Twisted

Chapter 18: Disappointed

I glance up at Spencer with pleading eyes. I'm terrified by his angry expression but at the same time I can't help but feel thankful for his timely appearance.

I rush over to him, hiding behind him and away from the scary brunette man. As I do this, a dark chuckle sounds off his lips and I look back at him to see him wearing an amused expression on his face.

"Took you long enough. This little minx of yours almost got away," the brunette man states and I stare back at him confused.

Spencer ignores him and turns around to face me with fire in his eyes. I avert my eyes down to the ground, afraid of Spencer's reaction.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" he asks, his voice surprisingly even-toned. I stand still, not daring to move or say anything that would make him want to hurt me or my family. I bite my lip, my mind drawing a blank for excuses.

"Say something!" he shouts in my face.

"I-I'm sorry, Spencer, I r-really am," I stutter. Like a dam breaking, my rising fear causes tears flood my eyes.

"No you're not," He says sharply, his tone laced with utter disdain. "Quit those fake tears, it's pathetic."

"It looks like a punishment is warranted," the brunette pipes in. "Give me an hour in the playroom and she'll submit, I assure you." His words send a shiver down my spine. I don't even want to imagine what he has in mind.

"Not now, Dominic," Spencer retorts, his words directed at the man but his angry eyes still fixated on me. This man, Dominic, frankly scares the shit out of me. He has this evil glint in his eyes and I know if Spencer left me alone with him again, there would be trouble. After Spencer shuts his idea down, I let out a sign of relief.

"Don't act too relieved yet. You're still going to endure punishment, just not by Dominic's hand," Spencer sternly assures me.

"Come on, Spence. Her body is even more delicious than I remembered," he pouts.  

Than he remembered? What does that mean?

Spencer lets out an annoyed sigh. Defeated, I tug on the bottom of his shirt and ask, "Spencer, can we please just go home?"

"No," he states before turning to Dominic, "Dominic, can I use your playroom for a bit?" I make eye contact with Spencer, pleading with his eyes to take me home, but his glare is unrelenting and angry.

"Sure thing," Dominic smiles knowingly.

"What the fuck, Spencer?" I erupt with anger, "You're seriously consid..." I'm yelling at him when all of the sudden my voice is muffled as my mouth is covered by Dominic's hand from behind. I squirm in frustration against his hold.

"Spence, this one is rather noisy. Should we gag her?"

"Nah, I enjoy watching her scream. But we may need to wash her dirty mouth out with soap," Spencer rolls his eyes. 

Dominic nods and releases me but not long before Spencer picks me up to throw me over his shoulder. I attempt to squirm out of his hold which causes his arm to tighten around me more. I let out a frustrated groan, knowing it's best not to resist at this point. I'm surrounded on an unfamiliar island by two men who are much bigger and faster than me. Running now would only lead to more punishment.

Dominic leads us inside and to a room down several flights of stairs. We finally reach a set of double doors made of a red oak. Dominic opens the door and my eyes widen as they take in the room and my jaw drops.

It's some sort of sex dungeon with red lights, a giant four-poster bed, and an array of toys lined on all walls. Immediately, I struggle to get away but Spencer's hold remains strong.