Ruined 25

Avery

It smelt funny, wrong somehow even half asleep it made me want to gag. And the bed I was laying on felt wrong. Hard and lumpy. It made even my bed back at my fathers feel like it was made from a cloud.

My eyes fluttered open, and the dim light sent a wave of white-hot pain through my head. That’s when it came back to me.

It was all wrong because I wasn’t at home, or at my father’s. I was in a bar and my asshole of an ex-husband had punched me in the face. 

It came back to me in a rush, everything that had happened.

That son of a bitch, groaning I forced myself to sit upright. Glancing around me. No wonder it felt like a plank of wood was under me, it wasn’t a bed at all. It was a table. A long table. With what looked like chains at either end.

Now, why would a table need chains, unless?

 I swung my legs off the table, and they dangled, swinging wildly as white-hot pain speared my brain again.

That son of a bitch had knocked me out.  He had closed his fist and sucker punched me. Somehow the anger made the agony in my head subside slightly. Not a lot but enough to make opening my eyes fully manageable.

“You’re awake then?” 

Deans voice made me jump. I hadn’t even realised he was in the room. 

“You don’t punch that hard.” The retort left my lips before I had even thought about speaking. I reverted back to the girl who had grown up surrounded by foul mouth,  fight starting bikers. 

“You seemed to go down easy enough Avery.”

“Well you took me by surprise, most people would.” Gingerly I got to my feet. The anger was rolling off my soon to be ex-husband in waves. 

I was in danger, I didn’t know what kind of danger but I could feel it coming. If he was going to attack me again I wanted to at least be on my feet.

“Why are there chains on the table?” Slowly I moved away, keeping as much distance between us as possible. If I was clever I would be able to put the table itself between us, which would give me a chance to go for the door. 

“For you Avery, the chains are for you.” Dean didn’t move, he just sat there. His long legs crossed. “And you can run if you like,” he yawned “you won’t get very far.”

“Did you just say the chains are for me?” My shoulders slumped as the realisation hit me. “Parker isn’t here, is he? Has he ever been here?”

“No, but I am sure your filthy leather-wearing lover would have found him by now. So at least you have that.” Slowly he raised himself to his feet. Sighing as if this was something he really didn’t want to do.  “Take your clothes off Avery.”

“What? Hell no. What the hell do you mean Ruin would have found Parker by now…? You did all this to get me here?” My eyes glanced around. Taking it all in and my heart sank. “Where are we Dean?”

Striding forward he gripped my chin hard between his thumb and fingers. “You are in my playhouse Avery, and I’ve been waiting to get you here for so long… so take your damn clothes off.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you are talking to?” 

The slap rocked my head back, but I didn’t go down. “I am talking to my damn wife, now you can either take your clothes off yourself or I will rip them off you. And I won’t be gentle with you dear wife, don’t make me mark up that beautiful skin before it’s time.”

I wanted to ask him time for what but I didn’t. Part of me really didn’t want to know what was coming. It was going to be bad, that much I already knew. 

My fingers jerky I pulled my shirt upwards, not bothering with the buttons. 

”Stop.” 

I froze. 

“Not like that… I’ve waited so damn long for this. I took care of your bastard son for all these years.” He seemed to shake himself.

Dean was mad. How had I not noticed before I don’t know? But I had spent the last thirteen plus years of my life with a mad man. Not just a woman beater, he was something so much worse. 

“I’ve been waiting for this day, Avery. The day I got you here and punished you. And now the day is finally here. No more substitutes, just you.” His eyes darkened. There was nothing left of the man I had married. A stranger looked back at me instead. 

“Have there been others?” I needed to keep his talking. If I could, I might just have a chance of getting out of here in one piece. Maybe. “Have you brought other women here?”

