K A Knight - [Her Monsters 01] - Rage Read online

  I flop onto my back and feel along the cold, hard floor until my hand meets something metal. Stroking upwards, I realise it’s a bar. I’m in a fucking cage.

  Sitting up, I growl when a chain jangles with the movement. My eyes have finally started to adjust to the blackness and I can make out the silver chain tied to a hoop in the floor and linked around my ankle. I blow out a breath and push my messy hair back behind my ears, before checking I still have on underwear. Yay for me, I do.

  I get to my feet and begin to explore the cage. It's not very big, barely big enough to lay down flat in. Tilting my head, I scent the air but all I can smell is mould and salty air.

  "Hey pricks!" I yell, because no way am I waiting for them to be all dramatic and keep me waiting, I have a date with Nos.

  "Shh," comes a small voice.

  "Someone else here?" I ask loudly.

  "Shut up, you’re going to make them come back," another voice hisses, almost feminine.

  "How many of you are there?" I inquire quietly this time, sensing their panic.

  "Ten, you were brought in a couple of hours ago, making us eleven," a softer voice answers to my right.

  I can barely make out the other cages in here, it’s that dark. "What have they been doing to you?" I question, my anger resurfacing.

  "There were twenty of us to begin with. Five were sold, like we’ll soon be. Five were taken below," the same voice answers.

  "Below?" I echo, curious.

  "Whatever they do down there to you, you don't come back," another sad sounding voice responds.

  "Shut the fuck up, will you? Do you really want them to come back?" comes a hiss again, but their fear wafts in the air.

  "Yes, yes I do," I answer honestly.

  "Why?" the other voice asks, as I hear rustling of movement.

  "Because the quicker they come back, the quicker I can kill them all and get free, and the quicker I can get back for my date." I laugh.

  "She's fucking crazy," someone mutters.

  "That I am, but I'm going to save your sane asses so be nice," I reply before cupping my mouth. "Hey pencil dicks, wanna play? I’m boooooreddd. Helllooooo?" I shout loudly, and it reverberates around the large, empty space. From the echo, it sounds like we are in a big, empty room somewhere.

  I hear footsteps before a door flies open somewhere on the other side of the room, hitting the wall. Someone swears before they flick on the lights. Buzzing starts overhead as the lights slowly turn on, illuminating the warehouse we are in—because that’s what it is.

  Boxes and crates sit to one side in a corner, and a truck is parked to my left with a big roll up door in front of it. We are in a row in the middle of the warehouse, ten cages on each side, twenty in total. Only ten are full though. I catch my first glimpse of the girls being held here and only one word comes to mine—haggard. They have all been beaten and abused in some way. One even flinches from the light, curling into her barely clad body and crying out, and whimpers slip from her mouth as she rocks back and forth.

  Dragging my eyes from her, I spot the studio setup behind the cages. It’s a white background with big light stands against the back wall, and numerous cameras aimed that way. No doubt that’s how they showcase and sell the girls. The thought makes me sick, but also angry. I can deal with anger, it's mostly what kept me going since I clawed my way back from the dead.

  I meet the dead eyes of the woman opposite me—nothing lives there. No fear, no anger...they are just empty. It sends a shiver down my spine. It’s the look of acceptance. Her brown hair is cut in different lengths and is greasy, but there is a pink highlight standing out, which tells me at some point this woman did care.

  Her face is gaunt and smudged with dirt and blood, and her bottom lip is split and one of her eyes is black. She is wearing nothing but a white tank top and some black panties with a rip at the top. Her tanned, long legs are covered in bruises and hand marks, and when I meet her eyes again, I let her see the fury there at her treatment and hopefully their death.

  She steps back, her hands dropping from the bars as she stands in the middle of the cage and waits for the boots I hear approaching to get closer.

  "I warned you," she whispers sadly.

  The boots get closer and I get my first glimpse of our captors. He's dressed in all black, like nearly every bad guy you see. Black cargo pants are tucked into black military style boots, and he wears a tight black t-shirt with guns strapped across his chest and thighs. He's an opposing man, for a human.

