Slave to Love (DareToDream & Loveme)

Luke sat in the soft window seat, looking out at the rain, his finger tips lightly drumming on the glass. He’d been there for a while, just staring aimlessly into the night, wondering what his father was doing. The old man had left about five hours ago, supposedly to attend an auction, something that sounded so normal but truly wasn’t. Luke knew what he was really doing and he didn’t approve of it at all. The auction was for human slaves, a secret underground trade that still flourished even in modern times, and his dad was on the hunt for a woman that would tend to his needs and, if his sons were lucky, theirs too.

Personally, Luke wanted no part of it but he’d never defy his father. The man was a brute who beat both of his sons regularly while they were growing up, instilling the fear of god in them. He didn’t like what the man was doing but he wouldn’t stop it nor would his brother. Turning away from the window, he spotted Marcus pacing back and forth in the room and took a minute to study him. Where Luke was lean of body and tall of height, with shoulder length brown hair, Marcus was short and bulky, his body packed with muscles from his football days, sporting a shock of short black hair.

“How long do you think he’ll be?” Luke asked, knowing his brother had no more idea than he did. Marcus simply shrugged and then stopped. “Does it matter? He’s going to do what he’s going to do.” Luke nodded and flopped back in the seat, staring out at the rain again. It was some hours later when he finally saw the headlights cut through the dark; their father had returned home.

Bella, had been her name before she had become a slave. Now, it was just whatever they wanted to call her on any given day. She hadn't been there as long as the others had and hoped and prayed she wouldn't be there for much longer. She was currently waiting behind a curtain, for what she didn't know. But all she could hear was bidding and cheering. A auction? Maybe. But what she didn't know was it was a human auction. A slave auction. 

Before she knew it, it was her turn and she was being pushed up the stairs and to the middle of the stage. Her hands were tied in front of her, a gag wrapped around her mouth. Bella was once beautiful, long curly black hair that had been shiny. Now, it was full of dirt and grime. She once had bright blue eyes that sparkled, but now they were dim with no light. All she could do was stay there, hearing numerous bids. Until finally she was sold to the highest bidder. A man, that hadn't made himself known until the last minute. But now, he was dragging her off the stage as he deposited a bag if money into the previous owners hands. 

Where they were going? He was dragging her to his car, had threw her in the back seat and had began to drive all within a few moments. A hour later, she looked up and saw they had parked in front of a house. Whimpering to herself, she was pulled out and pushed towards the door. With a twist of the key, the door opened and her new life would begin. 

As his dad headed up the walk with a body in tow, Luke turned and hollered to Marcus, his voice carrying through the quiet room. “He’s here and he’s not alone!” He stood and faced the door then, his eyes widening when it slammed open and the two figures stepped in. One was his bear of a father, a tall broad man layered with thick muscles, and the other was a young woman who looked like a mess. “Get in there, bitch” his dad said, giving the woman a hard shove into the room.

Luke stepped back involuntarily, his eyes taking in his father, noting the anger on his face and the way his muscles bunched under his shirt. He was in one of his moods from the looks of it and his son knew better than to say anything when he was like that. Marcus came to stand near him, close for solidarity but far enough away that if they had to run, they had room to do it. Turning to the boys, the old man scowled.

“I got us a fine little specimen boys, though she looks like a pig sty right now. Smells like it too.” He scowled at the woman then looked at Luke. “Take her upstairs boy and clean her up. Touch her though and you answer to me. I want to take her first.” Luke studied the woman for another moment, his eyes noting the grimy dirty hair and the ratty clothes. The rope that bound her hands, and the gag, were noted too but those he had expected. Looking back at his father, he nodded. “Yes, Sir” he said as he stepped forward and took her by the arm, pulling her towards the stairs. His heart went out to her but help her he wouldn’t. “Let’s get you up under the water and clean you up some” he murmured quietly once they were out of ear shot. It was the least he could do.

