Page 29 of Chained

The man nods, his hand moving between his thighs to adjust himself as the girls stand beside each other, the jugs trembling in their hands as they wait for their next command.

I can't keep my eyes off her, no matter how hard I try. She's beautiful, yes. But there's more to her than that. Whilst the others stand with their eyes on the floor, she keeps hers up, darting around the room as she takes in her surroundings. And for a second, she locks her gaze with mine.

I hold my breath as we stare at each other, a small kink in her brow as she tries to read me just like I've been trying with her. She doesn't seem scared; fuck, she should have been. She just seems…curious.

"Dance for us, girls," Vincent calls out, a curious look on his face as he catches me staring. I cough, clearing my throat and shifting in my chair.

The girls don't move at first—they huddle together. Their eyes move to everyone in the room, silent pleas behind them as the hope that one of us will do something drains from their faces. Vincent huffs, his impatience growing as none of them listens. He steps up from his seat and walks over to them, his shoes clicking against the wood floor.

"Girls, girls, girls…" His voice is almost lyrical as he stalks around them, his fingers lightly brushing against their exposed skin. "I dislike when I'm disobeyed…I dislike it even more when it happens in company."

My eyes are on her like a hawk, my hands itching as I force them under the table. She doesn't look down, no matter how close he gets to her. She's strong, I'll give her that.

"Now…are you going to give us what we want? Or do I have to force it out of you?" Vincent continues. He grips one of the younger girls, his fingers pinching against her skin, which is already turning red. He shoves her forward—she looks so young. Too young.

Then my thoughts flick back to the warehouse. Four girls. The little blonde is still missing.

"Sorry, sir…" she manages to stumble out as her body begins to sway. Her inexperience shows as she doesn't know what to do with it. Vincent lets out a howl as he watches her, tears streaming from her eyes as her bottom lip quivers, her cheeks burning red.

"You're gonna have to train this one, Reigns," the older man with the scar calls out, his eyes locked on the young girl. I've never seen this from him before—he never usually entertains them. But he's captivated by her. My stomach turns at the thought. Was it her? Or her inexperience?

The doors swing open again, the guard that Jarrod had messaged me about enters. His face is scowling, anger simmering to the surface.

"Ah, yes. My last guest has arrived," Vincent calls to the table. He flicks his wrist at the girl—a silent instruction for her to move back, and she does, scrambling back to the others. The girl with the curious eyes and dark curls wraps her arms around her, comforting her, whilst the redhead's eyes stay fixed on Percy and, for the first time since they've been here, I can smell their fear.

"Mr Reigns, you wanted to see me," Percy speaks, his sight never moving from the girls as he glares at each of them.

"Yes, Percy, I heard you had a bit of…trouble in the cells this morning."

"Aye, they attacked me." Percy's stubby little finger flies out, pointing towards them as they cower away. My eyes search her face, waiting for her to crack, but she never does. She just clings to the younger girl like a life raft.

"Is that true, ladies?" Vincent turns to them, a disgusting, smug smile on his face—one I'd love to knock clean off. I feel my hands tighten, balling into fists. My own knee matches Jarrod's pace.

"Simmer down." Adrian leans in, his instruction heard but not even close to being cared about.

"And how would you like to see them punished?" Vincent returns to his seat, his knuckle returning to his lips as his eyes darken, enjoying every damn moment of their torment.

"However you see fit, sir," Percy replies, stepping a little closer towards the table. Vincent's hand shoots out, fingers sprawled, gesturing him to stop.

"Pick one," he says calmly, like he's instructing him to choose a sweet at a shop. Percy frowns at first, clearly not quite sure what he means.

"But, sir…they're yours," he replies, his brows furrowing.

"And I'm telling you, for one night, you can have one." Vincent stands now, knuckles pressed against the table as he leans on them, waiting for Percy to answer.

My eyes fling to the girls, and I notice she's watching me—and every part of her face is practically screaming at me to help her. Fuck, she's looking so intense I have to look away. I want to. I fucking want to help you, but you're no one. You're nothing to me, and I have people to live for. Who need me. I don't dare look back. I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself from pulling my gun and shooting Percy dead in the face if he chooses her. My heart's hammering so fast, so loud inside my ears, I'm worried the rest of the room can hear. I grip the seat as Percy deliberates, his dirty, disgusting eyes devouring each girl, his mind racing with every depraved thought of what he intends to do with their bodies. I grip the arms of the chair, my hands slipping with sweat.

"I said simmer the fuck down," Adrian whispers again. I turn to him, and he nods. He knows. He knows how much I want to involve myself, to end this. But just like these girls, I'm trapped. Trapped to do nothing but watch.

Percy finally decides, his voice a little shaky as his filthy, nail-bitten fingers fly out again, aiming directly at the youngest girl.

"That one. I'll take that one."

"Excellent choice." Vincent begins slapping his hands together in a clap, the Order members all joining him.

"You're a lucky son of a bitch," the guy with the scar calls out. I scowl at him. Every opinion I'd formed of him was swirling down the drain. He was just as fucking sick as the rest.

Vincent snaps his head at the girls, who are both clinging to the younger one now as she begs and pleads. "Please don't let him take me." Her sobs tear into my heart as she cries, the girls stroking her head.