Abigail's POV

　　Delusional, Maxwell was utterly delusional. So wrapped up in his need for strength and control he wasn't thinking straight; he was power-hungry, and, ultimately, it would be his downfall. 

　　Why would I lie about something like this? About cheating on my boyfriend, playing loose with my morals and risking everything I have with Damien, not to mention Jason's life if Damien ever finds out about the tryst. 

　　"Check", Maxwell ordered; an expression passed between the delusional Alpha and Chester; the sick male stepped beside me; the smile on his face was one of pure entertainment. Grabbing my right hip in one of his giant hands, his coarse fingers groped my legs on his mission to slide my dress around my waist. Lifting my leg to kick him in the balls, I smiled with satisfaction watching him grunt and bed over. My dress fell back to hide my modesty; I had no underwear on still, and like fuck were either of these males getting a look at what lay between my legs! 

　　"This is ridiculous..." I screamed, twisting the chains around my hand to brace myself, bringing my knee into Chester's face, feeling it collide with a bone. I grinned, seeing blood explode from his nose. 

　　"Sorry, but you will not check Jack shit!" I laughed, locking my eyes on Maxwell, "Why would I lie about this, huh? I LOVE Damien! I don't need anyone's protection from him!" I growled, which seemed to freeze Maxwell in the spot as he got from his chair, eyeing me for a moment before he composed himself and stepped closer, patting a wheezing Chester on the back. I watched their eyes glaze over and knew they were communicating. 

　　"Aww, now that's rude! The least you can do is include me in the convo, boys!" I grinned, pushing into the depths of their minds with great effort; I found myself shocked by the disturbed images Chester was conjuring up; he was excited to torture me; he planned to take his time and make it hurt! Perhaps kicking him in the balls wasn't my greatest plan! 

　　But the fucker would learn that I wouldn't break! There were only three things that could harm me, truly hurt me! And none of them were on that tray he was so proud of! Sighing as Maxwell locked eyes on me, noticing the change in my expression. His wolf was pacing nervously, having sensed my intrusion. 

　　"What are you doing?" He asked, making me smirk fiercely. 

　　"Joining the conversation!" I grinned. "Or had you forgotten I can read your fucking thoughts!" I announced into his mind, winking at his clear anger. Turning to look at Chester, I tried to hide the uneasiness washing over me. 

　　"Your a real sick fuck, you know that?" I voiced, my blood still running cold from all the ways he wanted to torture me. 

　　 Without another word, Maxwell approached the back of my hand, colliding with my face, sending me spinning in the chains. I could feel the blood dribbling down my chin and spat it at his feet, not wanting him to remove any more of my clothing. His large hand replaced the spot Chester's had been minutes ago, stopping me from swinging in the chains. Lifting my skirt, he bunched it in his hand on my hip, exposing my pussy to the pair of them.

　　"No panties!" He accused. "Still don't think you're a whore, huh?" He laughed as his other hand grabbed my thigh, Chester took the other, and with a nod between them, they forced them open, cold air assaulting my pussy lips. I could feel the tears welling in my eyes, threatening to fall, but I bit them back. Refusing to give in to his cruelty.

　　Maxwell smirked, seeing the hatred swim in my eyes as I thrashed in their grip, but, ultimately, I had no choice but to accept this. He wanted to prove me a liar, but all this would do was cement my hatred for him! And when Jason found out, it would destroy their relationship! 

　　We both knew that!

　　Chester leaned close to my body, lowering between my now open legs. I felt his free hand slide up my thigh, his fingers rubbing against the stickiness that coated my thighs. 

　　"She has cum on her thighs." He said flatly, but I knew he was grinning; I could hear it in his voice. Standing, Chester looked me in the eyes; his swimming with cruelty, mine hatred. 

　　"That is evidence enough," I growled, trying not to show my embarrassment. Pure evil washed over his face as he leaned in close; I could feel the air run cold around the males, and the scent of arousal filled the air; scoffing, I looked at Chester in contempt, knowing he was the source of the aroma assaulting my nostrils.

　　"This is the only way you can get action? Tie a woman up and take her? Patheti..c.c.c..," I screamed as his finger brutally parted my folds and buried inside me. My screams, mixed with the rattling of the chains, filled the cell; as he pushed his filthy way into my centre, I could feel him curling it inside me, exploring my pussy. 

　　"Well?" Maxwell demanded impatiently.

　　"She's tight! Tightest cunt I have ever had the pleasure of feeling." He grinned, pulling his finger out; the room filled with the sloshing of his fingers playing with the cum he had coaxed out of my core. 

　　"I mean..." He started before repeating his invasion, adding a second finger. "Fuck, Maxwell, you should feel her; she was definitely a virgin; no way she'd be this tight otherwise." He groaned, pulling his hand back a little.

　　"I swear to god, I am going to break the fingers you have inside me off and ram them up your ass when I get free!" I spat as he inserted a painful third finger making me cry out; shutting off from the pain, I looked away only to have Maxwell grip my chin and snarl at me. Looking down at Chester's hand, which was desperately trying to stretch me enough to take his third digit fully.

　　"She is undoubtedly full of cum!" Chester admitted bringing his fingers out for Maxwell to see. The reality of the situation dawned on him as he looked between Chester's fingers and my face. 

　　"What makes you think you are getting free?" He grinned. "It seems Chester here has taken a shine to you; I might let him have you!" He snickered. Letting me go with loathing, stepping aside, I watched his eyes glaze over. 

　　"I have to go; Jason is waking up." HE announced, nodding to Chester, who was back to palming his tray of toys. 

　　"Her lip has already healed." Maxwell acknowledged with a grin in Chester's direction, the pair ignoring me.

　　"I want to know how quickly she heals, breaks a few bones, inflicts pain, flay that pretty porcelain skin of hers if you like; I want to know her limit!" 

　　Pulling the door open, I braced myself on the chains, staring at his dark eyes with disdain I didn't know I was capable of. 

　　"Chester- have fun with her, but you're not to fuck her." He declared with a nod before leaving.

　　"Not yet!" 

　　"OH, HOW FUCKING GRACIOUS OF YOU!" I bellowed after him, turning my attention back to the sinful face of Chester. I grinned and leaned back on the chains. 

　　"Let's have at it then, Chester, the molester. Do your worst! I can take it!"

　　But the truth was, I could! I could manage physical pain, but the physiological scares of how he had just violated me would be harder to forget.