  Tattoo's cover his neck—a moth with its wings open, curling up and around his jaw. A teardrop is inked under one eye, only making the darkness and cruelty I see in those brown orbs seem more intense. His hair is buzzed close to his head and he walks like a soldier. All stiff, upright, and his eyes are scanning everything. Maybe a merc? It means these guys are the best, well organised, and this wasn't a rushed job. They are trading in humans and doing something much worse to them, if what the girls in the cages are saying is true.

  He walks down the aisle in the middle of the cages, looking in each one. Every girl flinches, scurrying away from him until they rest at the back of the cage. The look in their eyes, the tightness of their bodies, shows he has definitely hurt them before, maybe even violated them.

  Leaning casually against the bars, I wait for him to get to me. This little impromptu kidnapping is ruining all my plans. One of the girls on my row, two cages down, makes a noise when he passes and he smacks the bars with his fist, laughing when she flinches. Screw plans. I'm going to have some fun.

  He stops in front of my cage, eyeing me with interest. "So you’re the new piece of ass they brought in?" He leers at me, his eyes running down my body. "The new ones are so much fun to break in."

  "I’ll admit, I do have a good ass. Why don't you come and find out for yourself? But I'll warn you. I bite." I grin, stepping back from the bars and into the middle of my cage, waiting for him.

  His eyes waver for a moment, looking around before he comes to a decision, his need outweighing his survival instincts. "That's what these are for." He unclips a gun and aims it at my stomach as he fiddles with the lock on my cage.

  I don't know if I can survive a gunshot, but I guess we’re going to find out. I wait, unmoving, until he unlocks it and swings the door open. He edges in, his eyes pinning me as he steps through and clangs it shut behind him, but I know it's unlocked. I’m betting he’s expecting the gun to stop me, or scare me. Idiot.

  "Make it easy on yourself, don't fight me. Or do, I love it when you break. The first time you realize it doesn't matter what you do." He licks his lips, his eyes burning with excitement. Oh, he likes the fight alright, and I’m going to give him one.

  "I like it rough, what can I say?" I laugh when I hear a snort and a laugh from one of the other cells. I grin at the man as he narrows his eyes.

  "On your knees," he orders.

  "Yeah, I'm going to pass. How about you get on yours?" I purr.

  "On your fucking knees!" he shouts, his finger tightening on the trigger.

  Rolling my eyes, I strut towards him until I can run my finger down his chest. His eyes watch me, waiting for me to make a wrong move. Trailing my touch down his hard crotch, I watch his mouth open as his eyes heat. Idiot. Circling my finger, I run it back up his chest until I can curl my hand around his throat. I squeezed hard suddenly and he yells, his finger slipping on the trigger.

  The shot throws me stumbling back and I lose my hold on him. Wide-eyed, I look down at the blood blossoming on my stomach and the hole through my dress.

  "This was a new dress you bastard!" I yell as he gulps, his eyes round as he falls back.

  "Wh-what are you?" he stutters.

  "You fucking shot me!" I shout, and with a growl I fling myself towards him.

  He howls and turns, trying to get the cage door open as I land on his back and wrap my body around him.

  Yanking his head to the side, I sink my teeth into his neck until I taste blood. He scr
eams and falls back. I release his neck and jump down and spin until I’m in front of him. Blood streams steadily down his neck as he watches me, his face frozen in terror as he backs away from me.

  I saunter towards him, licking his blood from my lips with a hum. He swallows hard and I’m on him again in an instant. I knock him back to the floor and pin him there, then I lean down and lap up the trail of blood before looking back at him.

  "Now, be a good boy and tell me what you do with the women you take below," I purr, stroking around the bite wound. When he doesn't answer me I press my finger inside it, widening the cut and he screams.

  "Tell me," I demand. "I have somewhere to be and I’m getting bored with you."

  "They-they aren't human," he whispers, and his eyes dart to the side.

