The Cost of Freedom Is High

“Wake up Bella.” A female voice whispered, while rocking me gently back and forth.

“Mom?” I asked, jumping up in excitement.

The red and black hair told me otherwise.

It was Ashley Costello.

“Not quite.” She chuckled.

“Please tell me Danny and Austin are still here.” I groaned.

She chuckled, and pulled me up so I was sitting.

“They’re gone. Nikki and the others figured out that since not much was going on this week you could stay here. Plus they were going to start getting you ready for Warped, and there’s nothing that we can’t do that they can.” She told me.

“Shit.” I whispered, not feeling good about this at all.

“Come on, follow me down to my room.” She stated.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you like me with Nikki and the rest of your band?” I wondered.

“A submissive?” She replied.

“Submissive, slave, same difference.” I muttered.

“You still have to switch that mindset, and no I’m not anyone’s submissive, or a dominatrix. However Nikki and the rest of my band are on the same level as Danny, Austin, and everyone else back at the main mansion. They’re dominants and you are expected to treat them like that.” She informed me.

“And you’re just okay with this?” I asked.

“They can make their own decisions.” She replied.

“It’s kidnap and rape, sure they can make their own decisions but what they’re doing is really fucking illegal!” I exclaimed.

“From what I’ve heard, lately you haven’t had an issue with it.” She stated.


That stopped me in my tracks.

“I don’t have many other options.” I told her.

“Whatever. I have to leave in an hour so I’m going to give you as much info as possible. First and most important tip, don’t screw around with Nikki or Chris. Nikki’s a bit more obviously pissed off, but Chris is a lot calmer. It doesn’t mean he won’t put you through the ringer. Listen to them and do as they say, and you should be fine.” She said.

“Is Chris the bassist?” I wondered.

“Yep, Chris Khaos. He’s the one.” She answered.

We started walking again and finally we entered her room.

It was black and red, no surprise there.

“So what exactly is going to happen to me?” I asked her.

“Normal stuff, and there’s some things that need to be done to get you ready for Warped.” Ash told me.

“That’s like 7 months away.” I said.

“Some things take longer to get used to.” She stated.

“Ah.” I muttered.

Her phone rang, and she looked at the text.

“Shit, I have to go now.” She exclaimed.

“Please don’t leave me here with them. I swear I’ll do anything, but Nikki scares the fuck out of me. I haven’t done anything since I got back from Taylor’s. Just please take me back to the main house.” I begged her.

“I can’t do that.” She told me, walking us both out towards the main entrance.

When we arrived in the main room, I noticed that no one else was there.

Getting out was my main goal for now.

She opened up the door, and that’s when I heard footsteps coming my way.

Not thinking I bolted over to the door and quickly slipped my leg through the small crack.

“Ashley, please!” I cried, pounding my fists against the door.

“Bella, stop it.” She warned me, in a somehow motherly tone.

“No!” I screamed, as I turned around and saw Nikki walking towards me.

“Nikki, get her leg out.” Ashley instructed him.

The closer he got to me my fists started to swing and I did everything in my power to keep my distance from him.

Nothing worked.

“Come here.” He cooed, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

Ashley slammed the door shut and I could even hear the door lock.

“Set me down. I want to go back to the main house!” I screeched, while tearing up at the same time.

“Bella, stop fucking fighting me.” He growled.

“Nikki, stop!” I screamed back, as his nails once again dug into my flesh.

He said nothing to me, and carried me all the way downstairs. From all of my past experiences I knew that being brought downstairs was never good. Maybe I should’ve been smarter.

Too late now.

I was thrown down onto a bed in a black empty room down there, and I pushed myself up against the wall away from him.

Kneeling on the bed, he crawled over towards me, gripping my face in his one large hand.

“Do you know what I used to be called?” He whispered in my ear, eerily.

I shook my head no, and silently let out a few more tears.

“Nikki Devil. I used to raise hell with people. Now you’ve given me a reason to let all of that out.” Nikki informed me.

“Please, I just want to leave.” I whimpered.

“Never provoke the fucking Devil.” He growled, jerking my head so that our eyes locked into each other’s.

I think he was about to give William a run for his money.

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