When she was shoved through the door, she stumbled and almost fell. Thankfully, she caught her balance and noticed the two boys... Well not exactly boys, men it looked like. They were standing close enough to see her, but far enough in case they needed an escape route. They looked to be brothers, and were probably the mans sons. Whimpering as the man spoke about her, her eyes reached out to them.

Wanting them to help her, but some of her knew they weren't. The oldest man wanted her and wanted her first... Shaking her head just barely, she felt Luke pulling her up the stairs. Whimpering as she went. Her eyes were looking around the house, seeing where everything was. It looked to be a nice house... But for the owner... She couldn't see it.

When Luke muttered something to her, she nodded softly. No one else could of seen it except for the pair. She was led to a bathroom, and she knew she would have to bath in front of him. Be naked in front of him and the others... The oldest man scared her, with his size... He looked almost like a bear. Bella couldn't escape. If she tried, she had a feeling it wouldn't be pretty. Her hands moved up, trying to see if he would take the rope off of her.

The young woman went with Luke as he dragged her along, offering no resistance, and he didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Had she already resigned herself to her fate or was she simply waiting for the perfect opportunity to try and escape? Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw Marcus talking to their father, the anger in the air thick. He knew his brother disliked the idea of the woman coming home as much as he did but he hoped he didn’t do anything stupid.

Her whimpers tugged at his conscious, drawing a little sympathy from him, but he didn’t tell her that. Instead he led her up the stairs and into the bathroom. When she raised her hands up, he stared at the rope and then at her. Looking back at the bathroom door, he moved to lock it then leaned his back against it studying her. “If I remove them, they have to go right back after the shower and if you breath a word to him about it, I’ll never help you again. The gag stays on.”

The words spoken, he moved forward and reached for her hands, deftly undoing the knot and sliding the rope off. Taking her hands in his, he rubbed them gently to get some circulation back in then led her to the edge of the shower, reaching in and turning it on. “Now get undressed. Your clothes are filthy and smell. I’ll be right here the entire time.” He took a step back then, watching her.

The woman nodded carefully as he gave her the deal. She accepted it and watched him taking the knot out. Slipping the rope off, he gently rubbed her wrists. Trying to get the circulation back into them. Bella was thankful for that. She badly wanted to remove the gag, but he was helping her.... She would listen to him. 

His back was against the door as she slowly started to strip out of the clothes. The only thing she had on was a pair of gray panties and a brown dress that was tattered. A few moments later, it was off and on the ground. Leaning down, she picked them up and pushed them into the trash. 

Whimpering softly, she tried to ignore the man watching her naked body. It took her a moment, to figure out how to turn the water on. As soon as she had, she turned the water on hot. Stepping into the shower, she let the water wash most of the grime off. Her hands went to her head, taking the gag out. But only for a few minutes. Just to wash and rinse her hair a few times. She kept quite, not speaking as he replaced the gag... A few moments later, she was drying herself off. 

Luke watched with detached emotions as the downtrodden young woman began to strip. First went the ratty brown-colored dress that was so dirty he didn’t know if the color was natural or was a result of the filth and dirt that coated it then came the gray panties that covered her lower body. He noted with a smirk that she wore no bra, giving him a full view of her now nude body and all the dirt that coated it. It was clear she hadn’t had a bath in some time and the smell that filled the room added truth to what his eyes saw.

No matter how dirty she was though, the young man noticed one thing as his calm gaze swept over her body; the woman was attractive, her figure slim but still possessing womanly curves in all the right places. He felt a stirring down below and his gaze dropped, surprised to see the front of his pants slightly tented. Something about her appealed to him, even in her filthy state but he didn’t know what. When she parted the shower curtain and stepped under the water, he closed his eyes for a moment. He couldn’t believe his dad had done it, bought a slave. He jumped as there was a slight tap at the door and when he opened it, he saw Marcus. “Dad sent me up with some clothes. Bring her down as soon as she’s done.” With that, his brother was gone.

