Chaotic (L.O.R.D.S. #7) — Chapter no 55

FIFTY-FIVE

EV ERETT

lie awake in bed above Blackout, unable to sleep. I think thoseI two days that I was out have fucked with my sleep schedule. Or it could be because I haven’t had a single sip of alcohol.

I tried to push him away. I thought if I trauma dumped all my prob‐ lems on him, he’d run away. Yet here we are, in bed, and he’s still

snuggling up to my back.

But no sex.

I can’t pre tend to understand how he must feel. My father and half brother both raped me. Along with his father. That takes time to process. And when he wakes up, he might change his mind and re al‐ ize I’m not worth it.

Kashton shifts and lets out a moan that makes my thighs clench.

Fuck, I’m so horny.

His cock is right at my ass, and I wish he’d take advantage of me.

But it just proves that Kashton is a good guy. He’s nothing like our fathers.

I know about his mother committing suicide and how Isabella pun‐ ished him when she was training them. I know he has aban donment is sues and probably feels alone right now because his broth ers have moved on. I’ll be everything he needs.

I’m going to be his Lady, take his last name, and make sure he knows he al ways has me. No matter what, because that’s what a Lady does. I owe him that. He deserves happiness.

If he wants me to wait on him at home, kneeling on the floor when he walks through the front door, then that’s what I’ll do.

A Lady serves her Lord. No matter what.

I just wish I could give him children. I’ve never felt like less of a woman than I do now. I understand it’s my fault. I chose to do what I did, and I must pay the conse quences. I just wish I had met him sooner. That things were different.

“Eve,” he says roughly in my ear, “why are you still awake?”

I don’t say anything and instead close my eyes.

“I can feel your heart racing, angel,” he states, and I sigh. His hand travels from my waist up over my chest and to my neck. He wraps his fin gers around my throat, and I moan, pushing my ass into his cock. “I’m not going to fuck you.”

“Why not?” I whimper, reaching back behind me, between our bod‐ ies to find his pierced dick. “You’re hard.” At least I know his body

still wants me.

“And I bet you’re wet.”

I roll my eyes, push him away, and turn over to face him. His eyes are open, but he looks tired. I feel bad for him. I just want to make him feel good, and the only way I know how is with my body.

Is this what a healthy re la tion ship looks like? When a man doesn’t want to have sex with you because he wants to let your body rest? I doubt that’s re ally the reason why. I want him to use me. “Play with me,” I tell him.

His eyes search mine before they drop to my neck and he runs his tatted knuckles down over my breast. Leaning in, I lick my lips be‐ fore his touch mine.

I push against him, and he rolls onto his back, his hands gripping my ass, taking me with him, and I straddle his hips, grinding against his hard cock.

Moaning into his mouth, I lift up and reach between us to pull his dick out. Fuck, I need him. “Please?” I beg, pulling away to suck in a ragged breath.

“Get up.” He taps my thigh, and I giggle, falling off him onto my back.

Kashton gets out of bed and exits the room. He re turns seconds later with his bag. He sets it on the end of the bed and unzips it be‐ fore pulling out a few things.

I lie down and swallow, telling myself I’m not going to panic. That it’s going to be okay. That this is my fu ture husband. That I’m not at Dollhouse. Only he touches me now.

“On your stomach,” he orders. “Hands behind your back.”

I roll over and throw the pillow onto the floor so my head can lie flat and do as he says. The bed dips when he crawls onto it, strad‐ dling my ass. He crosses my wrists and then wraps some thing rough around them. If I had to guess, I’d say rope.

Then he gets up and pushes me onto my back. He rips off a single piece of tape, and I close my mouth, swallowing before he gently places it over my lips. His tatted fin gers softly press against my mouth, and I moan, arching my hips for him.

“Hard to beg when you can’t talk,” he states, and I whimper, trying to adjust my tied hands behind my back. Then he rolls me onto my stomach once more.

He picks my legs up off the bed and wraps more rope around them, and I try to pull my legs up under me so I can put my pussy and ass in the air, but I can’t.

Mum bled words are all that come from my taped lips when I try to ask what he did. He falls down beside me, and I lift my head to look over at him as he snuggles under the covers.

His eyes roam my face, and his knuckles brush the hair off my cheeks. I wiggle, trying to move, and he smiles.

“I’ve got your legs tied to the footboard, angel. Your arms behind your back and your mouth taped. You’re going to lie here with me until morning.”

