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Dylan Fleishman

Dylan chuckled as he felt around inside her. She was silent now. The silence however didn't bother him. Perhaps it would be a nice reprieve from hearing her talk about how he was going to die whenever those boys came to find her. That is if they could find her. If they could find him when they did come to get her. Lot's of if's. He liked if's.

His hand came out from inside her, and pushed the hem of her dress up. His fingers traced over the burned brand mark on her hip, before tugging away her underwear. Before he unbuttoned his own pants and pulled them down over his hips, he leaned over her and kissed the little brand, "What do you think Orion will think when he sees that?"

Slowly he slipped himself into her with a groan before he took her. Part way through, Dylan grabbed her chin to make her look at him."No no, doll. You should see this."After Dyl had his release, he let go of her face, and slowly backed out of her. Standing near her as he pulled his pants back up, "Now that was rewarding."

Dylan Fleishman

He laughed as he watched her curl into a ball and give out her latest threat, "Oh I don't think I'll ever regret that." Dylan moved back over to the table where the Whiskey and glass sat. He poured himself another shot of the liquid and downed it quickly before looking back at the tools on the table. He frowned looking at them. What could he do next to her?

"I don't think your boyfriend will be coming anytime soon by the way. Heard he broke down hearing his girl died in that fire." He told her off handedly as he picked up a tool, hefted it, then put it back down. Finally he settled on a pronged dog collar. Dylan turned and came towards her, rolling her back onto her back with his foot,"Now that the pleasure part is done, any last thoughts before we begin again?"

Grace sucked in a breath when he announced that his men had killed Isabelle. Immediately her chest felt like it was crushed, and she bit down on her lip. That poor, innocent child was caught in the crossfire of a gang war. The only reason she was targeted was because these men wanted her father. Wanted what he had built. Grace felt tears forming in her eyes, and they silently slid down the sides of her face as Dylan flipped her over on the ground. For a few seconds, she stared up at the ceiling, blinking away the tears that were flowing. These men were going to suffer, but now, now that they had taken one of the most important people in Orion's life, they were going to suffer eternally.

She looked over to him, swallowing back a sob that threatened to break through. Her eyes narrowed at him, and she shook her head. "I already told you, I don't know anything. Further torturing me will not get you anywhere.." She licked her lips, dry from all the screaming and crying she had been doing. "Do what you will, hell, even kill me...I don't know anything.." She closed her eyes, turning to look away from him.

'Cause sometimes you just feel tired,
Feel weak, and when you feel weak,
you feel like you wanna just give up

~Cadence Jaycey Sinclaire-Caine~

Cadence had been riding along behind the Prospect. It was a cool evening and she was a bit chilled. She was really looking forward to crawling into bed after a nice hot shower. Her hard was broken from seeing her beloved dinner like that. She however was very grateful that no one had been seriously hurt of killed in the fire.

They were probably only about five to ten minutes away from their destination when a van swerved and damn near ran them off the road. She gripped onto the Prospect tightly, not wanting to fall off. The bike swerved and then stopped.

Before the Prospect or she even knew what was going on there was gun fire, he was dead and she was showered in his blood and bits of brain matter. For several stunned seconds she was silent and still. She started to scream and tried to jump off the bike but she was already being lifted and loaded into a van. In her hysteria she didn't think to try to get a look at the men. Within seconds of her being loaded into the van the men knocked her unconscious with a blow to the head.

Her body lay across the van and they tied her up in case she woke up and was a fighter. Upon arriving she was moved into a room with Maralyn and strung up. Cadence could hear the noise and voices around her but her eyelids felt so heavy. She wanted to just sleep, her head hurt so bad. She could feel the lump that had appeared where she was hit. She tried to ignore the voice but it was so persistent.

The voice accompanied someone slapping her. He slapped her hard enough that it sting and made her cry out. He hit her where she already had a bruise for the Sheriff's attack. Her eyelids fluttered open then closed. They opened again and she couldn't focus. Her eyes rolled and eyelids slid shut again.

It was perhaps about a half hour before Cadence came too. Everything was fuzzy around the edges, she felt like the room was spinning and she hurt. Her wrists, her head, her face. She groaned and tried to tug at her binds. She felt sick from how fast the room appeared to be spinning.
"Ohhhhhh!" She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut.