When the water cut off and she stepped out, he let her dry off before replacing the gag. An urge to touch her rose up inside him but he ignored it, remembering his father’s words. Stepping back, he held out the clothes to her. “Here, put these on. We have to get back downstairs.” A wistful look came over his face as he thought about what awaited her down there but there was nothing he could do. Handing over the white tank top and the satiny pajama bottoms, he waited for her to get dressed.

She hadn't wanted to step out of the shower, the hot water running over her body felt amazing. Soon after, she was getting dressed in the white tank top and pajama bottoms the man had handed her. Her wrists had just become non-red but she knew it would be red right again. Shaking softly, she looked into the mirror. The dirt was all gone and she smiled softly. Her hair was back to it's normal silky and shiny self.

Her legs had been shaved, they were smooth and clean. Her hair was still damp, spread across her left shoulder. Turning away from the mirror, her eyes wondered around the room and landed on Luke. She wanted to speak, but ignored the urge. Her hands had made their way up, close together for him to replace the rope.

The womans eyes were showing her pain, how deeply she had been hurt. Her mind was wondering on what would happen to her once she was downstairs. What their father would say and do to her... What he would have them do to her. Shaking softly, her hands interlaced together. Frowning as she watched the ropes. The only good thing, was she was clean and no longer smelt horrible.

He remained quiet as she took stock of her surroundings, no doubt enjoying the feeling of being clean for the first time in who knew how long. His nose definitely appreciated the shower and he couldn’t help but notice the way the tank top hugged her chest or the way the silk pajama bottoms formed to her butt. Thinking of her as a sexual object, knowing what his dad had planned for her, bothered him but he couldn’t help it. His body reacted whether he wanted to or not and, well, she was there for their needs. At some point he’d have to face that fact so he might as well start thinking like that now.

When she moved forward and raised her hands, holding them together, he met her gaze with stony silence. Her eyes were dead, no emotion showing at all, and he figured that was probably a good thing. “You smell much better now” he murmured as he quickly tied her wrists together again “and clean up rather nice. Which means you’re attractive” he added, chuckling. He stood there then, frozen in place, not wanting to take her down but knowing he needed to do it.

It was the scream that made up his mind. “Boy, what the hell is taking you so long?” his father bellowed. “Do I need to come up there and knock some sense into you?” Luke closed his eyes, a tremble running through his body. “Come on” he said when he opened them again. “We better get down there before he gets angrier.” Taking her arm, he led her out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

Bella looked him in his eyes as he looked into hers. Of course, she didn't have any emotion in her eyes. The woman hadn't had any since, a very long time. Longer than she could remember that was. The ropes were placed back on her wrists and she smiled softly. Though, he could barely see it. Smiling at his compliment, she nodded in thankfulness. Wanting badly to tell him thank you. But she was sure she would get her chance. 

Bella was about to let him open the door as she heard his father screaming at him. Her eyes wondering back to Luke, seeing his body tremble in fear. His, wasn't the only one. She had feared the man since he had brought her. His size, his strength, the voice he used. Bella could see why they were scared of him. 

When Luke spoke, Bella nodded and followed him back downstairs. When they had made it, she could see Luke's brother and his father. Whimpering to herself, she stood in front of the clearly dominant of the three. Her hands moved in the ropes as she looked at him. 
Her fear, had become more then she could handle. What he was going to do to her, what he would have the other two to do... Her eyes wondered around the living room, anywhere but the man in front of her. 

Luke led the young woman down the stairs, his hand on her arm the entire way, fear of his father strongly embedded in his heart. He could feel her tremble beneath his touch, matching his own body’s reactions to the voice of his father, and he dreaded what was to come. They reached the bottom of the stairs and moved into the living room quietly, heading straight for the older man. Luke looked at his father and saw the look of anger on his face then glanced at his brother. Marcus stood slightly back from his father and seemed to be staring at the woman, his eyes going slightly wide.

Stopping them in front of his father, Luke gave a respectful nod. “I’m sorry it took so long, Father, but she was very dirty.” His speech was very proper and control, his voice devoid of any emotion, a trick he had learned a long time ago with his father. He was sure he probably sounded nerdy to the woman, maybe even stupid, but it worked so he didn’t care. His father glanced at him, his stare hot enough to melt butter, and growled. “About fucking time, boy. I thought you might be stupid enough to take advantage of our new slave before I did. Glad you didn’t have a death wish; I still need you around the house.”