My eyes widen and I start to thrash beside him. What? No.

“Hey, calm down, Eve. You’ll hurt your self.” He sits up, grabs the covers, and pulls them up over my body before he pulls me into him.

Kashton kisses my fore head. “I told you I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Eve, and I meant that. Be a good girl and get some rest for

me, and I’ll fuck you to morrow.”

KASHTON She struggles for no more than five minutes before her body re‐ laxes into mine and her eyes close. The poor thing is exhausted. She just needed to feel safe. To know that I had her.

I’ve learned that my girl likes being bound. Even if I’m not fuck ing her. She told me to play with her. This is part of fore play with her.

She likes the unknown. The excite ment. What am I going to do next?

I shouldn’t be surprised that she wants me to fuck her this quickly.

She needs re assurance that I want her physically. That after what she told me, I’m not disgusted by her.

Her cell lights up on the night stand, and I pick it up to see it’s FUCK FACE calling. I take a second to decide if I want to answer it.

I’m sure Adam wants to give her a job, and I’m going to tell him hell fuck ing no.

She’s quitting. No more putting her life in danger. The woman seems to be enough danger to herself. Getting her away from Adam will hopefully help some, and that’s also because the Lords will one day find out that he’s not dead and will go after him. It’s only a mat‐ ter of time.

De ciding to answer, I put her phone to my ear. “Hello?” I speak

softly to not wake her.

“Your cell is off,” he barks.

So this call is for me. “Yeah,” I say, getting out of bed and making

sure she’s covered. “Need something?”

He sighs. “We got another video.”

I tense, watching her sleep. Walking out of the bedroom, I grab my bag, need ing a cigarette, and move to stand in the hallway. “Who got another video?”

“Bill and me, so I’m assum ing that you guys re ceived it as well.”

I enter the living room and drop it on the coffee ta ble and run a hand through my hair.

“I’m guessing it’s Evan sending them to us. He’s the only one who could be accessing the tapes right now. Or knows where they’re at.”

Has Adam not spoken to Bill? “He has them,” I say.

“How do you know for sure?” he asks slowly.

“He attacked Eve last week in her house after we met up with you at Dollhouse. I’ve got cameras at her place, and we watched it. He told her—”

“Wait a second,” he interrupts me. “What do you mean he attacked her? Last week? Why the fuck hasn’t anyone told me?”

Wonder why Bill is also keeping se crets from him? “I’m the only one who has your number,” I snap. “And I’ve been busy.”

“Do ing what? Fucking Eve?”

My teeth grind. I hate that he’s fucked her, but I won’t let him talk about her like that. “No. She did her assignment for her initiation.”

He sighs heavily. “How did she do?”

I pause. Why hasn’t Bill told him this? Aren’t they best buds now?

“She passed” is all he’s getting from me.

I re turn to the bed room to check on her, and she hasn’t moved. “I have my cell with me, but I’m keeping it off.” She gets my attention when she moans, rocking her hips back and forth. I lower my voice, stepping back into the hallway. “Send it to her phone. I’ll delete it af‐

terward.”

“Okay.”

I rub the back of my neck. “Adam?”

“Yeah?”

“What kind of video is this?” I need to know what I’m going to see.

He’s quiet for a mo ment before he speaks softly. “She’s being pun‐ ished.”

I duck my head, rubbing my tem ples at how or why she would be punished. But the truth is they don’t need a reason. It gets them views. Brings in money. There are a lot of sick bastards out there who live to see others suffer.

The phone vibrates in my hand at the incoming mes sage. “I got it.

I’ll talk to you soon.” I hang up with out another word.

Checking on her again, I turn up the volume just a little on the TV in the bed room before making my way to the living room. Sitting down on the couch, I open the message and play the video.

It’s another concrete room, and you can hear screams coming from the other side of the door. My chest tightens at the sound. It’s Eve.

I’d recognize it anywhere.

The door is ripped open, and Eve is pushed inside. She’s wearing a black latex suit. The only parts of her body that you can see are her bare feet and hands, and from her neck up.

Two men enter behind her, guarding the door. Both are dressed in all black, com plete with guns strapped to their thighs and hand cuffs on their belts.

Eve is on the floor. No longer screaming but now groaning in pain from the fall.

“What now?” Evan barks, entering the room and slamming the door behind him. He locks all four inside the room.

