Finding Fate (Playing it Safe Series Book 1) Page 12

  “Today’s your lucky day, princess. I’m going to take you down to meet with some of the other girls.”

  It’s Master G. I hate him. But I don’t fear him quite as much as the others. Master G goes to the closet and pulls out a sheer dressing gown.

  “Put this on. Malcolm would have my head if I let you go out there looking like this.”

  “But, I don’t…”

  “Don’t start whining. No one is going to fuck you today, but there are a few gentlemen here who we would like to impress. I expect your best behavior.”

  I turn around and strip out of the yoga pants, and then the long t-shirt I was wearing. I slip the negligee over my head. When it falls into place and I look down, I can see that everything is visible. It hangs just above my knees, but I may as well be naked.

  “Keep your head down and walk right behind me. Don’t stop. Just keep following me, and whatever you do don’t make eye contact with anyone unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”

  I want to ask him what I’m about to walk into, but I’m afraid to hear the answer.

  “Yes. Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl. Follow me.”

  The walk seems to take forever. We pass some nasty looking men who are standing guard over some of the rooms. Then, we enter a huge room that’s filled with several people.

  I hear a woman scream out from the other side of the room. Master G holds me steady because I think he can sense, I’m ready to bolt. I don’t know if I should try to help this woman, or try to run. She can’t be a lot older than me. She’s beautiful.

  What the man is doing to her is making me want to kill him with my bare hands. He has a whip in his hand, and lash after lash, he strikes her body. Her arms are stretched above her head. There are cuffs around her wrists that are attached to large hooks. She’s pulled up to where just the tips of her toes can reach the floor.

  “Master G, why do you let this stuff happen?”

  I keep my voice low so only he can hear me. I notice he has his eyes fixed on this woman, as well.

  “I don’t have the power to stop it, Cinderella.”

  He drops his gaze. I know he feels something. I can feel him flinch with every pained scream that’s coming from her.

  “What do we have here? Are we going to get to give the newbie a test ride today?”

  An old man with a round belly and a strong drink in his hand throws his head back and laughs at his own disgusting remark.

  “I don’t think so, Carlisle. I think Malcolm has bigger plans for this one.”

  Instead of lingering for old man Carlisle to say anything else, Master G leads me past him.

  A young and very beautiful woman approaches us with a large tray filled with drinks.

  “Would you and your guest like a drink, Master G?”

  She avoids his eyes when she speaks. She’s naked, except for a piece of leather wrapped around her neck. As I let my eyes trail over her, I see various fresh scars on her body, mixed with some that look much older.

  Master G takes two glasses from the tray.

  “Thank you, Lindsey. Are you being a good little pet tonight?”

  “Yes, Master. I have a meeting in room 3, later.”

  “That’s good to know. Carry on.”

  “Drink this, Cinderella. It’ll help you relax.”

  “I really wish everyone would stop calling me that.”

  I know why they call me Cinderella. It was my screen name in the chatrooms when I was fourteen. It really is true, what you put on the internet will follow you for the rest of your life. I only went to the site because I was curious after I had heard Hayley talking about it with one of her friends one night on the phone.

  Malcolm steps to the center of the room. There’s something about this man that makes nearly everyone seem to bow down to him. Not because they like him or respect him, but because they fear him. Evil radiates off him.

  “Gentleman. Ladies. I’d like you all to meet our newest addition.”

  He motions for me to join him.

  I take a step or two back, but Master G has no intention of letting me get very far. He uses his large hands to push me forward while Malcolm continues to address the room.

  “This beauty hasn’t had a lot of training yet, but Master G is going to do a quick scene with her, so everyone can get a good look at her.”

  “What? Why didn’t you tell me?”

  I’m ready to fight, claw his eyes out even. I’ll do anything to get away from these sick bastards. Even murder someone, if it comes down to it.

  “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d freak out. This way, you have less time to think about it. It made things easier for me, and believe it or not, it’s easier for you.”

  Master G’s explanation does nothing to ease my nerves. I’m terrified of what’s going to happen. Remembering the sight of the beautiful girl being whipped only intensifies my fear.

  I watch as a man drags a square bench, or table, to the middle of the room. I feel tears threaten to fall. I look up and take in the crowd of people. These sick men are going to watch what Master G does to me.

  Suddenly, all hell breaks loose when Jayson comes running into the room.

  “She’s gone. She’s fucking gone. Mick was guarding the room, and the bastard passed out. Lindsey is gone.”

  “Find the bitch!” Malcolm roars. “Do whatever the fuck it takes to keep her mouth shut!”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Jayson is even more disgusting, because he looks happy he’s just been given the order to kill one of the girls, if that’s what it takes to keep his boss out of trouble.

  “Everybody! Out!” Malcolm shouts viciously.

  The man is a monster. You can see it in his eyes, hear it when he speaks, but most of all, you can feel it all around you when he’s in the room.

  I haven’t said a word. I know with all the chaos if I talk now it would cause more harm than good.

  “Come on, I need to get you back to the room.”

  Master G takes my hand, but this time, instead of dragging me like a ragdoll, he holds my hand and leads me. Tears are streaming down my face. I’m not sure why.

