Ink: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Rae Lake (most inspirational books .txt) 📕

not going to hurt you, and I don’t want your money. I need you to unlock something.” I said quietly.

He began to drop his hands a little and looked around, “Well, what is it? A safe or something because I don’t have the equipment I need for a large safe.”

I shook my head and lowered my weapon slightly. “I wish it were a fucking safe. Get what you would need to pick a padlock or something like that. The key didn’t look very extravagant.”

He reached into a drawer and picked up a small case, which I was assuming held what he needed.

“We need to go somewhere private. You know just in case I have to shoot you because you do something stupid.” I tipped my head to the side to see how he would react to the threat.

“Nnno, no, I wouldn’t… won’t. I mean, I’ll be cool.” He stuttered out as he walked back to a small door, I followed behind him.

“Do you have camera’s back here?” I asked him once we were in the back room.

“Yeah, this one up here.”

I looked in the direction he pointed and reached up to pull the cord, attaching it to a power source.

“What I’m about to ask you to do is very fucking sensitive and quite personal. If I ever hear you’ve gone around and told this shit to anyone, I will come back and put a fucking bullet in your head. You understand?”

The man nodded his head quickly.

I sucked in a deep breath. This shit was embarrassing, but what fucking choice did I have? I saw his face scrunch in confusion when I put the gun down in front of me and began unbuckling my pants.

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he caught a glimpse of the intricate torturous device encasing my manhood.

“The fuck?” He turned the light on and moved a little closer to me. “Holy shit! I have seen my share of fucked up foreplay but never nothing like this. The little lady that put this on took off with your money, didn’t she?” He looked up to my face, a smile on his. He thought I would have someone put this on me voluntarily? If I didn’t need him, I would have smashed his teeth down his throat.

“Look, I’m not here to get into my life story with you. Just get this shit the fuck off my dick, and I’ll be about my merry way.”

“Okay, let me see what I’m working with here.” He sat on a small stool and rolled to me, and his head was incredibly close to my dick. It was uncomfortable as fuck.

He touched it gently and lifted, trying to see where the locking mechanism was. “This shit isn’t for foreplay; this is some sort of torture device, you see this part here?”

I looked down at where he was pointing. “It’s a tripwire for the most part. If you had tried to take this off on your own, there was a high chance a security mechanism of some sort would have kicked in. I don’t know what is in the silo, but it would have completely activated.”

“Needles, there are needles in the silo.”

He looked up at me, the mirth he’d on his face a second ago transformed into pity. “Fuck, man, okay. I’ll help you out.” He moved even closer, putting on his magnifying glasses and picked up a few tools from the small case he had.

I backed up sightly, a lot of that shit was sharp. I was starting to see I had a real phobia with that shit.

“Look, man, I don’t want to fuck you up, but you have to be still as possible, or this can go really bad. You get it?” He looked at me again, the magnifying glasses making one eye look bigger than the other.

“Yeah, alright. alright.” I took a deep breath and tried to think about anything but the fact I could lose my dick right now.

I was able to count to twenty before I heard an ominous click, I looked down, and he looked up at the same time, the fear evident on his face.

“You good? Did it set off?” He asked.

“No, is it open?”

He let out a sigh, “No, that was just to get rid of the backup locking mechanism. The next one should let you out. You ready?” he asked before getting back to work.

I tried to get the excitement out of my body. The last thing I wanted to do was to get ahead of myself. I wouldn’t feel good until that metal trap was sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

I almost fucking cried when I heard the next click, and the tight metal I’d grown so accustomed to began to loosen.

He let go and put his hands up, not taking the device completely off. “I’m sure you want a private moment.”

I turned away from him, not even caring that I left a loaded weapon right on the table. I opened up the contraption and almost jumped in victory. The trap had only been off in the presence of Ruby or when I was taken to do stall brawls. There were a few times a year where it was taken off because they wanted my dick to breathe without the stifling metal or if any ointments were needed to heal my abraded and cut up shaft, but each time my hands were permanently restrained behind my back.

“Uh, when you are done. Would you mind if I took a look at that?”

“The fuck you want to take a look at it for?” I asked calmly.

“Well, honestly, this is the first time I’ve ever seen a lock like that, I’d like to study it a little more.”

I turned swiftly, “What do you mean? Are you telling me you have never opened up a lock like this? You could have just had my dick impaled with about a thousand mini needles?” I gingerly put myself into my pants. The cotton of the underwear,