“Suicide attempt, sir. Tried to hang herself,” the one on the right

states.

Fuck, Eve.

“Goddammit,” he hisses. “Where the fuck did she get some thing to

hang herself?”

“She was cold…”

“So you gave her a blanket?” Evan snaps.

“A sheet, sir.” One huffs, offended that they’d allow her such luxury.

“There were only a few scraps of one. We found it…”

“Found it what?” Evan demands, placing his hands on his hips, glar‐ ing at them.

“Amusing,” the other one finishes, clearing his throat.

Evan’s eyes narrow on them. “After I’m done with her, you two will meet me in my office.” It’s not a suggestion.

“Yes, sir,” they both mumble.

He walks over to her, arms crossed over his chest. “What do you have to say for your self?”

She slowly gets to her knees. He patiently waits for her to get to her shaky legs. Eve lifts her chin, looking him in the eye, and I see her reddened neck where she had the sheet wrapped around it, con‐ firming what they said. “Fuck y—”

He back hands her across the face, knocking her off her al ready un‐ steady feet. It wasn’t a hard hit, but she’s weak. “Se cure her hands behind her back and prep her legs,” Evan commands.

She scrambles to get to her hands and knees. As one of the guys kneels to grab her leg, she manages to get a kick in, knocking him back on his ass.

The other one jumps on top of her, slamming her flat onto the con‐ crete floor, face down, and he grabs her hands. Bringing them be‐

hind her back, he se cures them with a brown leather belt and buck‐ les it in place. “Hurry up,” he growls to the other one as he holds her down by her matted hair, smashing her face into the concrete floor.

“I’m try ing,” he snaps, pulling some thing off his belt. He manages to pin one leg down and wraps the cuff around it, buckling it in place. Then he re peats the process with her other ankle.

“Leave,” Evan orders, and the two unlock the door before rush ing out while he goes to stand by her. “Eve, Eve, Eve. What am I going to do with you?” he asks, kicking her side, forc ing her onto her back.

She glares up at him with her septum pierc ing in place. There’s no time stamp on the video, so I don’t know how long she’s had it, but it looks to be the same ring that he pierced it with. “Kill me,” she of‐ fers.

He laughs and looks right at the camera. “Why would I do that?

Our clients are loving the show you’re giving them. Big, tough girl who thinks she can win. It’s quite comical, re ally. How you continue to use so much energy fighting when it would be easier to just obey.”

She says nothing. In stead, she sits up to re lieve the pres sure on

her back from smash ing her arms.

“That’s why I have a gift for you.”

“No.” She tries to get her legs underneath her so she can get up, but he pushes her back down before she has the chance.

He re moves something from his back pocket while straddling her waist. Eve arches her back, and a blood-curdling scream comes from her cracked lips as he shoves a syringe into her neck, plunging the substance into her. Once he re moves it, he stands over her, watch‐ ing.

“Ple-ease.” She begins to cry out of frustration or desperation, I’m not sure. Probably a little bit of both. “Stop.” Her shoulders shake, and she rolls onto her stomach. “Just let me die,” she sobs, and my chest tight ens at how desperate she is for death.

“You’re making good progress, Eve. When it comes to coming all over your self. It’s your mind we’ve got to work on. You don’t need it.

All they want is your body.”

She closes her eyes tightly, smash ing the side of her face into the floor while her hips lift up in the air and her cries soften.

“Yeah. Just let the drugs do their job. Don’t fight it. You’ll just make it harder on your self.”

He grips her hair and forces her up on her knees, facing the cam‐ era. Her eye lids are heavy, breathing la bored, and her hips rock back and forth as she sits on her knees. “Tell the audience why you feel so good, dolly.”

Dark lashes blink slowly, and she licks her cracked, dry lips.

“Come on, Eve.” He shakes her head, his hand still fisting her hair.

“Tell them your cunt and ass are both filled with vibrat ing dildos. The best part is they aren’t even turned on yet.”

She moans.

“You’ve got one more week of orgasm training. And then I’ll lock you in a chastity belt. No pene tration and no coming.” He smiles and adds to the audience watching, “That’s when they re ally start to beg, and desperation shows just how obedient they can be.”

Letting go of her hair, her head hangs forward, and he re moves his cell from his pocket. The sound of the vibrators fills the room sec‐ onds later. Her body tenses and she throws her head back, crying out, coming almost im mediately.