Not the typical words from a parent to a child but Luke was used to it. With a nod, he simply released the woman and stepped back, his gaze turning towards Marcus again, this time locking with him. As if on cue, both boys moved away, giving their father and the woman space. The older man was staring at her with a hungry look, his gaze roaming over her body with ease. As soon as he was done, he stepped forward lightning quick and grabbed the girl by the hair. “Come here, bitch” he said, pulling her roughly against him. His head dipped down and the old man claimed her lips in a rough, ugly kiss, causing Luke to close his eyes to block out the sight, knowing what would come next.

Bella could feel the tension in the livingroom. Marcus, the other son was standing away from his father. When Bella entered the room, she couldn't help but to laugh to herself at the way he looked at her. She would admit, she cleaned up nicely... But now, her body tightened as Luke spoke to his father. His father... Scared her deeply. But would she let him control her like he did his sons? She didn't know yet...

But soon enough Luke had let go of her arm and she felt abandoned. Even though she knew they wouldn't help her. None of them had heard her voice, nor make a sound hardly since she had arrived. But when his father grabbed her by the hair, Bella screamed out pretty loudly. Loud enough for it to not be muffled by the gag. Before she could pull away from him, his lips were pushing roughly onto hers. Kissing her. 

Part of her wanted to kick him but the other part told her to pull away. Which was what she done or attempted To do. How rough he was with just kissing her made her fear what else he would do to her and how he would do It. 

The scream had caused both young men to jump and Luke went so far as to curl his hands into fists, his protective instincts coming to the forefront immediately. A touch from Marcus brought him back to reality though and he slowly unclenched his hands while he watched his father assault the woman’s mouth. It dawned on him then that he hadn’t gotten her name when he’d had the chance and that bothered him though it shouldn’t have. There was something about her, though, that made him want to know her name, to know more about her, and that was a dangerous feeling to have.

When she tried to pull away from his father, the old man reacted as Luke expected, his hand pulling the woman’s hair more brutally, crushing his lips even harder to hers. In addition, his other hand shot out and gripped her breast through her shirt, finding her breast and squeezing it hard then giving her nipple a twist through the fabric. There was nothing romantic or subtle about his actions; this was about domination and breaking the woman’s spirit and that next step occurred when he broke the kiss and raised his hand, slapping her hard across the face. “Stop struggling bitch or I’m going to break you in two” he growled, the words making clear he meant it. “And you can stop wasting your breath with your screams; this house is soundproof.”

If the womans hands weren't tied together, she would of reached out and tried to hit the man. His hand roughly grabbing and squeezing at her breast. His fingers twisting her nipple through the shirt she wore. Whimpering, she closed her eyes tightly. All she wanted was it to be over with. But if it meant her breaking, it would be some time. His lips were roughly attacking hers, she could feel the strength of the man through his kiss. Powerful and not loving what so ever. She doubted it ever would be that way.

Bella had just opened her eyes as his hand came across her face. The pain met with a stinging and the woman screamed out in pain. Bella could feel a red hand print already forming on her cheek. She tried her best to keep the tears in, not wanting to show her weakness. Her eyes pleaded out to the two standing away from them. How could they let him do that? Whimpering, she couldn't help but too. Even if the house was soundproof, she would still scream.

The smack of the hand across her flesh caused Marcus to flinch that time, his eyes darting to the woman and back to his father. Oh, how he hated to see a woman hit ever, much less by a large brute of a man. Marcus had his father to thank for his body’s size and girth; thankfully they appeared to be the only things he had inherited from that evil man since, like Luke, he didn’t believe in what they were doing. However, as big and strong as Marcus was, his father was bigger and stronger and that meant that he would never raise a hand against him. The second scream pierced the air, almost drawing a growl from his lips. Only his inner control kept him from doing something stupid, something he knew would cost him his life and most likely that of his brothers, whom he protected when he could.

