All Chapters of Rising From the Ashes: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“You’re already so wet for me.” Gary takes two fingers and rubs them around my entrance. He pulls them out shortly after, and holds them in the air, in front of Xavier, where you can see his fingers dripping from my fluids. The liquid begins to drip onto Xavier's lap. Gary then reaches into me one more time to lap up some more liquid. He then brings his hand over to Xavier, and puts his fingers inside of his mouth. Forcing him to taste me. He brings them back once more, then forces his fingers in my mouth. I spit it out, only to be slapped across the face. My head spins at the sudden pain. It takes a moment for the stars to go away, before I can get my head to stay straight."Please! Stop! Don't hurt her!" Xavier exclaims, trying his best to save me, the only way he can in this moment. However Gary and Steve could care less about his cries, they're too involved with torturing me.Gary suddenly thrusts his fingers inside of me while s

I awake to see Xavier beside me. He has a strong hold on me, almost in fear, that if he lets me go, I will never return to him. I cough as I try to ask what happened. Only for Xavier to immediately stir, and tell me not to talk. I nod my head, as I give him a pleading look, hoping he'll understand."Your body went into shock. Your body shut down because of lack of food, water, and sleep." He looks at me upset. "Why didn't you eat or sleep?" I try to tell him why, but he puts a finger to my lips hushing me. "Dr Lawson had to intubate you. Your throat will hurt for the next while. But as long as you don't overdo it, like talking, you'll heal quickly."I nod, showing him that I understand."I just don't understand how this even happened? Did you let Dr Lawson check you over when we got back?"I look down, and shake my head. Xavier looks at me, then takes a quick breath, as he looks towards the cei

It's been two days since we found out that Ryker was kidnapped. I've barely left my room in that time. I just continue to pace throughout my room, dreading the unknown. Not knowing whether Ryker is alive or dead, has my nerves twisted in a knot. It drives me insane to think that Craig has my brother. I worry about what they're doing to him. I collapse to the ground in fear. My knees buckled, and head buried, as the tears begin to fall freely. Terrified that they're torturing him, like they did me. Or worse. What if they've killed him?Ryker is too loyal to myself and Xavier. There's nothing that they could do to him, to make him talk. He would much rather take a bullet for us, than see us hurt. It's because of that loyalty, that I know he's in trouble. A man without fear, is either dead, or hoping to die.I try not to think of it, but flashes of my brother beaten to a pulp, and lifeless on the ground cloud my thoughts. Preventing me from seeing anything differently. Su

We make our way downtown. To my old stomping grounds. I know this city better than anyone. When we get to the first store I want, I stop the car on the side of the street."Where exactly are we?" Jax says. I can feel his discomfort. I can tell he's never been to this side of town. Which is perfect, because it will make my plan that much easier to execute."Oh, I just felt a bit thirsty, so wanted to grab a drink first. Do you want anything?" I ask."No, it's ok, just don't take too long." "I can't guarantee anything. This coffee shop is quite popular, and they typically have long lines. But I'll do what I can."I offer a small smile, before exiting the car, in the direction of the coffee shop.As I round the corner, I make a beeline for the Jewelry store next to the coffee shop. I run in, knowing exactly what I want.The door bell chimes as I enter. A rough looking burly man approaches the counter. "Can I help you?"

I wake up, my head spinning. I feel slightly nauseous. I close my eyes, trying to stabilize myself. I focus on my breathing, and then the feeling around me. I must be chained, I open my eyes looking around. As I figured, I'm chained to a chair, my arms handcuffed behind me. My ankles strapped to the chair. Expecting to see Craig when I gained consciousness, I was surprised to be face to face with someone else. My face contorts as I look at him. He looks so similar to Craig, however his features are much more defined. I blink again when I see him. Unable to not see Craig standing before me. The man causally pulls out a small blade from his pocket, twisting it between his fingers. Hearing me stir, he glances up at me, as he continues to spin the knife.Standing at an intimidating 6'4". Towering above my small 5'4" frame. Tattoos travelling down his arms, forming a large dragon. His scarred face, and cold demeanour would normally be considered frightening, but I onl