“You’re so pretty, Eve. But your face isn’t what’s going to bring in the money. Your love for pain is what’s going to have the men want‐ ing you to themselves.”

I’m confused as to what game Evan is playing here. He’s speak ing to the audience as if they still have plans to sell her. But the video that Bill sent me was Evan explaining that Eve was going to be a re‐ cruiter.

Pausing the video, I start to pace. “Why?” I ask myself. I know the feeds bring them money, and I bet they’re collecting a lot with Eve.

So why not lie? The view ers will never know that she’s not sold.

They will just think that they didn’t buy her.

The last video showed Evan turn ing off the live feed when she was in the small room, so the audience has no clue what they have planned for her fu ture. Evan is using that to his advantage.

Sitting back down, I push Play.

Her voice rings out as her body begins to shudder while she comes once more. He gently pulls her hair off her face and shoulders, grip‐ ping her cheeks. Snot and tears run down her bruised face. When you’re dehydrated and starv ing, you tend to bruise quicker than nor‐ mal.

I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes before, but hers go blank. Just like that night on the yacht when I first touched her. She’s mentally checked out. Or she’s just high on the drugs and the orgasms. There’s no telling what they’ve done to her off camera that is contributing to her current state of mind.

“Eve?” he questions, glancing at her and then smiles proudly.

“That’s what I want to see.” He reaches out and runs his knuckles over her la tex-covered breast. “See? I knew you could do it, dolly.

But this is a punishment. And the only way to learn from a punish‐ ment is to re member it.”

He turns and walks to a drawer. Opening it up, he re moves a chain and gag. Standing in front of her, he orders, “Open wide.”

She does as she’s told. No fuss. No pleas. He gently places the gag between her dry and cracked lips, slipping it into her obedient mouth. Then he wraps the thick straps around her head and buckles it tight, the leather pinching her already sunken-in cheeks.

A black rubber tube with a bulb hangs off the front, telling me it’s an inflatable gag. He picks up the bulb and squeezes it in his hand.

She doesn’t even act like she notices. Her once pretty green eyes re‐ main vacant, but her body still trembles. It makes me wonder how many times she’s come since she was shoved into the room. Evan pumps it again, and she blinks, her body jerking involuntarily.

I’m afraid he’s going to cut off her air. In flatable gags are no joke, and she’s not coherent enough to communicate if she’s able to breathe through her nose. Some can be filled so large that they block your airway, or she could gag, re sulting in vom iting, which she could drown in.

Doing it once more, Evan’s finally satisfied when her cheeks are swollen and helps her to her feet, positioning her in the center of the room, turning her to face him. “Look at me, Eve.”

She stares at his T-shirt, eyes so empty she might as well be dead.

“Eve,” he growls.

Still nothing.

He an grily re moves his belt from his belt loops and slaps her across her upper thighs. As the leather hits her la tex-covered legs, her eyes widen, and she falls to her knees. All you can hear is the faint sound of a mumble through her gag. In flatable gags make it damn near impossi ble to speak.

“There you are.” He yanks her up, and her wide eyes look around as if she doesn’t know where she is. She tries to talk, but drool is al‐ ready running down her chin. No recog nition of what just happened.

“You’ve got a butterfly gag in your mouth,” he informs her, and she tilts her head back as her throat works, trying to swallow. “It’s inflat‐ able and very re strictive. You’ll have to breathe through your nose because the gag won’t allow it.”

Blink ing rapidly, tears fall from her bottom lashes.

“You were a good girl just now, but you still have to be punished for that stunt you tried to pull.” He runs his knuckles over the bruises forming on her neck before re moving a chain from his pocket and connecting it to her ring in her nose.

She shakes her head quickly, her body now trembling.

“No sudden move ments, dolly. I’ve seen these ripped out before.”

He gently pulls on the chain and her body bumps into his. He holds the chain tight to prove a point, his face inches from hers, and stares down at her. “It’s not pretty, and then I have to pierce you

some where else.”

She stiffens, closing her eyes tightly.

He lets the chain go so it hangs down her chest and stomach. Then he reaches up to grab a chain that’s connected to a pulley system on the ceiling. He clasps it to the end of the one hang ing from her nose ring and slowly lets it rise. The pulley tightens the slack, making her rise up onto her tiptoes, forcing her to arch her head back at an ex‐ treme an gle. You can see the skin of her septum pulling from the position.