  Relief.

  Fear.

  Both.

  I’m relieved I’m not spread out naked in front of a room full of twisted and sick men. I’m afraid for Lindsey. Even though I don’t know her, I know she’s as good as dead. I also know if I try to run, the same thing could happen to me.

  When we get back to the room, Master G follows me inside. He finds the long t-shirt I had on earlier. He doesn’t say a word. He just pulls the nighty over my head, exposing me only briefly, and slips the shirt on and down to cover my body. He’s tending to me as if I’m a sick child.

  For the first time since I’ve been here, I’m starting to understand I’m probably not going to see my family ever again. My tears turn to sobs. Master G pulls me tight into his body and holds me. He doesn’t say a word. He just stands there and holds me while I cry. When I’m so exhausted I can’t cry anymore, he lifts me as if I weigh nothing. He places me on the bed and draws the covers over me.

  “Sleep. Stay strong, you won’t be here forever. I promise.”

  He kisses the top of my head.

  I don’t know if he meant for me to hear his words. I’m beginning to wonder if Master G really is one of the bad guys. I see how he watches everyone. He doesn’t seem to miss anything. Maybe he’s here to help me.

  As I drift off to sleep I think about my Jenny.

  She’s such a little mommy’s girl. I’m sure her Nana and Papa are taking good care of her, but I know when night time comes, she’s crying for her mommy. I could never go out without her throwing a fit.

  Jenny was my fate.

  Every time I look at her, I’m reminded of that summer. I know people say you can’t fall in love overnight, but I did. Carrying a part of him underneath my heart for nine months made my love for him grow even stronger.

  I wanted to find
Jensen, and tell him about Jenny, but the blackmailer knew all about us and what we did. “X” told me if I ever tried to find Jensen, the whole world would know he fucked a minor and got her knocked up. His career would be over, and he’d be labeled a sex offender for the rest of his life.

  I didn’t want that for him, or for Jenny. Jenny thinks her daddy is a hero. He’s her hero. She doesn’t know what he looks like, but I’ve told her all about him. Not the real him because I don’t know what he’s like now, but I tell her the way I imagine he is, so handsome, strong, and protective.

  I’m startled awake when I feel the covers being pulled from my body.

  “Help!”

  I scream. I know there’s no one around who’s going to save me. Still, I call out, and I try to claw my way to the other side of the bed. I feel his hand when it grips my ankle. He drags me back across the bed toward him.

  “Please. Please don’t hurt me.”

  “Wake up, blondie!”

  That voice.

  Is he really here, or am I dreaming again?

  In this place, it’s hard to keep the demons and the angels separated. After a while, they all become the same when I sleep.

  I know I’m not dreaming because I’m looking right at him. He’s standing over me, looking at me.

  “You’ve come to save me!”

  I’m sure it’s been all over the news by now that I’m missing. Of course, he’d want to help me.

  “It’s time to start your training, Maddy.”

  “Wha…Jensen, what is wrong with you?”

  “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

  “But…I don’t understand. How did you find me? What are you doing here?”

  “Fate. It’s fate, Maddy.”

  “What does fate have to do with anything? How did you find me?”

  “You’re a popular girl, Madison. You even have your own website. Actually, you’re on quite a few of them. You know all about that though, don’t you? All I had to do was click around here, and click around there, and talk to the right people. I’m going to train you. I’m going to teach you how to be the perfect little fuck toy. You’re going to be my little fuck toy for a while, Maddy. How about that? Does it sound like fate to you?”

  I can’t believe my own ears. Four years. Four years, I’ve dreamed of the day I would see him again. Was he playing me all a long? Did he know who I was back then?

  “Would you rather I call you Cinderella, baby? Isn’t that the name those old fuckers used to call their little cyber-pet?”

  My eyes are burning with the tears needing to fall. I do my best to control it, but I can’t stop the sobs when they rock my body.

  “Go ahead, cry little pet. Those pretty tears get my cock hard quicker than anything.”

  “Why are you being so mean? I don’t understand.”

  I want to go back to sleep to get away from this awful nightmare.

  He looks even better than he did then. He looks older, more mature. He looks like a man now. He still has the same dark hair, but the beard covering his face is new.

  He starts to pace the floor. He looks like he’s thinking about something.

  “Jensen?”

  “Jensen is dead. He doesn’t exist anymore. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He smirks openly at me.

  “You learn quickly. Stand up and strip.”

  “I…uh”

  “You won’t like it if I have to do it for you, Madison. Strip. Now. All of it.”

  His voice changes when he gives the orders. Master G always did the same thing when he told me to do something. There’s a tone present that makes it difficult to not follow the orders.

  I’m not afraid of Jensen, not like I’ve been afraid of the others. I can’t believe the same man I made my precious Jenny with could really be a monster. There’s just no way.

  With little effort, he picks me up and puts me face down on the bed.

  “Not fast enough, Maddy. When you don’t listen, and you don’t follow orders, you’re being a bad girl, and bad girls get punished. Have you seen any of the girls around here be punished yet?”

