Obsession (Endurance) (17 page)

He
shook his finger at me,
reprimanding
me, as he said, “Then you woke up
and made them very angry.  I think if you’d have just let them take you
one time each, it would have ended there and we’d have been together. 
When you started fighting, Ellie, they wanted payback.”  One side of his
mouth folded down in some expression of scolding and I wanted to take his head
off. 

“You
rejected them, sent them to prison where they were messed with by other
inmates, and pretty much ruined their lives when they really hadn’t done more
than rough you up and scare you a little in college.  The situation…got
out of hand, I agree but I
could
kind of see their point, too.”

“You
can see why three men would attack me, Adam?  Why they would beat me so
viciously?  Shoot one of my bodyguards and beat another within an inch of
his life? 
Really?
  You can see that?  Thank you for
being so forgiving of the men who held me down, broke my bones, and cut open my
body while they raped me.”

Adam
frowned.  “You can’t be so black-and-white about it.  You’re such a
gentle soul, Ellie.  You’ll forgive me in time, I know.  Besides, I
haven’t been able to get in contact with the other three so they aren’t even
part of the
plan
anymore.”

The
nut still thought he had a plan. 

This
time my smile was real and Adam responded to it, leaning closer as if to kiss
me.  My words stopped him.  “They are no longer available for
contact, Adam.  My men hunted, tortured, and shot them before getting rid
of the bodies.  And guess
what
?” 

He
had a look of confusion on his face.  Not fear or regret; just an honest
bewilderment that he hadn’t known his fellow criminals were dead.  He held
my hand like a lover.  As if he had the right to touch me.  My other
hand was free.

“Wh…?” 

That
was all he got out before I punched him in the throat hard enough to crush his
airway.  The gun clattered to the floor as both his hands went to his
throat in an effort to find oxygen. 

I
brought my feet up off the floor and mule-kicked him across the room.  The
moment he hit the floor, I straddled his chest and pulled the dagger from my
boot.

Lowering
until my face was three inches from his, I smiled as he clawed at his throat. 

I
barely recognized my voice but Padme would later say it was hellishly
seductive.  “This is as close as you will ever get to my body, Adam. 
While I’m fucking real men, you won’t even be a memory.  By the way, a man
with a tiny cock should never…
not ever
…record himself jacking
off.” 

He
was turning purple and I watched him with interest. 

“There
was nothing about any of you that would have made me choose you. 
Self-absorbed, sadistic misogynists don’t turn me on.  I want you to die
knowing you are being executed by the object of your obsession.  Tell the
devil Elliana Monica Fields sends her regards.  Rot in hell you slimy
bitch.” 

I
drove the knife upward through his ribcage and saw the instant his heart
stopped, a look of shocked horror etched on his face.

I
stood and without turning to look at the door said clearly, “Get someone in
here to clean this piece of shit off my carpet.”  I took two steps away
then changed my mind, turning back to kick the dead man as hard as I could in
the balls with my cowboy boots.  It was overkill but I didn’t care.

The
door opened and I ran to the Hydes.  I loved them.  I would always
run to them.       

They
held me hard between them.  “You could have shot him from the secret
entrance in the bathroom.  You could have gassed the room and knocked us
both out.  You could have saved me.”  I leaned back and looked into
their faces. 

“Thank
you for letting me save
myself
this time.  I needed to know
everything.”

They
nodded, the sense of relief that I was unhurt written in their expressions and
their inability to let me go.  I lightly kissed them both.  Their
hands were petting my hair and back.

“I
need to hold my baby.  A gun in the same room as Katie that wasn’t in the
hand of someone I trusted almost gave me a coronary.”

I
hugged and kissed Katie a hundred times, running my hands over her arms and
legs to assure myself she was truly safe.  I wasn’t sure my parents would
ever let me go. 

Hours
later, when Adam’s body was removed and my stomach growled, we went downstairs
for a dinner that went on forever.

Mrs.
Safoya, as usual, outdid herself.

For
the next week I traveled with my team.  We visited every location Adam had
been remotely linked to over the last several years.  The inheritance from
his mother’s untimely and suspicious death was what he’d used to stalk
me. 

We
searched the trailer he’d bought to live in less than twenty miles from my
home.  After thoroughly searching it, we burned it to the ground.  No
one wanted to take the chance that he’d hidden information about me somewhere
inside.

The
storage locker we found in LA held everything we’d been looking for.  It
was filled with pictures of me, many personal and private taken through windows
before I’d been moved from the dorm.  There were videos of me that must
have come from cameras hidden in the air vent of my old room as well as outfits
and sex toys he’d bought me. 

There
were mementos he’d kept for the other men when they’d gone to prison as well as
letters he’d received in code.  There was a small safe filled with
personal items and photos of other women.  I recognized several faces on
driver’s licenses from college and knew I had not been their first victim.

It
was unlikely that the other rape survivors had reported their attacks. 
Most women didn’t for fear of ruining their own lives by
daring
to be
raped.  Not everyone was lucky enough to have the resources and support of
parents like mine. 

Victim-blaming
was alive and well.

We
decided to provide
these
victims with a little piece of mind.  No
longer would they live with the fear of seeing their rapists on the street or
wondering if they would be hurt again. 

Padme
found current addresses for eleven of the thirteen women whose worlds had been
shaken apart by sexual violence.  One had disappeared on the streets,
sucked into drugs and mental illness.  Another had committed suicide a few
weeks before my first attack.

