Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I whimper as drool runs from my gagged mouth, and I sniff, trying to breathe, but my nose is stuffy. Something crawls up the back of my leg. For all I know, it could be a snake or a spider. I’m praying for the snake. Maybe it’ll make its way to my neck and wrap itself around me, suffocating me. The thought makes me think of Saint and what he watched on the tape that the guys recorded back in that room at Carnage. Has he seen it yet? Was it live? Does he even know that I’m no longer there? And Haidyn? Where the fuck is he? Did they kill him? He had been shot and wasn’t talking much when they separated us. God, I hope not. I’d hate to be the reason they hurt him.
A back door to the house opens, and two guys step outside onto the porch. I tremble as they walk down the concrete steps, passing the Olympic-size swimming pool, heading right toward me.
There’s not a lot of light where I’m at, but the back of the house gives off enough that I can see enough. They’re dressed the same as before—black pants, black long-sleeve shirts with matching gloves and masks. They’ve got their voices altered so I can’t tell if they are the ones from earlier or not. I hate that the most, that they’re hiding who they really are. I’d prefer to see their true faces. Only a coward chooses to hide himself.
“I say we let her go, and we play a fun game of hide-and-seek,” one suggests as they come to a stop in front of me. I don’t have to see their eyes to know they’re running over my naked body. “First one to catch her gets her mouth. The other gets that sweet cunt.”
The other man laughs. “Why chase the bitch when we can have her right where she is?”
“You’re no fun.” The first one pouts.
My hair is grabbed, and my head yanked back, making me cry out into the gag. My spit flying out around it. Hands dig into my already sensitive cheeks squeezing painfully and tears fall from my eyes.
“No. I think we’ll fuck her right where she is.” He lets go and lowers his hand to his black jeans.
The sound of his zipper being lowered has me fighting harder against the rope. My body twists back and forth with what little it allows. The blood rushes in my ears and the rope around my ankles tighten with each small movement cutting off the circulation.
“Hold her head in place. I want her eyes on mine while I fuck her,” he tells the man behind me. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m going to get to fuck Saint’s bitch.”
The one behind me laughs, and I pull against the restraints, screaming into the gag. I try to tear my head free, but he just yanks it farther back, forcing me to stare up at my tied hands above my head. The drool at the back of my mouth slides down my throat, choking me, and I cough into the gag, my body convulsing as I try not to die.
“That’s the sound I want to hear.”
“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?”
I’m let go, and my head falls to hang down so the drool can leak outside of the edges.
“Sir…we….”
“Get your asses inside,” the new one barks.
I hear their shoes shuffling as they step on twigs and leaves over my heavy breathing.
“Let’s make you a little more comfortable,” the new guy says, and I blink rapidly to free the tears from my eyes to clear my vision.
A second later, the gag is unbuckled at the back of my head. I try to spit it out, but my arms are pulled so tight above my head that the leather straps are stuck between my arms and embedded into my cheeks.
He steps in front of me, grabbing the gag, and yanks it free of my mouth.
I spit out the excess saliva pooled in my mouth, my face stinging from how tight it was. “Ple-ease.” I begin to sob.
“Shh.” He grips my chin and shoves my head up. “See that house ahead of you. There’s over twenty men in there. And guess what they want?” He doesn’t let me answer. “You.”
I sniff.
“If any of them come outside, I’m going to let them have what they want. Understand?” He lets go of my chin.
I nod the best I can. If I get their attention, they get to rape me. Just like the two that he just stopped.
“Let’s try a test.” He reaches out, pinches my nipples painfully hard, and yanks on them.
I throw my head back and grind my teeth, holding my breath at the pain from my skin stretching.
“Good girl.” He lets go, and I sag in the ropes, fresh tears falling from my swollen eyes. “I like this.” His hand goes to my 666 brand, and I flinch at the soft touch of his knuckles. “I knew then that Saint was in love with you. He was nice enough to knock you out. I wouldn’t have.”