A.N

Unfortunately, this is going on hiatus along with everything else currently in the works. Updates will be more sporadic than usual due to life becoming super hectic. (Moving, uni, work etc). Everything will be finished eventually, just a few months between updates most likely as I seem to have lost a lot of will to write.

Chapter written by co-author Deadly Nightshade1395

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Mello

The pain in my mouth was overwhelming and as I fell to the floor I rolled onto my back and stared up at the concrete ceiling. I listened to the voices of the greasy man and the man Matt called the boss as they spoke, noting how Matt snapped his gaze away the moment they noticed him looking. I wasn't quite sure if he was looking because he was actually trying to get information or if he was zoned out. The boss left the room with greasy man and I leapt to my feet, tearing through the desk in the room until I found a pen. Ink flooded my mouth but I ignored it despite the horrible taste; Matt watched me for a moment before curling up in the corner and looking away from me. Despite how hard I was digging at the thread with the pen it wouldn't give way. Frustrated I threw the pen on the ground and looked for something sharper, ignoring the blue ink dripping from my chin. There were cigars in the room so maybe there was also a cigar cutter that I could try to cut the thread with. I was so focused on searching I didn't realize the boss had come back before his large hand fisted in my hair and tugged furiously. Despite how I dug my nails into the desk trying to stay in place he managed to throw me across the room, strands of my blonde hair left between his fingers.

"You are a bad bad pet." His tone was calm despite the obvious anger in his eyes. "Red you know what the punishment for bad pets is. Why don't you get the whip and punish him for me."

The man plopped down in the armchair and gripped the arms tightly.

"Give him twenty lashes. Just as hard as I would give to you."

I wanted to open my mouth and tell him like hell was Matt going to hit me, that little punk was weak, but then the whip came crashing down on my back and sent searing pain through my skin. I grunted and stared defiantly up at the boss as Matt whipped me, letting him know I could handle whatever he wanted to throw at me. The moment the lashing was over I was dragged close to his chair and my face was pressed into his thigh, his fat fingers running through my hair.

"You're so pretty when you're bleeding blondie. Maybe you need a little more pain to loosen you up hm?" He yanked my head back and tugged on the strings connecting my lips, ripping a scream from the back of my throat. He tugged harder and I grabbed my own thigh, digging my nails into my skin to keep myself from doing it again. I felt Matt eyes on my back and steeled myself before jumping to my feet and slamming my fist into the boss man's face. I didn't give him a chance to recover and grabbed the glass tube full of cigars, slamming it over his head. Some of the glass broke off and stuck in my hand but I couldn't care less, I was focused on getting this man. Arms wound around my waist and tugged; much to my surprise it was Matt, he was dragging me away from the boss. I struggled against him angrily. Was he defending this man? Was he trying to stop me from hurting him? It didn't take long for subordinates to come rushing in and take me from Matt; they dragged me down several halls and threw me into a bedroom, shackling me to the headboard.

I wasn't sure how long I was in there, it could've been hours or days but there were no windows. Finally the door creaked open and the boss man came in. In silence he sat down by me and ran his hand along my naked back, sliding it down to squeeze my ass. I growled and jerked away, digging my nails into the bed when I felt three fingers touching my entrance. Slowly he leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"You need to be broken and I know how. Accept your fate as a whore blondie, from now on you're a body for me to use. You have no name. No worth. You are -trash-."

The fingers shoved into my body and I felt tears well up in my eyes. The worst part of this was I was starting to believe his words.