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All my life I have felt unwanted, I’ve been abused by my own mother, starved, neglected by my father and ignored by brothers I’m supposed to call family and me going alone shows the whole fucking club when they find out that I want fuck all to do with them.

Chapter 17

Kodi

A commotion catches my attention, stirring me from a painful sleep, and I blink a few times, hearing bangs and shouting, but when I open my eyes, everything is blurry, and I squeeze my eyes tight as the banging gets louder before I open my eyes again, but again, I see nothing but blurriness, just as figures enter my sight, but I can’t make out who they are.

“Chain him to the other end of the cell,” I hear Masters snap, and I squeeze my eyes tight, hoping he thinks that I’m still passed out.

My body feels weak, and I know I can’t cope with another beating, it’s all I’ve had since I was brought here. My body is black, blue, and red, and I hurt so bad and I-I….

Liam, I mean Knuckles, no Liam, my Liam, comes to mind, and my eyes burn.

Masters said he’s moved on from me, he said he was screwing an employee at the club’s strip club and I don’t believe him. At least I don’t want to believe him but Liam didn’t contact me for two days, he never answered my texts and I-I, I don’t even know how long I’ve been here for, I don’t know how long I’ve suffered the abuse from the man my father wanted me with.

Liam, I want my Liam.

“Fucking hurry up!” Masters snaps, and I flinch, my body beginning to tremble again, even though I can’t feel my arms from where they are handcuffed above my head, and god, I wish I didn’t feel the pain in the rest of my body.

Hours upon hours I have been stabbed, tasered, electrocuted, hit. I vividly remember last night Masters confirmed that today is the day he will have me before allowing the Chargers to do what they please with my body.

I want to fight, but I don’t know how, I’m so tired and I need Liam.

Tears spring, a few falling as shuffling echoes.

“Hurry the fuck up before he wakes!” I hear Masters snap, “I can’t believe you let him get so fucking far into the warehouse without noticing the fucker, no wonder you keep being killed off, you stupid fuckers!”

Wait what?

I blink then blink again as the cage door is slammed shut and their angry voices fade, tears instantly falling, and I look towards the door to see I’m alone again, which confuses me, and I blink yet again, finally clearing my vision before I look around the cage only for my body to grow cold.

No, no, no, no…

“Knuckles,” I croak, my voice barely coming out in a whisper and he doesn’t move, even as the blood drips down his head, he doesn’t stir, he doesn’t even flinch, nothing and panic hits mehard as I yank on the cuffs, not caring if I reopen the cuts from the last time I tried to get my hands out of them.

Panic floods when he still doesn’t move, and I yank on the handcuffs again, harder and choke, “Knuckles!” louder causing him to groan, and my breath stutters as I say, “Knuckles, please, please,” and he slowly lifts his head, his face pale.

My tears fall as he blinks several times before he looks around the cell and curses, but his body tenses when he locks eyes with me, and a sob releases.

Oh god no, he can’t be trapped in here, he can’t be, they’ll kill him…

“Knuckles,” I cry again and try to yank the cuffs again, and he roars out as his eyes take in my bruised, bloodied body, and he yanks hard on his chains, and I pull harder. I know they’re going to torture him in front of me, that Masters plans to get his way by hurting the man who already owns me and I can’t let that happen.

I feel the blood drip down my arms, but I don’t let up as I try to get out of the cuffs.

“Stop fucking doing that,” he snaps with a croak, “You’re causing more harm to yourself!”

I shake my head and cry, “I can’t, t-they’re going to torture you, they’ll kill you…”

His eyes soften despite the anger as he continues to take in my state, which, I’m not stupid, I know I look bad, but he’s now my main focus, him being here, chained, head bleeding is what will give me the strength to push through, and that will be the downfall Masters doesn’t see coming, because I love this man more than anything.

“I’d rather they torture me than you,” he rasps, and I shake my head, causing a dizzy spell to hit me and I squeeze my eyes tight for a moment.

I haven’t eaten at all, only been given water, but I don’t stop, even as I feel tears falling, I continue to pull on the cuffs.

“No,” I cry, “I won’t let them touch you.”

“Fireball,” he whispers, and I shake my head again as my sobs fall and I yank harder on the cuffs.