Each
ID was wiped clean and mailed anonymously to the owner with a note.  “
The
person or persons who took this from you is dead.  They can never
terrorize you again.  Don’t let them take another moment of your life.
”

Everything
else was boxed, taken back to the estate, and burned. 

Adam’s
laptop was being examined by Padme.  Multiple images from my attack were
there as well as the video taken by one of my rapists on his cell phone. 
I did not look at them.  Padme sobbed as she searched the drives to ensure
none of his media had been broadcast or shared. 

She
doubted it based on her initial inspection and I prayed she was right. 
The thought of my attack being broadcast and used by other sick individuals as
fantasy material made my soul freeze with dread. 

“Ellie,
he thought of you as
his
.  He would have wanted to keep his fucking
treasure to himself.” 

There
was always something eminently satisfying about hearing Padme curse.  She
was usually so prim and proper. 

By
the time we returned to my house – our home – we were exhausted and felt
covered in pervert slime.  I know I kissed my daughter and hugged my mom
and dad.  I vaguely remember showering and brushing my teeth. 

I
don’t recall climbing into bed or being joined there. 

I
slept for eighteen hours with Jonas and Jordan curled protectively around
me.  Too exhausted to talk, all of us soaked up the down-time, and I’d
never slept so deeply or blankly in my life. 

When
I would drift to the surface of consciousness, I’d wonder about Katie, and feel
guilty about leaving her for so long.  Padme brought her in to sleep with
us a couple of times and twice, the brothers assured me that Robyn and Katie
were with my parents and perfectly content.

I
woke around midnight of the second day and blinked to fix my surroundings and
adjust to the lack of light.  I knew Katie was no longer in the
room.  My men were stretched out on either side of me, their arms crossed
over my torso and their warm breath ruffling my hair. 

I
laid my hands over theirs, sighed happily, and felt more than heard two very
masculine chuckles.    

Smiling,
I said quietly, “Closer.  You’re so warm and obviously as bad as I am
about kicking off blankets.” 

Without
hesitation, they sealed their bodies more firmly against me and tightened their
arms.  Long legs lifted and wrapped around mine, their bare feet settling
warmly along my own. 

“That
is
so
much better.” 

We
laid there snuggling for a long time and none of us felt the need to fill the
silence.  A sense of deep contentment, of things being exactly as they
should be, settled into my spirit. 

A
horrible chapter of my life was finished and I was ready to embrace the next
phase. 

There
was humor in my voice when I told them quietly, “So I’ve been thinking. 
We should take this slowly, you know, get to know one another…spend some time
together…then maybe a little making out.  Eventually, we can progress to
living together and I’ll introduce you to my family.” 

I
could feel their silent laughter and I wanted to smile and keep smiling until
my cheeks cramped.  

“Oh
wait
…we’ve already hit all those markers, haven’t we?”  They nodded
and somehow hugged me closer.  “Never mind, then.  I guess that means
we should progress to taking a shower together and you can show me all the
things I don’t know.  You know, sex up my body in the manner in which I’d
like to become accustomed.”

“Ellie…it
will be our pleasure.”

One
of them pulled me off the bed while the other went to start the shower.  I
was held close as I was undressed and I knew it was to make me feel safe, to
help me adjust to their presence.  Though I trusted them implicitly, I
appreciated the thought they put into touching me.

By
the time the water was heated, all of us were naked, and I was being kissed out
of my capacity for coherent thought.  The kisses were different than the
ones I’d received before and there was almost a sense of desperation.  I
could tell they were reining themselves in carefully to avoid frightening me.

They
didn’t frighten me.

The
moonlight shining through the high windows allowed just enough glow to take in
the visual impact of their nude bodies.  I’d never seen a fully naked man
so close before and I think my mouth was hanging open a little bit at the sight
of two excellent examples of the species.  

Their
hair was ruffled from sleep.  Broad shoulders and thick chests tapered to
narrow hips and long legs.  A very light dusting of chest hair faded into
a happy trail that pointed the way to thickly veined cocks nestled in trimmed
pubic hair.  Their balls hung heavy and tight between slightly spread
legs. 

Jordan
turned to enter the shower and I was amazed that the view from the back was
just as enticing.  He turned and smiled over his shoulder at my little
gasp.  I stepped into the space with Jonas behind me and they boxed me in.

They
moved slowly, focused on keeping me comfortable and at ease.  There was no
doubt they were taking in the sight of my body as thoroughly as I was absorbing
all the details of theirs.  Fingers reached out to stroke my hair, hold my
hand, and trace the outline of my body without being aggressive. 

I
was kissed and nuzzled even as their erections slid against my wet skin. 
A tremor worked over me from head to toe and I felt as if every hair stood on
end in anticipation.

My
name was whispered in the damp air and strong hands began to slick over me from
the front and back, the scent of my body wash hanging delicately around
us.  They didn’t leave one inch of my skin untouched and I could hear
myself panting as their hands passed smoothly between my legs in tandem. 

I
held myself up with a vice grip on the shoulders in front of me and I was in
complete sensory overload.  My head rested on the shoulder behind me, my
eyes closed as I soaked up the sensations created by the touch of four hands
coasting over me.

I
was cooler on the front of my body as Jonas moved away to rinse me.  Then
he gathered me to him and Jordan rinsed me from the back.  One at a time,
the brothers kissed me and I was held lightly by Jonas as Jordan washed. 

I
was in a trancelike state as I requested the soap and made a ‘turn around’
motion with my other hand.  The slippery exploration of his naked body
caused my eyes to glaze over and my heart to quicken.  By the time I was
done I was aching for things I didn’t understand but wanted desperately.