*TW - Next few chapters will be graphic*

"I'm sorry, I'll leave. I was just hungry," I retort, annoyed that they're stopping me from eating. Never stop a female from eating. Ever. That's against the law. You can get killed for it according to the Lexi Laws. A woman's gotta eat.

I turn around and begin my journey back to the lonely abode I call home. My prison cell.

"Don't fucking move! Thank fuck boss is not here. We have a week lads. A week to make this bitch pay. As long as we don't kill her, then he'll have our heads. Let's go to the chamber. Bring her." The men thank the women before two of them grab my arms and push me with them. What is the chamber? As long as they don't kill me? What are they going to do?

"Let go of me!" I yell, kicking back and struggling to free myself from their grip. "I didn't mean to interrupt your meal! Let me go!" One of the men raises his arm and strikes my face. The sting spreads with pain and a burning sensation across my cheek, my head beginning to throb. As if dazed, I dont't notice as they drag me down the stairs, through a dark and cold hallway, into a room protected by a metal door. I keep my mouth shut, not wanting to anger them further. Nerves kick in at what could be behind this door and my gut says it must be terrible if it's behind a metal door at the end of a staircase.

Death. It smells like death here as soon as they unlock it. A few wooden tables and posts are scattered across the room. Whipping posts. Chains attached to the table. Cupboards fill the walls with all kinds of different torture devices and weapons. They're going to kill me.

"Please no, I beg you! I didn't do anything! Don't hurt me!" The 'leader' of the group walks up to me. He's the one that ordered this and I don't know why. I've never even seen any of them in my life. I grew up in Australia, this isn't even my country.

He signals the two guys to leave me, so they do. I drop down to the floor and look up at him, pain written all over my face. My cheek is throbbing so painfully I'm surprised my head is still attached to my neck. "You didn't do anything. But those boyfriends of yours did. Boys, who wants to go first? Oh wait, I'll start." He reaches forward, grips my hair and bends down to my level.

"They fucking killed my sister! Their men raped and killed my sister! Because I owed them some money! She was fucking innocent but she had to fucking suffer! They used and abused her for a week before they ended her misery! Now let's start. Tie her up on the middle table. Tightest restraints." He pushes me back as I stumble and fall to the ground.

No. They wouldn't do that. I know they killed but they said they didn't kill for no reason. They didn't kill innocents. Their men couldn't do that. They said it was the truth.

"They lied to you. You're just another girl that they played with. Did you think they actually cared for you? Where are they, huh? You're in for one hell of a ride." I'm picked up and pinned against a table as they stretch and tie my arms and legs as far and tight as possible. I can't even move an inch.

"Stop! They would never do something like that, please you have the wrong person. I promise I'd never hurt anyone," I try to plead but it falls on deaf ears.

All the men stand in a circle around me as the 'leader' walks over to the cupboards. My arms and legs sting from the stretching and pulling, but I only cry even harder at the impending pain and the betrayal from Dante, Ian and Axel. How could they? First, the man that kidnapped me telling me they did that and now these men?

The 'leader' steps forward with a small knife in one hand and a belt with metal studs across the whole thing. My eyes widen and before I can make a sound, someone from behind me shoves a cloth into my mouth, muffling any chance of making a sound.

I try pulling away but it's impossible. I try pushing out the cloth with my tongue but I can't. They're going to kill me. "As pretty as you look with clothes on, my sister didn't have that luxury, so you shouldn't too." He begins slicing through my clothes and ripping it off me, leaving me naked in the presence of all the men. He throws my sandals away before turning back to the men. Their eyes devour me with a mixture of lust and anger.

"Who can take a guess at how many men fucked my sister? 10?"

"More like 40," someone chimes in.

"Why don't we increase that twenty fold? She needs to feel every single thing our loved ones felt." They're going to rape and kill me. That's all I can think of. I don't want to die a brutal death. I don't want any of this and it's my fault I got meddled with the wrong men.

I should've known something was off the moment I met them. No normal, sane people hold that much power over people. And no one involved in shady stuff like killing are totally innocent either. I should have known.

"Any objections, Lexi? Oh sorry, I forgot you can say a word. Just like my sister never got a say in what they fucking did to her!" At those words, he brings down the belt harshly across my bare waist. My screams are drowned out by the cloth as he brings down the belt again and again.

This is one of those times where I wish I could pass out easily. But I don't and I feel every lash and metal stud imprinting themselves into my body. The pure rage into each lash continues, not leaving a place untouched except for my face.

Every hit amplifies the rest of my wounds and my throat is raw and pained from trying to scream so much. It's the worst pain I've ever felt and I'm so helpless tied here. I can't move. I can't breathe. They're going to kill me.

"Why don't we take out the cloth? Maybe we can hear her pain and enjoy it as well. I'm sure those fuckers had their men enjoying it." The cloth is forcefully pulled out of my mouth, my jaw aching from the cloth.

"Stop," I beg, tears falling non-stop down my face.

