The Biker's Hidden Baby

Heroin.

Lara's P.O.V

I wasn't sure for how long I had been here, being tied to a metal cot that dug into my skin through the thin mattress was pure torture. The men took turns feeding me (rice and beans or dry bread and a quarter cup of tea) and offered me small sips of water. It was hardly enough to wet my parched throat and the food was just enough to hold off hunger pains.

I didn't know whether it was day or night as the room I was being held in was in constant darkness until it was either feeding time or bathing time... bathing time was the worst. A bucket of cold water got splashed over my head while I stood in a small metal bath in my underwear, then I was roughly dried and tied back on the cot.

The torture started slightly... from tiny insects that burned when I was bitten, to spiders crawling over me... then they brought in the snakes... they bit, and it stung, but I doubt they were venomous enough to cause me any harm, only discomfort, burning and sharp stabbing pain.

When the snakes, spiders or insects crawled off me, they would just come back and add more laughing every time I squirmed, or shrieked, mocking me. My body grew weak due to the lack of food and water... my body remained in a state of coldness as a cold breeze continued to blow even when there were no windows.

I checked every time I had a chance. When they turned on the lights, I assumed I was in an underground hiding place... either this place was so far from civilization and no one could hear me screaming, or it was underground and soundproof. I didn't even remember getting here. When I got into the car, I remember Monica handing one of the men a bottle of water, but I refused to drink from it until one of the guys pinched my nose so that I was forced to open my mouth and threw the water in it.

i woke up with no headache, no groggy feeling, so maybe it was a mild sedative. I silently cried, wishing that someone would find me, or that these men would take pity on me and let me go, but they seemed to be enjoying everything they were doing. Then they started injecting me with something in my arm that made me feel loopy like I wasn't even a part of this world.

And I was ashamed to say or even think about it, but it made me feel good. I couldn't feel anything once they injected me, and I knew they were giving me drugs... maybe heroin. When the drugs wore off, my body ached, and I begged for more, but this was part of their torture. They loved hearing me beg for it.

They loved seeing me suffer from withdrawal. My body shook violently, a cold sweat broke out throughout my entire body and just when I felt like I was going to die, they would inject me again. They weren't even remorseful enough to cover my half-naked body. My bathroom was right next to my cot and even though I have tried to hold back doing a number 2 most times, I couldn't.

They would leave it at the side of my bed uncleaned, for god knew how long before they decided it was time to clean it. I wasn't even given the privilege of privacy. Everything I did I had to do in front of them after untying me from the cot. My body is too weak to even make a run for it.

I was thin and frail, nothing like the woman I was when I first got here. All my life I had never been a bony person, but now that was changing, even my state of mind was changing. I was losing control of myself with every passing moment they held me here and Monica never returned like she said she would.

As the seconds, minutes, hours or days passed, these men grew brazen, they never touched me, never tried anything s****l with me until now. This was a game for them. They wanted to see how much I could handle before I broke completely. After I was tied down on the cot, my legs spread and tied to each post at the bottom of the bed...

One of them thought it was fun to leave a vibrator between my legs at full speed. I heard them make bets on how many times they thought I would come in one day. I tried honestly, I did, but I came over and over again even when I wasn't enjoying it, even when I was crying and begging for them not to do this, even when I found it so humiliating and mortifying.

I was disgusted by these men for treating me this way, disgusted at myself for reacting the way they were. I was tired, drained, high, scared, and more, yet my body climaxed every time. It was finally over, and they removed the vibrator. I couldn't even turn into a ball and cry myself to sleep. And as a treat for being a "GOOD GIRL".

I was given more drugs.

Tanner's P.O.V

I rang the doorbell to Lara's apartment as soon as I saw her mother return from dropping Riley off at school. I was too paranoid to go home last night, so I just stayed in my car all night making sure that they were okay. I wasn't even happy about the fact that she was taking him to school today.

So I made arrangements with an old friend to watch the school and to keep an eye out on Riley. He called a few minutes ago to let me know he got the picture I sent him of Riley that I took from Lara's i********: and that he was stationed outside the school close enough to see everything but still at a distance where someone wouldn't get suspicious of him hanging around in his car at a school.

Mrs Huston let me in and guided me to the lounge area. She looked nervous, but I doubt she was as nervous as I felt.

"So what is it that you would like to talk to me about?"

She asked me after taking a seat.

"First I would like to say how sorry I am for leaving your daughter with a baby. I didn't know about him... I was in an accident and...

"I know about that, Lara, and I share everything."

She said, cutting me off. I wouldn't say she was cold, but her tone of voice told me I wasn't forgiven yet.

"Then you know that I had no memory of her?"

"Yes, I know that too."

"I think my mother is involved in all of this. She might even be involved in Lara's disappearance."

"Why would you think that?"

"I'm not sure what is really going on, but Riley told me about the night he met my mother. She was the last person to see Lara."

"Then we should get the police involved."

"I hired a PI to look into things. I am waiting for him to get back to me with any information he might have found. Then we can figure out what to do next. For now, I do not want to go to the police and alert my mother if she is involved. It will only give her time to cover her tracks, or she might even end up hurting Lara if she does have her."

"What if she has already hurt my daughter?"

"I'm not ready to think about that yet."

"Why is your mother doing this? I know Lara and your mother had some words the day she tried to visit you in hospital, but is it really enough for her to want to hurt my daughter?"