Edited: 5/22/23

Tinsley:

"Good morning sleepy head. Wake the fuck up."

That's what I heard after I was a jolted awake with Arctic cold water. When my sight fully comes back I can see I'm in my hotel room. Great now I'm hostage in my own damn room. I glance around and see Chains and his minions starring back at me. That's just fucking peachy!

"I have a special treat for you, Bitch." Chains sneers.
I don't want to even know what his 'treat' consists of.
I really freaking really don't.

"But first we need to move. Your treat is waiting back at the compound." Chains cackles out.

How do they have a compound? Did they rebuild it? Our club blew their shit to smithereens. How is that possible? When we get outside it's completely nightfall again. Chains has me in zip ties, where I can't move my hands anywhere. Just fucking grand!
His two minions toss me into the back of the van. We're heading back towards their side of the town. 120 miles away from here. They came into neutral territory and I have a feeling I already know who sent a birdie to Chains.

Clarissa.

Before I can glance around any further; a clothed bag is placed on my head. Now is the time I wished I kept my tracker on me. Or a phone. What was I thinking? Seriously!?

Two hours later the van comes to a halt and my body is jerked forwards. My head bounces off the seat in front of me with a painful thud. That's going to leave a knot the size of Texas. Before I can recover, I'm grabbed out the back of the van. The cloth bag is removed from my head. This isn't their old compound.

They rebuilt!

I don't even know where the hell I am!

Fuck me!

Chains roughly shoved me up the stairs and into the compound. When I'm greeted by the creature I despise the most. I want to vomit everywhere.

I'm royalty fucked.

Big time.

"Here's your surprise bitch!" Chains laughs out.

Raven.

He stands tall in front of me with a sinister smile on his lips.

"Welcome back Monroe." Raven sneers.

I fucking hate that name. He's the reason why I go by my middle name now. It's how he says my name that makes my skin crawl and gives me the heebie jeebies!

"So, what are you doing away from your VP and precious Club?" Raven says like it's a wicked joke.

I don't answer him. My skin is still crawling from him saying my name. And to be completely honest, he scares the shit out of me. Not just a little but a hell of a lot!

"Answer me Monroe!" He snaps.

"I don't have to answer to you. You aren't my Prez!" I snarl.

If actions could make anyone eat their own words. His slap would have been the first. His hand came down so hard on my cheek. My head went sideways and my neck cracked. I can taste the blood in my mouth. Again, my actions will bite me in the ass in a minute. I spit on his boot. My spit is mixed with my own blood. As soon as my spit hit his boots, he has his hand tangled in my hair. He pulls my head back as far as it can go before it could possibly snap off.

"I think someone forgot who was the slave and who was the master." He snaps.

My blood runs cold and my face pales at his comment.

Oh God no!

"Take her to the cells. Let her get comfortable before I come down to have a chat with her." He tells Chains.

"On it boss." Chain says with a chuckle.

"If she gives you any trouble or lip. Use force." Is all Raven says.

What the hell does that mean?

Before I can even say one word, one letter. Chains already has me up by my arm. He twists my arm around my back and begins to walk me down a long narrow dark hallway. As soon as we reach the end of the hallway, my face smashes into the door. I let out a low groan all while evil Chains laughs at my misfortune. He opens the door and we descend the stairs. The first cell to the right, cell 13. He opens the door and roughly shoves me in. I fall onto the hard concrete. The air leaves my lungs with force. So much force I almost went unconscious. He slams the door as he does a wicked laugh. His laughter makes my body run cold. This is where I'm going to die.
There's no way around it. I will die at their hands.

I look around the big cell and see a small tv, an actual bed. The larger than normal cell even has a small, as in toddler could squeeze through small, window. The furthest corner from the bed is a door. The door leads into a bathroom that has a shower and a toilet. Thank god I won't have to use a bucket like last time.

I plop onto the bed and drift off to sleep knowing damn well Raven will be in to torture me. Torture me for my actions earlier. I get woken up by something hard hitting my stomach. I swear I have internal damage. I let out a cry by mistake. He loves it when his victims cry out. It gives him a sick pleasure when we scream or cry. He has a pillow case in his hand and he swings down again. This time connecting to my legs. The room fills with sick laughter as he swings again and connects with my ribs. Again, a cry of pain escapes my lips. I'm the prey and he's the predator once again. When he swings for the last time, I curl into a ball. The pillowcase full of I'm assuming a bunch of soap; hits me dead center of my back. It knocks all the air out of my body. My body feels like it's starving for oxygen. My eyesight becomes blurry and I look my battle to stay away.

This is how I definitely die.

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