  "Well, shit," I mutter. "You hunting the non-humans?"

  "No, no, no! They steal and take girls to sell, we get our fun and well, erm, they tend to out themselves when we touch them. Like you did. Usually, though, they don't have a clue until that moment and their powers are weak."

  "What do you do with them?" I ask, leaning closer.

  "They, not we. We just take them down there. I think they experiment on them, try to bring their powers out further. If they can’t, they are resold or if they are too broken, they kill them," he rushes out, with sweating dripping down his forehead.

  "If you can bring them out?" I press, sitting back.

  "They sell them, I don't know who to. They are some mysterious weird people. They claim they are their people, and they buy them all and we never see them again. I swear, that's all I know!" he pleads.

  "Well, that's boring. If that's all you know, what use are you to me?" I query, tapping my chin dramatically.

  His eyes widen and his breathing stutters. "I can get you out of here, without me you won't get through the doors, there are hand scanners!" he shouts, bucking up against me, but I just brace my legs and keep us there, my new strength coming in handy.

  "Oh, I don't need you alive for that," I say softly as I lean back down. "Don't worry, it won't hurt—much." I laugh.

  He opens his mouth to scream and I latch on, my mouth covering his as my powers roars to life, sucking down his energy and life. He kicks and fights beneath me while I keep him pinned, holding his face with both hands in a vice-like grip, our mouths fused against each other.

  I feel him weakening with every pull, and his legs slow down and his hands stop their beating until they drop to his side, useless. Opening my eyes, I meet his as they start to dim, his whole face going gaunt like I’m sucking the life from him—which I guess I am.

  When he’s nothing more than a husk, I pull away and lick my dry lips. I throw my head back and groan at the full feeling—you know, the one where you go to an all-you-can-eat buffet and you over stuff yourself? Yeah, that. It feels like I might burst. Luckily, I know what’s coming when the shivers start to rack my body, and this time I try to speed them up.

  Calling inside of me, I search for that power that flows up and over my skin, changing it. Closing my eyes through the pain, I breathe deeply and let it change me. My body extends and my muscles harden.

  It's faster this time, and in under thirty seconds I open my eyes and look down at my body to see that of the guard. I even have his clothes on, but no guns. That will be a dead giveaway.

  I stand up and freeze when I hear the whispers of the other girls, forgetting for a moment I had an audience.

  "What the fuck?" one mutters, her voice shaking in fear.

  Turning around to look at the other cages, I see that they are all looking at me in fear, apart from the girl in the cage opposite me. She stares with a small smile curving her lips, and it’s the closest thing to life I’ve ever seen enter her eyes. "Well shit, you were right." She laughs.

  I grin back at her and she grimaces. "It's weird, I know it's you, but all I can see is that bastard."

  "Try growing a cock, that shit is weird," I reply with a wink, as I turn back and unstrap the dead man's weapons and slide them onto my body. Spinning back around, I face her and hold my arms out.

  "Everything look the same?" I ask.

  She runs her eyes down me, and wraps her hands around her middle in an attempt to keep herself warm. "Yes, apart from the blood on your chin, they will question where it came from."

  Nodding in thanks, I wipe my chin and when I face her again she nods. Turning back, I quickly search his body for anything useful. I find the keys in his front pocket and I hang them from one finger as I kick his body into the corner of the cell. He lets out a ripping fart and I crinkle my nose, even in death he's an ass.

  Slipping from my open cage, I head across the row and open hers first. She nods but waits until I step away to slip through the open door, I guess my new face is throwing her off. No doubt she endured his hands and personal form of 'breaking in' that he planned for me. I turn to the others but they all cower away from me as I unlock their cells. Stepping back, I hold my hands up to show them I mean them no harm.

  "You're free, I’ll open the door and get you guys to the front so you can go on your way," I say, trying to soften my voice I don’t scare them.

  "What about you?" the talkative one asks, stopping near me but not near enough to touch.