The old man glared at the woman, a smirk creasing his lips as he heard the whimpers coming from her mouth. “That’s a lovely little sound my precious” he said, reaching out and running a rough palm over her cheek. That hand then slowly teased the edge of her ear before sliding into her hair and grabbing a handful of it again, yanking her lithe body against his. “I like it when my women whimper” he whispered as he lowered his face towards hers then veered for her neck instead. His lips found it and he bit her, lightly at first and then harder, while his free hand slid down her body and dipped between her legs, rubbing her through the bottoms. “Mmm, so young and supple” he murmured. “I can’t wait to take you. Maybe I’ll just bend you over this couch and fuck you while the boys watch.” His fingers moved harder against her now, as if he was trying to drive the fabric of the pants into her passage and his breathing quickened.

The woman could see how it affected Marcus and Luke... But they werent helping her. No one was and no one would. Shaking her head, she made a promise to herself that she wouldnt whimper. Wouldnt let him have the pleasure of hearing her. Her hands were now clenched, his lips had kissed her neck and bit softly then hard. Yelping as she felt the pain come with it. Her hands wanted to slap him, to get her hands on him and hurt him. But knowing she couldnt only made her madder.

When his free hand dipped down to her pants, she shook her head. Almost begging him not to. It didnt work, he kept on. Rubbing and what felt like tryin to push the fabric inside of her womb. She could feel his breathing quicken as she took a deep breath. Trying to ignore what was happening to her body. Maybe if he got it over with, he would leave her alone for a while... Maybe she should let him do the things to her... Let him take her right there and now.

The boys, had moved further away it looked. Ignoring her cries of help. They were scared of him, just like she was. His strength, his manlyness.. All of it.

Marcus and Luke simply stood there, watching their father’s actions with a lack of passion that would have been appalling to anyone who witnessed it, especially if they didn’t know their history. Those that did would have understood though because this woman was not their father’s first slave. The previous one had also asked for help and the boys had tried to grant it. It hadn’t worked though, not at all, and their father had beaten them so badly he’d put both of them in the hospital. That was the first time he’d put the fear of god into them and it hadn’t been the last. So they were cautious, pushing their emotions into deep dark corners of their souls, and doing their best to ignore what was going on between their old man and their new slave.

Their father continued to grope the woman, his hand moving back and forth between her legs, no finesse or light touch at all. Finally he pulled his hand back and reached up, slowly caressing one of her breasts, almost as if he was worshipping it. A gleam was in his eye as he stared at her, no doubt figuring out just what he wanted to do first. Turning to the boys, he grinned. “What do you want to see first boys? Do you want me to just strip her down and play with her a little or perhaps I should just fuck her? Or maybe you’d like first shot at this one since you wimped out on the last one.” He stared at them hard, his gaze moving from Luke to Marcus. “Yes…yes, I think that’s what we’ll do first. Let you boys have her while I watch. No, wait, just one. Luke. Come here boy. I want you to take her first.”

Luke’s eyes widened at these words and he glanced at Marcus, who gave him a cold dispassionate stare first. This was something new, something his father never did, and it threw both young men. The son in question took a tentative step forward, his eyes on the girl, trying to tell her with his gaze that he didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to hurt her. Would his father really make him do this?

She couldn't bare to look at any of them anymore. Her eyes had closed tightly once more, blocking out anything that was going on around her. Even though she was being raped without the sex at the current moment. The mans hand worked hard agaisnt her pussy. Feeling the friction it caused, wanted her to whimper. But she wasn't. She wouldn't. When his hand went to her breasts, she could feel him almost worshipping it. 

Bella was startled, when the man spoke. When he stated what he wanted to do, she felt her heart dropping. Opening her eyes, she saw the boy who helped her to get a shower. Luke, was his name. His father was going to make sure one of them took her tonight. The one, that was first was now looking into her eyes. 