“I’m doing you a favor, Eve. I was planning on re placing that bull ring with a bigger gauge tomorrow anyway. A few hours like this,

and it’ll stretch out nicely, so re placing it won’t hurt.” He gives her a smile. “As much.”

He then kneels, pulling chains that are connected to the floor and forc ing her feet apart. Connecting the chains to the belts wrapped around her ankles, he forces her to keep her legs wide open.

She fights the belt around her wrists, and he pulls his cell out and turns up the vibrators once more. You can see her mus cles flex through the latex. It’s so tight, making it a second skin.

He reaches up between her parted legs and unzips a short zip per that runs from the front to back. In serting his hand inside, he pushes on the toy in her pussy, making her shudder.

“Your viewers want to watch your cunt drip, dolly. Let them see how much you enjoy this.” He rises to his feet, running his wet fin‐ ger up her sunken stomach and heaving chest, leaving a trail of wet‐ ness along her la tex-covered body. “Pain and pleasure go hand and hand for many. We at Dollhouse hold our selves to a high stan dard, and we pro duce the best of the best. You’re going to be the best for me, aren’t you, dolly?”

She can’t nod with out pulling on the chain connected to her nose, so she just stares up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.

He gives her a big smile before it quickly disappears, then he walks behind her. She tries to follow his move ments, but all she can do is look up at the ceiling.

Stepping up to her back, he wraps his hands around her vul nerable throat, hold ing her body to his. She struggles, trying to breathe as her nose starts to bleed from the chain pulling on the pierc ing.

He lowers his head to her ear and speaks loud enough for the audi‐ ence to hear. “Try to kill your self again, and I will put you through hell, bitch. You think this hurts? You haven’t experienced the kind of pain I can make you feel. You will beg for death, and when I decide you’ve had enough, I’ll end your pathetic, useless life and chop you into pieces. I will then sell you off piece by piece, pound by pound for pennies, like a cow slaughtered for beef. Do you un derstand me?”

She blinks rapidly as tears run down her face because that’s all she can do.

He kisses her matted hair before re leasing her neck and stepping away.

Drool runs down her chin, and her nos trils flare once she’s able to breathe while a mix of snot and blood drips from her nose.

“I’ll leave you to think about your fu ture.” With that, he exits the room with her hanging there, and the camera shuts off.

“Fuck.” I stand and throw her phone across the room. My pulse is racing, my hands are clenched, and my heart hurts for Eve.

All I can think is that was five minutes of her life out of a year. He left her there for three hours? Three fuck ing hours unable to breathe properly and in pain.

My father allowed this to happen to her. Garrett might have been the one to drop her off, but he knew what Dollhouse was about.

That she’d spend day and night in agony. Be ing trained so men can what, get off on hurting her?

Picking up the phone, I delete the video and then toss it on the cof‐ fee ta ble. I rush back into the bedroom to find her asleep, just how I left her. I can’t do it. See her in such a vul nerable position. What if I fall asleep and she has a night mare? Dreams she’s back there, and I don’t wake up to free her? Or worse, she dreams I’m the one hurt‐ ing her and then wakes to being tied up and sees me lying next to

her.

I won’t do that to her.

Ripping the comforter off the bed, my hands shake as I untie the rope from around her ankles, then quickly undo her wrists. I push her onto her back and rip the tape from her lips.

She moans, arching her back, and I jump into the bed, yanking the comforter over us and pulling her into me. “Kash?” she mumbles.

“It’s me, Eve. It’s me,” I as sure, clinging to her. I need to feel her heartbeat against my body. To know she’s here. Alive. In my arms.

Where she belongs. I kiss her fore head, and she sighs, her body slack in my arms.

“You’ve got one more week of orgasm training.” Now her getting sick after I would get her off makes more sense. She was forced to come over and over. Eve hated that her body would betray her. That she couldn’t fight the drugs. And then to turn around and make her

go without. Orgasm denial can be just as brutal mentally and physi‐ cally. It’s a very thin line. Her emotions were al ready running wild and then add the drugs—the poor thing never stood a chance.

“I prom ise, angel, he’ll pay for what he did to you.”

I can’t torture a dead guy, but I will make sure Evan takes all of our fathers’ punishments. He wanted to make an example out of Eve; well, I’ll make one out of him.