  "I'm heading below," I reply, my hands turning into fists and inciting a whimper from one of the girls.

  "You can't go alone, you heard what he said. He only goes down there to take the person who they believe is...not human. If you go alone, it will raise suspicion," she points out and I swear, knowing she’s right.

  She sighs, rubbing the back of her head. "Fuck. You can take me down there, but you have to promise you will get me out."

  I nod and she sighs again. "Good enough. They haven't seen me so it should work. Come on, before someone comes to see what's happening."

  She straightens her back and life returns to her expression with a fierceness I wasn't expecting from her. Sweeping my eyes over the others, I walk in front in case anyone comes in. When we get to the door I scan my hand, like the guard mentioned, on a pad at the side. I have to wait an annoyingly long time before it pings green and the door opens.

  Swinging it open, I step through confidently and scan the hallway. When I don't see anyone, I gesture for them to follow me. They scurry out and I lean back in, and flick the lights off. It might buy us some time if someone goes to investigate.

  "Does anyone know which way?" I inquire softly, looking from left to right.

  A corridor leads either way and I was knocked out when I was dragged in, so I don't know which way is out.

  "Left is the way down, right is the way out," Talker mutters. Where the others hide behind me like a shield, she lingers next to me. Even as her body shakes and her eyes give away her nerves and fear, she stands straight.

  "How do you know?" I ask, curious, and she throws me a scathing look.

  "I was awake when they brought me in and I’ve watched enough girls being dragged out and downstairs from my cage," she replies harshly and I nod again, that must have been hard.

  "What's your name, I can't keep calling you Big Balls in my head," I joke, trying to break the tension as we start down the corridor on the right, ready to get the other girls out first.

  She laughs, the sound rough, like she isn't sure how to do it anymore. "It doesn't matter, the name belongs to the old me, the me before this place. I do like Big Balls though." She smiles over at me and I return it before concentrating back on our task.

  "BB it is then," I finish, holding my arm out for them to stop and get back to the wall as we come to a sharp corner.

  I stick my head around and sigh when I spot no one there, kind of disappointing to be honest. I wanted to try this new body out. I can feel the strength running through it and when I handled those guns, this body knew exactly what to do. Like riding a bike or fucking.

  "Come on," I urge softly, stepping out around the corridor just as two more guards round the corner at the other end.
Fuck.

  Grabbing BB's arm, I drag her to my side. I look down at her with a warning and she goes limp, her eyes downcast as her hair hides her face, playing the part of the good slave.

  The two guards notice me and stop halfway down. "There you bloody are. We were just coming to see what the hold up was, Rick has just dealt the next hand," the bigger one on the left calls. He's bigger than this body, but not by much. He has the same buzz cut and a flat-looking face. Square almost, with greenish eyes staring into mine. His friend to his right is smaller, skinner, but something about him unnerves me instantly. Where the big guy seems to welcome me, or the guard I should say, this other one eyes me suspiciously.

  "Had to get my dick wet, was trying out the new bitch when this one," I throw BB forward and she stumbles and falls to the floor with a whimper, "Decided to show herself," I finish, laughing as BB struggles to her feet.

  "No fucking shit? Figured if she was one of those freaks it would have come out long before now." Big guy laughs, thrusting his hips at BB and making her cringe back.

  "What did she do?" skinny guy asks, eyeing her then me.

  I open my mouth to say I don't know what, when big guy nudges him. "What's it matter man, that's another one! Boss Man will be really happy!"

  The skinner one grunts but seems to accept it. "Want me to take her down?" he questions, his eyes turning greedy as he looks at her body. I feel her shake against me and I know this is the man she fears the most. When she looks up at me, her eyes are pooling with tears and beg me not to let him get her. He must be seriously fucked up to make this cold woman cry.

  The smart thing to do would be to leave them to it, let them get back to their game, but I can't. Not knowing he hurt these girls. It could have been me, they could have been me, and now I have the strength to help and make it stop. Am I going to walk away? Am I? Fuck no.