A look of angst, fear were evident. She could tell, that he didn't want to do it. If his father was really going to make him do it she knew he would do it to the fulist and not take it easy on her. 
Her eyes roamed back to his, trying to let him know that she understood. He had to do it or get severely beaten. Luke, seemed to be one of the weaker ones. His father had called on him all night and left his brother standing most of the time. Taking a deep breath, Bella readied herself for whatever would happen.  

Their eyes locked, man and woman in a no-win situation, the message between them clear. He would do what he had to do and she understood that, maybe even gave him permission to continue. At least he hoped that she was thinking that in his head because it was the only way that Luke was going to be able to justify this to his conscience, much less his soul. He’d been with a woman before, one his Father had brought home for the boys when they were late teens, but that had been willing on both parties. This was not. Not at all. That very thought sent a trill of nervousness shooting through his body as he took another step forward.

Glancing at his dad, he saw the look on his face and knew he wasn’t going to be able to get out of it. Not this time. He was going to have to fuck the young woman whether he wanted to or not. Looking at her, he let his gaze run from her feet to her head, hoping it would get him aroused but, while he found all of her curves pleasing and knew that under different circumstances she would easily push his buttons, he just couldn’t find that mood. And if he couldn’t find the mood, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for either of them and that wasn’t good.

Before he could take another step though, Marcus suddenly moved forward, brushing past him. He stopped and faced their father, his body stiff. “Oh, please. If you want to break the woman in properly, you don’t send Luke to do it himself. She’ll do more damage to him than the other way around. If you want this done the right way, send both of us. We’ll take her upstairs and get her used to her new role here. Nothing like a double penetration early on to realize how low on the ladder you are now.” The words were brusque, manly, and firm and Luke wasn’t surprised in a way. Marcus was always standing up for him, even when he didn’t need too do it. Their father looked at them, a glare in his eye, then at the woman. A slow grin spread across his face. “I always knew you were the man of the two of you, Marcus. Go do it.”

Bella's gaze moved from Luke. Trying to protect the both of them. If his father thought at any moment that they were communicating through their eyes, she could only imagine what would happen. The woman wanted
to speak out to him so badly. To let him know that she did understand. He understood that he had to do it. If he enjoyed it, it would be his to enjoy. But the way his face and eyes pleaded otherwise he didn't want to do it. When he stepped forward, get gaze dropped to his feet. She didn't want to look at him... Not now. Bella had formed some sort of connection with Luke. Why? Well honestly she didn't quite know. Maybe because he was kind to her upstairs? Closing her eyes, a few minutes later she felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. 

Marcus, the more stronger of the two stepped forward and was speaking. The words he spoke, were gut renching. They hurt her, but it was what he had to say. They were both almost like prisoner to their own father. Afraid to speak out of turn. Buy Marcus had and quite confidently. Her eyes widened, as she heard his last words. 'Luke won't hurt her, let us both do it.' The words repeated in her head as she tried to regain herself. 

'Do it' their father spoke. Bella whimpered softly. Knowning, that soon her body would be theirs fully. At the same time. The woman was shaking, feeling herself being dragged up the stairs. To a room at the far end of the hallway. Hearing the door shut behind them, she came back to reality. Her head popped up and looked from Luke to Marcus and back again. 

They moved through the house quietly, both young men keeping their thoughts to themselves, pushing the woman ahead of them. Luke glanced over at Marcus once or twice, trying to read his emotions, but his brother simply stared straight ahead, his body hard and rigid. The woman’s gag hung around her neck like a necklace but no one had bothered to put it back in and Luke wondered if she might talk, to plead for this not to happen, but she did nothing.

Up the stairs they went, Marcus leading them to a bedroom in the back, pushing it open and entering first. The woman followed next but Luke hesitated at the door, wanting nothing more than to run the other way. He couldn’t do that though, not with his father downstairs. The man would beat him or kill him for being a coward and even if he got away, it would leave the woman here and he couldn’t live with himself if he left her behind.

