid down my face and I quickly wiped it away, before I got in trouble.

"Come on, beautiful," I looked up to Darnel. He held out his hand for me, a smile on his face. I looked at Avel and he was seated in his chair, unbothered by this.

He enjoyed giving me away for money. How long until he sells me for good? To some nasty pig.

"Go with them, little love," he said. "And behave," he added sternly.

"Yes Master," my voice was barely above a whisper. I took Darnel's warm hand and stood up. He didn't let me go as we walked out.

I fought the tears back. I am strong. I can survive this. It's only for today.

Randy's eyes widened with fear when he saw us. They were leading me to the rooms upstairs. The rooms I dreaded. A tear slipped as I ducked my head. I can't worry Randy, more than he already is.

I was led up into the red rooms. They had red rooms upstairs, for situations like these. I've been here twice, and I didn't like both times.

"Stand here and strip for us, babygirl," Darnell instructed the moment the door was closed.

I whimpered when a hand pulled back my red curls. My eyes met with Vincent's angry face.

"If you dare disobey us or so much as refuse, I'll f*****g ruin you," I bit my lip to stop it from quivering. "Do I make myself clear?" I nodded rapidly, pulling the hairs bunched in his fist.

"Yes sir," he let me go.

I moved quickly to pull off the dress. "Uh uh, slowly babygirl. Give us a show," I heard Darnel say. I slowed down and attempted to look sexy through my despair.

I can't even summon Phoenix. She's stronger than I am. I didn't get a second to pull her forth. And now she abandoned me.

When I needed her the most.

"f**k," I almost cringed at Darnel's desperation. I pulled the dress over my head and looked up to see them, looking at me. They had their pants down, their enormous c***s being pumped. I gulped.

It would have been better if they weren't so huge. I looked down, too ashamed and already feeling dirty.

"Go on b***h," Vincent groaned as he pumped himself. "Take everything off,"

"Leave the shoes on," Darnel added, his eyes dark as he eyed me.

I took off everything, just like they told me. These men were so intimidating, unlike the others, my mind couldn't even conjure up the usual scenarios of me killing men. I was too scared of them to think ill of them.

"Oh f**k, I'm not going to last," I heard Darnel moan. "Turn around, bend over and let me see you," I let out a shaky breath and turned around.

Bending over for them to see me. All of me. I was exposed and vulnerable to these men. "Let me see that p***y. Spread your cheeks," tears dropped to the floor as I spread my ass to them. They both groaned.

"Man, f**k this," I heard shuffling, seconds later, hands were on me. I gasped, almost losing balance.

"So perfect," Darnel said, rubbing between my legs. I closed my eyes and willed myself to be stronger.

It'll be over soon.

"Tell me, have you ever had anal?" Vincent inquire, his voice gruff. I nodded.

"Y-yes,"

"Get on that bed and spread your legs," he instructed hastily. I walked over to the bed and laid down, facing the ceiling. There was a mirror facing down and I looked at myself. My tear streaked face and slightly messy hair. I saw how broken I was and there wasn't anything I could do about it.

I yelped when a hand slapped my legs open. I bit back a whimper, looking at Vincent. "What did I tell you to do?" He growled and I shivered, in fear.

"S-sorry," I whispered, opening my legs wider. They looked at my body, their eyes dark and lustrous.

"You're not wet enough," Darnel acknowledged, brushing his fingers on my core. "Touch yourself," he ordered.

Having done this a couple of times, it was easier for me. Not in front of these men though. I had done it countless times in the shower, under my bed covers, but not before anyone.

Avel never bothered with foreplay. He reminded me everytime that I didn't deserve to orgasm. As soon as he was satisfied, he left me stranded. The other men I was forced to sleep with, they were also greedy, like Avel. Chasing their own release.

Not that I would have reached orgasm. I didn't like any of them touching me. Avel included. At some point, I despise the thought of him touching me.

So, the only orgasm I knew was through my hands and nothing else. Even then, I'm not sure if it was real.

My fingers glided over my clit to my folds and I stroked gently, closing my eyes. I tuned out the men's grunts and focused on myself. Before I can stop it, little sounds can be heard. I moaned, rubbing myself faster and I felt that delicious tension in my stomach.

Just a few more strokes and I'll be able to- my eyes shot open when someone slapped my hand away. I panted, a little frustrated that Vincent interrupted me.

"Did I f*****g say you can c*m, slut?" He growled and I flinched, shying away.

"Oh brother, I was rather enjoying the show," Darnel teased. "Look how wet she is now?" He ran his fingers over my folds and I shuddered. I hate that it felt good. I was so close. "Tell me, babygirl, were you about to c*m?" He looked amused, rubbing me agonizingly slow. "Were you?"

"Yes," I admitted shamefully. "Y-yes sir," I wanted to cry. This has never happened before.

"Mmh, I can tell," he said shoving one finger inside of me. My body buckled and I clamped down on his finger. "f**k, how are you so tight?" He said as he added another finger. He pumped me slowly, his other gripping his c**k. Vincent stood there, watching us.

"How many times have you orgasmed before?" Vincent suddenly asked. "Mmh? How many times did you c*m while Avel f****d you?" My eyes stung with the tears leaking. I looked away, a whimper escaping my lips.

Darnel's fingers stopped pumping.

"You've never orgasmed before, have you?" I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything.

I cried out when a hand came down harshly on my inner thigh. "I don't like repeating myself, woman. Speak or you'll be severely punished,"

"No," I cried out, quiet sobs following. The brothers looked at each other. He slapped me again, harder and it stung.

"No what?" Vincent hissed.

"No, sir," I let out quickly. My heart was beating so fast. "I've never orgasmed while with Master," I said quietly, ashamed.

"Shameful man," Darnel tsked, shaking his head. "He doesn't know how to treat a woman." He sighed like it was a painful thing to him.

"Luck is on your side, babygirl. We'll give you the best time of your life," he smirked and more tears trickled down my face.

I've never been ashamed of myself, until this day.

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UNEDITED