"You want me to stop?" he teases, smiling sinisterly.

"Yes, please. I can't- AHHHHH! STOP! FUCKING STOP! I'M BEGGING YOU!" The man is relentless, stroke after stroke raining down on me. My bone chilling screams echo throughout the room as the belt lands over and over again on my skin.

"DANTE! IAN! AXEL! SOMEONE HELP ME! I CAN'T TAKE THIS! STOP!" Immediately, the man stops, drops the belt and approaches me. I sob at the pain radiating throughout my body. It hurts to move, it hurts to breathe. It hurts to exist.

They said they would protect me and they didn't. Dante lied. Ian lied. Axel lied. They all lied. Just like everyone else. I thought they never harmed innocents or were involved with people who did. They told me so much I don't even know what to believe anymore. Then why do I still want them to save me from this torture?

The man gently caresses my face with the side of his hand as he leans down. He begins to gently kiss me as I lay limp, not even attempting to resist. They will only hurt me more if I resist. I shiver at his touch, disgusted with his lips anywhere near mine.

He continues kissing me gently, before exploring my mouth with his tongue. "You know how I know what happened to my sister?" he whispers, "they recorded it and sent it to me. So it's only fair that I do the same. Except I'm going to record every single fucking thing we do to you and send it to them. They only sent me a short clip but I'll make sure to include every detail. Everyday they will receive a new 'movie' to keep them entertained."

He begins kissing along my jawline before making his way back to my mouth. "Don't you guys think she deserves some pleasure after that pain. What's pain without pleasure?"

The men all begin to cheer at the suggestion. The 'leader' pulls away from me, still gazing into my eyes as he begins to take off his shirt. Oh gosh no! NO! I can't take it anymore. They're going to hurt me beyond repair.

He proceeds to undress in front of the other men and myself, taking off his pants and boxers, socks and shoes. I clench my fists and eyes shut, trying to prepare for the attack.

"After I'm done with you, you're going to take each and every one of my men like a good girl. Open your fucking eyes! Every time you close your eyes for a second too long, we'll be rougher and harsher on you, understand?"

"Please, I can't. I don't want this."

"Do you fucking understand?!"

"Yes," I breath out shakily, opening my eyes to look at him. I'm going to get raped. Twenty times.

"Good girl. I wish I could put the cloth back in but I'd really love to hear you. Plus, I won't be taking your mouth but some of them might. Gotta leave that option open you know?" He's so vulgar and disgusting. They all are.

The man climbs on the table and leans over, placing his knees on either side of my hips. He places one hand around my neck and the other on my left breast. He begins harshly pinching and twisting it painfully before leaning down to kiss me and whisper in my ear, "By the way, the name's Cain."

At those words, he pushes forward, entering me. "NO! GET OFF ME!" Cain is quick to put pressure on my throat as he pushes forward with all his strength. He pulls back and practically pounces forward. I feel him beyond where I'm supposed to. Every bit of rage and pain is put into his thrusts as he continues raping me.

He removes his hand from my throat, now grabbing my shoulders with his hands. He leans his chest down to rub against mine as he quickens his motions. He rests his forehead against mine, making sure I leave my eyes open.

His hands roam back to my breasts and he leans in and shoves his tongue down my throat, biting my lips enough to draw blood. He sucks and bites down my neck and takes my left breast into his mouth, sucking and biting. If his plan is to leave every inch of me covered in bruises, he's succeeded.

"Fuck! You're *thrust* so *thrust* fucking *thrust* tight! *thrust*" He pants as I feel him grow in me. He begins kissing me needily as he moves with rapid speed, thrusting as far as he can. "FUCK!" he half screams, half moans as he releases inside me. "You felt so good I couldn't even last two minutes. Did your men never fuck you?"

The boys all whistle at this, watching as Cain stays in me, kissing my lips softly, as if I wanted this. It hurts even worse than that night when I first came to London. "I don't think I wanna leave you. You're the best fuck I've ever had. We should definitely continue with it someday. Maybe tonight if you behave and take all these men like the good girl you are. Now pick a number from 1 to 19. Don't even try looking at them."

I remain silent, unable to stop the aching sob from leaving my throat. It hurts so badly. It hurts so much. I probably need stitches or something. "Answer me bitch!" He grips my hair and pulls it to face him.

"11," I cry, wanting to faint or black out, knowing it won't happen. Anything to stop this. It's never ending and I want to die already. I always liked that I was strong enough to cope with everything, but I wish I was weak. I don't want to feel this anymore. I don't want to live. I don't want to pay for someone else's crimes and sins.

The men begin cheering with so much excitement and confusion settles on my face, quickly disappearing when I see a very buff and giant of a man step forward. Please don't tell me-

"Get off, Cain. You've had your fun, time for me to have mine. Get ready, bitch. You ain't getting any kisses from me. This is for my girlfriend. And you better keep your fucking eyes open the whole time or I get to have two rounds of you."

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Hey guys,

Lexi... I'm so sorry

Until next time...