What had happened? Where was she? What was going on? Last thing she remembered was....a fire. Yes a fire, and a hospital visit. The ride home, she was riding home with the Prospect! No, the Prospect was dead. She frowned and thought that couldn't be right. She opened her eyes and stopped Lyn and a man she had never seen. It was hard to focus on them but she did her best.
"Lyn...." She moaned softly.

~Candie~

Grace heard the clinking of the dog collar before she saw it. She was not sure exactly what he wanted to do with it, but it couldn't possibly be any worse than what she had already endured. He spoke to her, but only after beating her across the thighs with the collar. Grace groaned at the searing pain, closing her eyes tightly. She had to think of something other than the pain, something pleasant, but it was hard. Each second that passed had her wishing she would just die. Maybe Orion and Dereck had finally given up on her. Maybe they weren't coming after all? When he paused to roll her onto her stomach, she winced, feeling her wrists turn in a direction that they weren't supposed to.

The next pain she felt nearly had her fall unconscious. She screamed when he pressed against her, the cold, metal spikes dug into her skin, slowly seeping into her flesh. She could feel the blood pooling around the spikes, and it made her whimper. When his weight left her, she felt slight relief, and took a few ragged breaths before feeling the brand on her neck again. She pressed her forehead against the cold concrete, tensing her entire body as the seal was now burnt into the back of her neck, right above the top of the giant cross that had been burned into her back months earlier.

Her sobs echoed off of the floor, a small pool of tears forming where she had her forehead pressed against the floor. "Y-You're a coward, you know that?" She spoke, her words breaking slightly as she swallowed down a few sobs. "You're not even a man..." Grace continued, her voice still raspy and soft. "I mean, I had to keep myself from laughing when you ******** me...because I couldn't feel a damn thing..." She chuckled against the concrete, turning her head to the side to get a look at Dylan. "No wonder Maralyn rejected your a**..." Her words were laced with venom, and she glared at him.

Dylan Fleishman

Dylan took the seal from off her neck, listening to her words with a sneer. "Coward? Why because I'm making those men live with the decisions they made to be part of an MC? That's not an easy life, babe. And certainly not a safe one for anyone." It didn't bother Dylan to be hurting the women and not the men themselves. He knew this would hurt those boys more than any damage he could do to them anyway. This would always be a reminder on something they loved. Mental torture. Yea that was what he felt actually lasted longer than any physical tortures.

He flipped her back over roughly, anger seeping through his veins, and hit her hard across the face."They aren't coming for you. So is that your way of begging to feel me inside you again? I can oblige."His hand groped her breast, squeezing and twisting hard as his other hand found the heat between her legs again and started pumping in and out.

((I'll get Jasper up when I get the chance)

((K. Posting from my phone chicachus!))

Cadence shrieked in pain as this stranger branded her. She bucked wildly trying to get away from the searing pain. The pain was enough to cut through the fog in her brain. Everything that had happened was clear to her now.

She was right, there had been a fire at the Cafe. She did in fact go to the hospital. She had went to see Tommy who was there because of the fire. She had been on her way home with a Prospect when a van had forced them to stop. Immediately the Prospect was killed and before she could react two men grabbed her and threw her in a van before they knocked her out.

She had been in and out of consciousness, fighting the urge to stay in that silent darkness. She was very much awake now, and was not the least bit happy to see where she was. She was in some empty room inside some sort of industrial type of building. Well...the room wasn't empty. Her friend and fellow captive was here and looked like s**t. She looked like she had gone a few rounds and definitely lost each one.

There was a man in the room. The one who had branded her, and now he was rummaging through a bag. She knew for a fact whatever 'present' this guy had in his bag of goodies they didn't want. Lyn was yelling at the man, angry he had branded Cadence.
" Hey a*****e! Who the ******** are you?! The poor man's Jigsaw?" She asked referencing the Saw series.

She yanked roughly at the chains. She looked up at them and frowned, then chuckled. She rattled them and stared at the man.
"Really...? All this for a tiny itty bit of a girl? Dude, I barely break 5ft and am not exactly a Sumo wrestler." She knew she should shut up but even if she did he work smack her about. So she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of cowering.
"Whose errand boy are you? Hmmm? Not from the Outcasts, my brother slaughtered those chumps. They were running and hiding like scared little bitches. Funny, that is what you will be doing if you don't let us go immediately." Cadie threatened, not doubting her MC family in the least. She may have to endure a few beatings but they would come. They always came for their family. Come hell or high waters, they rode for their family. Cadence was family through Orion and now Jasper. Her child with Jasper damn near ensured he would always be a part of her life.