Finally entering, he turned to Marcus, finding him staring at the woman, his gaze roaming over her. Seeing that pissed Luke up and he stepped forward quickly, coming to the woman’s side. “Don’t even think about it, Marcus. That’s not who we are!” the words were said vehemently, drawing his brother’s attention to him, a scowl on his face. “I wasn’t planning to, little brother” he said, cocking his head “but if I was, do you really think you could stop me?” Luke scowled this time, his hand automatically going to the woman’s arm as if he would protect her. “Maybe not but I’d try” he said, the words laced with anger. His brother regarded him for a moment and then gave a slight nod. “If we don’t do this, we have to make it sound good.” Turning to the woman, he studied her face. “I’m also going to have to bruise you…if I don’t, he will.”

All though her gag had been around her neck, she hadn't spoke. Her voice, was still un-heard. Bella wanted to make sure that they were all out of their fathers hearing range before speaking. When they entered the room and she hears the door shutting behind them, she went to speak. But before she could, she saw Marus looking her up and down. Then, Luke was speaking rather harshly towards his brother. When he had finished, Bella shook her head and spoke for the first time. 

"Stop... If it has to be done, then it has to be done." Her voice was very soft, full of pain and almost nothingless. Her hands shifted in the ropes as she heard Marcus speaking to his brother. He wasn't going to have sex with her... Bella felt her heart skip a beat as he spoke of it. "Thank you...." 
Soon after, she heard what she knew she would. He still had to bruise her up. Glancing in a mirror that was in the room, she grimmaced at the sign of teeth marks in her neck. None the less from where he had bit her moments ago.  

Bella would rather him do it, maybe he would be some what gentle about the whole thing. But if he wasn't... It was alright. "I expected as much..." Her voice trailed off as she turned to Luke and back to Marcus. She was standing in the middle of the room. Facing the two men that stood in front of her. "I understand... That you have to do it... But please... Try not to be so hard..." She was pleading them, you could tell. Her eyes and voice told them. "I won't fight you, because you seem to be in my position almost... I will stand here and let you abuse me and bruise me. All I ask, is that you don't tell me when your about to do it." Her voice sounded full of hurt. But she was sort of use to it. Even when she was small, it wasn't the greatest life for her. Shaking her head, she was fighting herself on asking the the next question that came. "How will you.... Bruise me? That is?" Her voice shook softly as she asked. "My name... Is Bella. If you two ever wanted to know..." The womans voice trailed off as she backed against the far wall. Leaning against it.  

At the mention of her name, both young me turned their heads and stared at her, frowns on their faces. With that one word, the woman had just taken their situation and made it personal, so very personal, and if the brothers had been reluctant to hurt her before, they were even more so now. She had an identity, confirming that she was a person, though it was obvious already that she was flesh and blood. In Luke’s case, he intimately knew just how much flesh there was too and it was an image that he already couldn’t get out of his head. Add the name to that and it was that much more powerful, gripping him in a vice and shaking him to his core. The last one his father had brought home had never given a name, making it easier to watch as she was abused. Now it was tougher.

Staring at Bella, Luke finally reached out and brushed a strand of hair off her cheek, the gesture tender, almost like a caress. “Bella” he murmured, playing the name over his tongue, letting it sink in. Might as well embrace it, he thought, now that it was out there. “I’m Luke and this here is Marcus” he said, indicating the burly man. “We’re brothers but you already knew that if you were paying any attention downstairs at all.” He turned to find Marcus staring at him with wide eyes. “What?” he asked. “Might as well get it out in the open. She already told us her name and it’s not like any of us are going anywhere.” Turning back to Bella, he let his eyes roam over her for a moment and then shook his head. “I’m sorry my father bought you. He is not a pleasant man at all. We may not touch you but he will. Repeatedly.”

“Speak of touching” Marcus said as he stepped forward “I’m just going to slap you a few times. Enough to make your lip bleed and bruise your face. Then Luke and I will do a few things, like make the bed squeak and bang on the floor and walls, to let our father think we’re raping you.” Then, because she didn’t want to know when he was going to do it, Marcus slapped her across the check hard enough to rock her head back. “Go to the bed, Luke” he said. “Make it squeak good so he’ll think one of us is fucking her.” He reached out for Bella then, pulling her close, his hand going up to check her mouth for damage. “I’ll have to do it at least two more times I think” he murmured, his gaze staring into hers.