“Yes,” he breathed out as he took a step right into my space. “So many women, but none of them was you. None of them satisfied me like I know hearing you scream will Avery. I deserve to hear it. And you…” His eyes narrowed. “You deserve this as well. You want to fuck around with filthy bikers? You got it. You are going to have so many dicks inside you tonight that you are going to want to die. Maybe you will die. But I will have my fun first. I am going to humiliate you in the same way you hurt and humiliated me.” His grip on my arms became painfully tight. “You have a choice now because I am going to leave you alone for a few minutes. You can escape or try to. Who knows you may even get away. But know that if you do, the next person I bring here will be Parker.”

Nausea filled my throat, a lump that was hard to swallow around. 

“Or you can stay and take your punishment like the filthy slut you are.”

He knew I wouldn’t run. He knew I wouldn’t ever risk Parker by trying. I would never put my son in danger. So there wasn’t really a choice. 

***

I tried not to cry but there was no stopping the tears that fell down my cheeks. At least I wasn’t full-on, sobbing when he returned back through the door. At least I had that.

A sort of calm had settled over me in the minutes that he had been gone. All I had to do was survive. That’s all. Just survive whatever he had planned for me. And I was good at that. I could do that.

I could do… the thought died. Dean wasn’t alone, five other men filed in behind him.  All of them dressed in leathers. 

Bikers?

My eyes narrowed. No, they weren’t bikers, they didn’t have the swagger. They were playing a part. Dress up, they were playing dress-up. And what the hell was Dean wearing? 

The cut on his back was shiny new. No club member would ever be seen dead in it. And yet he swaggered into the room like he owned the place.

“So this is the newest one?”

I didn’t take my eyes from Dean. Every single man in this room was a threat to me but Dean was the most dangerous one of all. He didn’t want to just hurt me, he wanted to ruin me. My body and my mind. 

He may even kill me. For a second my sons face flicked behind my eyelids. Parker.

My beautiful boy. 

Would Ruin look after him? They would need each other. 

“This is the real one.” Settling himself on to one of the old wooden chairs Dean grinned. “The one and only. Take your clothes off Avery. Give us bikers a show.”

My lip curled. “You aren’t a fucking biker. You are little boys playing at being men.” 

I don’t know who slapped my face, I was to busy staring at the man who had shared my bed for over ten years. Absently I wiped the blood from my lip with the back of my hand. 

“Avery….” Deans voice was almost bored. “Do I have to remind you what will happen to….”

He didn’t need to finish. My hands went to my top button, my fingers shaking. 

I would not sob though. I would not. I could do this and any other sick thing Dean had planned. For Parker. 

“Dance for your daddy.” The man who had slapped my face, reached out to grope obscenely at my breast.

“Don’t Touch her,” Dean screamed. “Don’t Touch her until I tell you, you can.”

He was losing it, the seams of his mind unravelling. And I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or if it just made him more dangerous.

“Strip.”

Dangerous, he was more dangerous like this. He wasn’t even trying to hide the monster he was. The mask hadn’t just slipped it was gone completely.

Finger shaking I let my bouse fall to my feet. Before pushing the denim of my jeans down my legs, kicking off my shoes so I could step out of them. “I’m not taking off my underwear.” 

“Avery.” 

“No.” I crossed my arms about my chest. I would not strip naked for their eyes. They could do anything they wanted to me I would not stand there naked like a piece of meat.

“Fuck you.” I spat a glob of saliva into his face. “Do whatever you want to I don’t care but fuck you. Playing dress up because you could never be the man I wanted you to be. You could never be Ruin.”

His fist sent me flying, spirally around I only caught myself on the table at the last minute. The force of my fall sending shockwaves through my palms. I didn’t get a chance to right myself. Deans hands smashed my face into the wood. Holding it there. “I’ll show you what a real man can do with his cock. I’ll show you.” 

I could feel his hand on the satin of my underwear. Tugging and pulling.

And I was powerless to move, powerless to do anything but stare into the corner.

At Truth.

And he stared right back. His face grim as he placed his finger to his lips.