Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Coming to a stop in the hallway, I hear voices down at the end and make my way toward them.
No one is ever alone here. The place was always full of those that the Lords no longer wanted to deal with. The justice system puts criminals away in the real world but here, Carnage is where you go when death is too good for you. Carnage is a punishment for the ones who the Lords can’t control. They get the taste of power and wealth. They think that they can pull a fast one over on the Lords and the Lords prove them wrong. An overpopulated prison isn’t enough. Here, you are tortured and wish for death.
Eventually, I know I’ll feel the same way. I might not be a prisoner locked in a cell in the basement, but I’m also not free.
I’ll die here.
Saint was right. He’ll keep me alive and use me until he gets bored. Then he’ll bury me in the woods with all the others. The world will never know the difference. To them, I’ve been dead for years.
Coming to a stop, I peek into a room and see two guys and a woman. None of whom I know. I bite my bottom lip, watching the man separate the large batch of coke out onto a coffee table while he sits on a leather couch. Both men are wearing faded blue jeans and black T-shirts, and each has a gun on their hip attached to their belts. Security of some kind, I’m sure.
“Can I have some?”
He pauses, the razor blade in the center, and he looks up at the woman. “What will you do for it?” he asks. His dark eyes lazily run over her body. She’s dressed in a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. Her dark hair is matted, and her clothes are too big. They’re starving her. They do that to you here. It’s harder to run and fight when you’re weak. They love to see you beg for the essentials.
“Anything,” she says desperately, licking her cracked lips. Her vacant eyes focus on the drugs she’s craving. Another way to keep you compliant—get you addicted to drugs.
She reaches up and moves her hair to lay over one shoulder, and my breath catches when I see the 666 brand on the back of her neck. It’s her! The one I watched get dragged into the room and was placed in the straitjacket and then tortured.
She changed my life that night. I’ve wondered more than once if Tyson and Miles showed up at my mother’s to get rid of me for what I saw here at Carnage while trying to blame it on my brother and whatever he was going through. I hate that I’ll never know the truth.
After that night, I had fallen for Saint more than I already was. I still wish things would have been different. I never blamed Saint, Haidyn, or Kashton for the life they were going to live one day. They hated their fathers, but they were Lords, and a Lord never questions when he’s asked to serve. I actually wanted to be his and love this life with him. I would have run hell with him, no questions asked. But I was an idiotic little girl who didn’t understand what lay ahead.
“Hey. I bought it. I get a piece too,” the other guy whines.
“Sure. To show you our good faith, we’ll let you take a hit before payment,” the guy on the couch says as he finishes separating five lines. He removes his wallet, rolls up a hundred-dollar bill, and hands it to her.
She bends over and takes her hit before throwing her head back, sniffing. The muscles in her neck tighten at the motion.
“Go ahead. Have another,” the guy offers with a smile.
She doesn’t need to be told twice and greedily takes another.
“How’s that feel?” he asks, standing from the couch.
“Good.” She nods softly. “So…good.” She stumbles, probably already on something else, and he gets up to help steady her.
Who knows what the fuck is actually in that. It could be laced with anything.
“Time for payment.” He chuckles, grabbing her matted hair and throwing her down onto the coffee table. She moans, her back arching. The first guy walks over to a drawer and removes some rope. He brings her arms around her legs, tying them in place, practically putting her in a ball. He walks to the edge of the coffee table and wastes no time, ripping her shorts and underwear off her and starts to fuck her pussy while the other fucks her mouth that hangs off the opposite end.
A third guy I hadn’t noticed before stands in the far corner jacking off. This is exactly how I remember Carnage to be when I was hiding out here. What else is there to do other than get fucked up, drink, and have sex? Absolutely nothing!