  He grips the back of my shirt with both hands, and he tears it straight down the middle of my back. I feel the cool air when it touches my skin. He takes both of my wrists and grips them tightly in one hand, holding them behind my back.

  “Stop, please, Jensen. You don’t have to do this.”

  My plea lands on deaf ears.

  I’m face-down and naked, pinned to the bed with my legs dangling off the side. I feel a fiery pain spread across my ass when his hand makes contact. Over and over, he slaps my ass, one side and then the other.

  I lie when I tell myself that no matter what, I will not allow my body to respond to what he’s doing. For years, I’ve dreamed of having Jensen’s hands on me again. I didn’t dream of it being like this, but I have to fight the sensations spreading through me. I feel his hand reach between my legs.

  “Fuck, you’re fucking turned on by this. Your fucking pussy is dripping, Maddy. Did you miss my cock, baby? Should I give you a little taste of him?”

  He runs his fingers through my folds. I can’t deny how good it feels. He’s Jensen. Even if I want to hate him for the way he’s treating me, my body doesn’t care right now.

  Tears are streaming down my face.

  “Please, Jensen, stop.”

  “Stop fucking crying, Madison. You have no fucking other choice but to get through this.”

  He’s trailing his fingers up and down my thigh. I don’t think he’s aware his touch has turned soft and gentle.

  “Get up.”

  He slaps my ass again, making me yelp out loud.

  “Go take a shower.”

  I all but run for the bathroom.

  “Leave the door open. I won’t come in, but I need the door to stay open.”

  Of course, he does. I don’t argue. My mind drifts to some of the other assholes I’ve seen around here. Dealing with Jensen is better than any of them.

  Jayson scares me worse than any of the others. He seems like a psycho, ready to snap at any time.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Jensen”

  I had no time to prepare myself for this. After the conversation, we had last night Grant didn’t waste any time getting things arranged so I could show up here. He managed to convince Jonathon it would be a good idea. Once this is done, and Madison is safe, I’ll have to remember to show him some gratitude for helping me with his brother.

  The plan is for me to stay as close to Madison as I can until we come up with a plan to get her and the others out of here. The hard part is I somehow need to convince Madison I’m one of the bad guys. Grant and Jon think if she’s too comfortable with me in front of Malcolm and the other guys, it will ruin everything.

  I have a lot of mixed feelings right now. I’m pissed on so many levels, because she lied to me, or rather, she withheld her true age from me when we were together. How was she able to have my child for this long and never once try to reach out to me? She knew my name. She could’ve tracked me down in a matter of minutes on the internet.

  I’m devastated because of the mess Madison has been mixed up in for so long. Hell, I’m almost certain somewhere during our time together, I must have mentioned I was a cop. Why didn’t she find someone to help her before it came to this? She doesn’t know it yet, but it isn’t just her life that’s been fucked with because of the shit she’s been a part of. Telling someone years ago could’ve prevented all of this.

  I had to send her to the shower so I could put some space between us. It was all I could do not to take things further when I felt how turned on she was from having my hands on her body.

  Grant made it clear there won’t be any way around what’s expected of me with this training. I’ll have to put my hands on her, and having sex with her at some point will be unavoidable if we’re here for very long. That is, after all, the whole purpose of the training.

  Malc
olm Phoenix wants the women to be so broken they won’t question, or refuse, anything demanded of them. Their performance is what he bases his dollars on, unless he decides to sell them. If that’s the case, he leaves most of the training to their new owners.

  What’s happening here, it isn’t about a lifestyle. This isn’t about kinky sex. This isn’t roleplaying, or about power exchange. There are no safe words being used here, and nothing that happens with these women is either, safe, sane, or consensual.

  For Madison’s sake, I need to put our pasts aside for the time being. When it’s all said and done, I don’t know how I’ll end up feeling about everything from our pasts. I don’t know how she’ll end up feeling about me.

  While we’re locked up in here, in Malcolm Phoenix’s million dollar mansion, I need to make her forget all about Jensen Beck. I need to make her fall for the dominant asshole I’m about to become.

  I’m not certain how much Madison knows about the circumstances responsible for her being in this mess. That’s a whole other pile of shit to work through. When we get out of here, I have a lot of questions for all the women who have been a part of my life, both past and present.

  Madison is taking her time in the bathroom. No doubt, trying to stall and avoid what she knows is going to happen. I’m not sure she knows much, but I know she has some ideas about some of the things she’s going to be doing.

  Whether she knows it or not, her training began when she was fourteen years old, when those old fuckers started demanding photographs, and videos, giving her orders for what they wanted from her. Before, they wanted those things captured in a photograph. Now, they want those things in the flesh.

  Madison comes into the bedroom. Her long hair is wet and dripping down her body. She’s naked except for the towel wrapped around her. I move to the far corner- and take a seat in the chair.

  “Come here. Take the towel off, fold it, and place it on the table.”

  I point to a table beside the chair where I’m sitting.

  “Kneel on the rug, facing me.”

  I speak with the dominating voice I’ve been trained to use.

  She moves slow and awkwardly, but she pulls the towel away and does what I asked.