Owned by Him (Editing)

Her New Home

“Adara! Wake the fuck up!” Jordan roared, tapping my face with an unnecessary amount of force. With a great deal of reluctance, I pulled my eyes open only to be greeted by an angry Jordan staring down at me. 

“You sleep like an exhausted horse, you know that?” He grumbled, placing his arm under my knees and the other at the small of my back. Just like the night at the halfway house, I was lifted into Jordan’s arms, though this time was far less tender and ended with Jordan dumping me into the seat of the wheelchair. 

I didn’t say anything to the remark, I knew better than to.

“Pass me the blindfold and the gag. You fetch the rest of the stuff from the truck.” Jordan commanded. Jase was standing in front of where I was sitting. A cruel smirk was on his lips. I assumed he felt triumphant for he had managed to make me pass out for however long the rest of the journey had been. I didn't care, I just wanted to go back to sleep. 

After a minute of staring at me with a twisted glint in his eye, Jase handed the scarf to Jordan and headed toward the truck. My sight and speech was taken from me once again and my wrists were cuffed to the arms of the wheelchair before it began to move forward. 

From the drop in temperature, I surmised that they had brought me somewhere far up North. The chill was bitter against my skin but the autumnal breeze felt oddly refreshing at the same time. I guess it would feel that way given that I had been locked in a trunk for nearly eighteen hours. 

The distance from the truck to the door of the building I was being taken into was a fair way but it was easy to remember if I ever had the opportunity to run. Walk straight for five minutes, turn left then right and then continue straight on. 

Once I had been pushed inside the building, I vehemently wished that I could be pushed out again. Whilst the warmth of the building was welcomed by my arctic skin, the sound of several voices dropped a fresh, heavy dose of anxiety into my chest. Much to my dismay, each and every voice was male. 

“Hey! Jordan and Jase are here!” A softer voice declared, silencing the many others. That same voice then seemed to be unable to stifle his horror at my appearance. 

“What the fucking hell have you two done to her?” 

It sounded as though this guy was authentically vexed by the damage they had caused. 

“Not that we answer to a pathetic little pissant like you but we had to teach her some etiquette.” Jase replied harshly, leaving no room for any further discussion on the matter. 

“Don’t worry about her, C. She’s fine, aren’t you baby?” Jordan laughed, shoving my head side to side by the fistful of my hair he had twisted around his knuckles. Fuck, this wasn’t helping the horrific throbbing rallying through my skull. 

“Aren’t you?” He spat, pulling my head backward. 

To quench his need to humiliate me, I nod and release a small whimper of discomfort. 

“See?” 

With that, Jordan released my hair and ordered Jase to dump me into the corner of the room

Jase, just as he always did, obeyed Jordan’s command and I could hear a lot of them not far behind me, talking about their next cocaine shipment. Given how injured my body was, I eventually allowed myself the splendour of returning to sleep. 

Sometime later that evening, the blindfold was removed. Although, I could hardly notice the difference given how drastically swollen each of my eyes had become. I assumed they had started swelling after Jase and Jordan had beat the shit out of me for wetting the bed but I hadn’t seen a reflection of myself since then.