Part 11
~TRISH'S POV~
I watch impassionedly as my security team shuffles all my guests before me
and forces them down on their knees. I watch as they struggle uselessly
with their restraints. How dare them think that I would just let them waltz
onto my island and carry my slaves away.
I stand up and walk over to Kurt, lifting his chin. He looks confused as I
release him. He's the only innocent one in this bunch.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Angle, but it was necessary for your
safety," I whisper apologetically as I can.
He nods in understanding as he rubs his wrists and gives me a weak smile.
I watch as Hunter helps him up and pulls him to where he is sitting. Poor
Hunter, I hope Kurt doesn't break his heart.
I stroll casually back to my throne. Yes, my throne. Here, I am the Queen
Bitch. I glare at the other four men who shift nervously before me.
I start with Regal, because I want the weasel out of my sight as soon as
possible. I stroke Stephanie's hair as she sits by my feet. She looks sick
from the side effects of the chloroform.
Bastard.
"Mr. Regal, Stephanie is old enough to make her own choices in life," I say
coldly.
"Is she now?" Regal mocks me.
"Yes, I am," Stephanie whispers, holding her stomach, resisting the urge to
vomit.
"Her father has given her hand to me in marriage," he says smiling, licking
the corners of his lips.
"But only if you get her off the island, correct?" I ask with a half smirk,
enjoying watching the smile disappear from his face.
He glared and me and I couldn't help but smile my prettiest victory smile.
"Strip him, take him to the boat, and deliver him to Mr. McMahon. Attach a
note around his neck telling Mr. McMahon that Stephanie finds this one
unacceptable," I say smiling sweetly.
"Naked?" Regal asks mortified at the idea of standing before Mr. McMahon
naked.
I nod. Stephanie giggles as Bradshaw drags the struggling man away towards
the boat dock. She looks up at me and smiles. I caress her cheek letting
her know that she is the love of my life.
Terry stares at me through his long locks of hair. His eyes are blank of
all expression. Bastard. He raped Jeff. I would like nothing better than
to cut his damn cock off. I glance over at Jeff and find that he is still
whimpering as Matt tries to comfort him.
Bubba Ray and D-Von hold Terry and I can see the burning hatred in their
eyes. Everyone here loves Jeff.
I debate for a moment and decide that his punishment should cause him as
much pain as it caused Jeff. Since Jeff will probably never be the same,
why should Terry's life be the same?
"Break all his fingers, double break his trigger finger," I order. What
could be worst for a hit man than broken fingers?
"YOU BITCH!" He hisses as his head snaps up.
I twirl a strand of hair through my fingers. "You're lucky that I didn't go
with the first punishment that came to my mind," I growl, glancing at his
privates.
He screams as the Dudley's drag him away. If I know them, they will take
their time breaking them.
Benoit grins at Mark, who grins back.
"Oh, don't even think that you two get off easy," I hiss. "How dare you
try to steal Adam and Chris from me!"
"Alright, I'll buy them from you," Benoit says smugly.
"They are NOT for sale!"
Adam and Chris look at each other with a confused look on their faces.
"Name your price," Benoit continues.
"They are not for sale," I growl once again.
"I thought everything was for sale on Pleasure Island, Mistress Trish,"
Benoit smirks. "I paid one million for a week with Chris. Why not add
several more million and let me have him?"
"Sex is one thing, Benoit, but it must be his choice to leave the island and
stay with you as his lover, not a possession," I argue.
"He's free to leave?" Benoit asks in disbelief.
"Of course, everyone here is."
Mark looks at Adam with a hopeful smile. Adam lowers his eyes and shifts
nervously under Mark's stare.
"Chris, will you come with me?" Benoit asks hopefully.
Chris looks at him for a moment and then at me. Confusion was written all
over his beautiful face. He wanted to go with Benoit, but he was afraid.
Only I knew the reason behind his hesitation. It happened two years ago
when Chris was madly in love with his boss, who promised him the moon and
stars, but ended up breaking his heart by firing and dumping him for a
younger man. She had literally broken him. Chris had been so devastated
that he almost committed suicide. Lucky for him, I found him.
Maybe Benoit was really in love with him, maybe not. There was only one way
to find out. "Chris is he loves you, he will be your slave for a week," I
whisper, smiling innocently.
"What?" Benoit asks shocked, glaring at me.
"If you love him, you will have no problems submitting to him," I whisper
with a wicked grin.
I see Benoit debate with himself. He's a man not used to giving up control
for one minute, let alone one week.
I motion for Faarooq to undo his handcuffs. Benoit stands and walks over to
where Chris is standing. "I would give all my money to have you by my side.
If all you ask is for a week of my submission, then I agree to the terms.
However, afterwards, I want your hand in marriage."
Chris looked at him shocked. Marriage? "You want to marry me?" Chris
asked with a huge grin.
I almost fell off my throne. Holy shit! Marriage! Benoit threw me a curve
ball on that one. "Only if the wedding takes place here," I add with a
smirk, winking at Benoit. I love weddings as long as I'm not the one saying
I do.
Chris blushes and nods. Benoit smiles the biggest smile that I think I've
ever seen as he takes Chris' hand.
I motion for Mark's restraints to be removed. He stands to his full height
and Faarooq jumps back ready for a fight. Mark merely chuckles as he pulls
a shocked Adam to him.
"I hadn't thought about marriage, but hell, if Benoit can do it, I can. If
you want me long legs, I'm yours."
"You'll submit to me for a week?" Adam asks with a wolfish grin.
'That's my boy!' I think silently as we all await the big man's reply.
"Yes," Mark whispers biting his bottom lip.
I smile as I sit back and watch Adam pull Mark away. I have a feeling Mark
might regret that decision.
I watch Jason as he starts to pout, and I might add that he does it so
beautifully. Kevin notices and leans in, kissing him deeply. Jason is soon
squirming in the big man's arms and giggling as Kevin nibbles on his neck.
~TBC~