Now that they knew each others names, she felt more in touch with them... On a personal level. Maybe it was a foolish move or maybe she was desperately wanting someone to care for her, to save her. After all she had been through in her life time, this was going to be one of the hardest. Her head lifted as Luke pushed the piece of hair from her face. Feeling his hand graze against her face, she smiled just a little. It was as if he was showing that he cared for her, but she knew better. It wasn't love at first site. Bella knew she would be stuck here... Probably for the rest of her life. "I know... That he will. He has already showed it... If you haven't noticed the bruise on my neck from where he bit me earlier."

She nodded towards Marcus, almost trying to thank him without saying it. When he spoke of how he would touch her, she nodded. He had honored her request and out of no where she felt a hard slap across her cheek. Screaming out as he did, he hadn't meant to... But it wasn't going to hurt the situation. It would only help. When he pulled her closer, she flinched. He was checking her mouth to see how bad the one slap had done. Whimpering as he touched her cheek. She could already feel it swelling up and knew a few more would have her bleeding and bruised. Just what their father had wanted. Turning her face, she could feel a tear sliding down her cheek. "I will never admit this ever again... and especially not to him... But I'm scared..."

She brought her hands up to her face and wiped the tears away. Adjusting them in the binds. "Im scared... I know he will hurt me.. I won't just stand there and let him... I won't give in as easily as he wants... That's not me...." Her voice trailed off as she turned to watch Luke move the bed. Hearing the squeaking that was coming from it. "I noticed... That you were brothers... Only an idiot would know that you weren't. But why are you both helping me? I appreciate it.... But I know that it won't be like this all the time. I know, that I'll be with him most of the time...."

Both young men heard her words, each processing them in their own way, but neither spoke initially. Luke had moved to the bed and begun to bounce up and down on it, making it squeak so loudly the room filled with the sounds. It brought a smile to Marcus’s lips, finding it amusing that their father would think one of them was fucking the hell out of her right then. Her acknowledge that she was scared sank into his heart and he frowned, knowing that she should be but also knowing he could do nothing to help her in the long run. His father would use and abuse her at will and the brothers would be unable to lift a finger against him, no matter how much they might want to do it. Reaching up, Marcus slid his fingers into her hair and gripped it tight, yanking her head to the side slightly so he could look at her neck then leaned forward so his lips were almost touching hers. “You’d be smart not to fight him too much, Bella” he murmured, the urge to kiss her so strong right then he could almost taste it. “He’ll break you if you fight him, break you until you serve his every whim and desire and most likely ours too.”

With that, he released her and struck again, the palm of his hand smacking her cheek hard, sending her head to the side. It rocketed back in the other direction just as quick as he slapped that side too. Stepping back, he surveyed the damage and nodded. “That should do it. He’ll know we marked you now and won’t do it himself for a few hours at the very least.” Ignoring the blood that trickled from her cheeks, he moved over to the wall near the bed and gripped the headboard, slamming it into the wall once then twice. Motioning for Luke to get up, the exchanged places and Marcus rocked on the bed as if he were fucking someone, slamming the board against it repeatedly. “Tell her to moan Luke. We need to make this believable.”

Luke moved towards her, reaching out to touch the blood but stopping. “I’m sorry” he whispered softly, staring into her eyes. “We’re helping because…well, because….we saw what happened to the last woman he brought home. But you can’t tell him about this. Ever. If you do, we’re all dead, do you hear? He’s already hospitalized us once and this time, he’d murder us where we stood.” His voice caught as he spoke and he had to blink rapidly to shed the memories that flooded his mind. Reaching out, the drew his thumb across her lips and then dropped his hand so his fingers trailed down her neck. “Now moan like you’re getting fucked, scream if you have to, but make it real or we’re sunk.”