The Cost of Freedom Is High

“I think we’ve got about five minutes until we’re there.” DJ stated, looking at the GPS.

“Actually we’re here.” I announced, pulling up into the front yard of this huge mansion.

“I stand corrected.” DJ chuckled.

I parked the car, and the both of us walked out of the car, right up to the door.

DJ knocked on the door and right away Kuza opened the door.

“Hey, come on in.” He said.

DJ and I walked inside, but I noticed that Kuza didn’t lock the door.

“You don’t lock the door?” I asked.

“We always do, we’ve got a whole security thing, but right now she’s drugged up completely passed out so she’s not getting out.” Kuza replied.

“Awesome.” DJ said.

Kuza then led us up to a living room where Chris was with whom I’d presume to be Bella passed out on the couch.

“You made it.” Chris exclaimed, walking over to us with what I’d explain as a face full of relief.

“Yeah, it’s nice and hidden away.” I said.

“Thanks.” Chris thanked me.

“Wow so this is the little troublemaker, huh?” DJ stated, walking over to Bella, and gently brushing the hair out of her face.

“Yeah don’t let her looks or attitude fool you, she can change within a second.” Kuza warned us.

“Don’t worry, she won’t get a chance to.” DJ replied.

“So punishment wise, what have you tried?” I wondered.

“Whips, and a few other little toys here and there.” Chris answered.

“No sex?” I asked.

“No, before and after the pregnancy, and especially not after she lost the baby.” Chris told me.

“Don’t worry we’ll be able to fix her up.” I assured them.

“We don’t have any doubts about that.” Kuza said.

“What’d you give her to make her sleep?” DJ asked, checking her pulse.

“The usual, what you suggested.” Chris replied.

“Cool. Has she ever had chloroform?” DJ wondered.

“No.” Kuza answered.

“Awesome. We probably should get going if we want to get back on time, hopefully earlier.” I stated.

“No problem, thanks so much for doing this. We’ve tried everything we could think of and we knew that you were the next step.” Kuza thanked us.

“Next and last, after she’s done with us I don’t think she’ll even think of going back to how she is now.” DJ said to them.

“Well, good luck.” Chris told us.

“She’s going to be the one that needs luck.” DJ chuckled, lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

“The minimum amount of time we’d need is a week, my guess from what I’ve heard we might need a bit longer.” I stated.

“Take as long as you need.” Kuza replied.

“We’ll walk you out.” Chris announced.

DJ walked next to Chris, and I flanked behind with Kuza.

Once we were outside near the car I opened the door up, and DJ slipped her into the back seat.

“Call us if you need anything.” Kuza stated.

“Will do.” I said.

Once DJ got her secured in the booster seat like seat, and buckled her in, making sure she couldn’t get out we closed the door.

DJ got into the driver’s seat and I hopped into the passenger seat.

With a wave from both Chris and Kuza, the car was started up, and we took off back to our house and Bella’s new ‘training house’.

“She’s in there really tight. She won’t be able to get out of the seat but she can still kick, punch, and of course scream.” DJ let me know.

“Good, at least we’ll get an idea as to what we’re getting into.” I replied.

“Excited?” He asked.

“Fuck yeah, now if she just would wake up the fun could start.” I stated.

“Exactly.” He agreed with me.

About three hours later into our drive we heard a quiet groaning coming from the back.

“Showtime.” I whispered over to DJ.

He just smirked, this was going to be interesting.

“What the fuck?” She mumbled.

“Let’s not say anything, just let her get it all out.” DJ told me very quietly.

I nodded my head in agreement.

“Let me go!” She screamed kicking the back of my seat.

Fuck, she had some power behind her.

“Who the fuck are you?” She yelled.

We had a little less than an hour left in our drive, and for that entire time she kept screaming and attempting to break out of her chair.

Once we got to the house, I pulled in through the front gate, and parked the car in the garage, we turned around and got ready to deal with her.

“Bella shut the fuck up.” I warned her.

“Please just tell me what the hell is going on.” She said, suddenly very calm.

“I’m Michael and this is DJ. Kuza and Chris called us because apparently you can’t behave yourself. So we’re going to train you.” I told her.

“Sorry but those assholes tried that already, didn’t work then, won’t work now.” She snapped.

“Yeah well they’re not us.” DJ said, pulling the keys out of the ignition, and getting out of the car.

I got out of the car as well, and opened up Bella’s door.

“You’re either going to play nice or regret it for a long time. Choose wisely.” I instructed her, unbuckling her from the special seat.

“I’ll be good, sir.” I promised.

That took me back for a second, I sure as hell wasn’t expecting her to address me like that yet, especially since she’d stopped doing that with everyone else.

Who knows?

Fear does things to people.

I opened the door all the way up for her, which placed me behind the door for a second.

The moment her feet touched the ground, she took off in a sprint out of the garage and into the yard.

“Get her DJ.” I screamed.

He went chasing after her like a bat out of hell, and as he did that I grabbed a small bottle of chloroform from the shelf, and a cloth from inside the car, then ran back outside to see if he had caught her yet.

“Let me go!” She screamed, before I even fully exited the garage.

Well, I guess he got her.

“Come on, Bella.” DJ grunted, picking up her thrashing body.

Once he was back inside, I closed the garage door, and saw DJ struggling to keep her pinned down on the floor.

“Need help?” I asked.

“No, just get ready to put it over her mouth, preferably as fast as possible.” He said in a strained voice.

“Fuck you.” She yelled, attempting to thrust her knee up into DJ’s groin.

I started to walk around the car to get to her so it was easier to place the cloth over her face, especially the mouth and nose.

“Knock it off.” DJ yelled. finally getting all four of her limbs under control.

As he did that, I grabbed the chloroform soaked rag, and placed it over her face.

She suddenly relaxed her body, and her head rolled to the side.

Just as I was about to let go of the rag, DJ shook his head no.

Then I realized what was going on.

“Bella, I’m not stupid. Breathe.” I instructed.

She held her breath for a surprising 20 seconds, but after that she couldn’t do it, and she sucked in a huge breath of air.

“She’s actually out now.” DJ stated.

“Wow. She puts up a good fucking fight.” I chuckled, amazed at how tough she was.

“Yeah she kicked me in the fucking nuts.” DJ groaned.

I picked her up bridal style, and walked into the giant house. DJ followed me in and was the one to lock up the intricate lock system.

I dropped her down onto the couch once we got into one of the few living areas, and DJ went and got us both a beer.

“So for tomorrow what would you like to do?” I asked DJ.

“She ran so I’d say we take her downstairs, until she breaks a little bit.” DJ suggested.

“Perfect, I fully agree.” I replied to him.

“I’ll go bring her downstairs if you can go get the clothes for her.” DJ said.

“Yeah, do we want see through or no?” I wondered.

“I’d say no for the moment, we’ll work her up to that.” DJ replied.

“Perfect.” I stated with a grin on my face.

I walked up to what was going to be the three of ours combined bedroom, and pulled
this (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=171287650) out of the closet.

She was really going to regret running.

Notes

Well she kind of got what she wished for in a way, she's away from the other guys.

Still sassy, but can she keep up that spirit?

What exactly is the tactic of Michael and DJ?

Keep reading to find out.

Thanks for reading and have a great day!!!