Chapter 14 #2
“Good girl. Now I need to hear you say it. That you pledge your allegiance to this family.” He spoke softly, his hand reaching up to tuck hair behind my ear. It took everything in me not to flinch away from him. “Read this oath aloud before we begin.”
I took the laminated sheet of paper that had been sitting on the coffee table and attempted to clear my throat before reading.
“I, Shiloh Magdalena Tellez,” I took a shaky breath, trying my hardest not to let my fear show in my voice, “swear to be loyal and obedient to Los Siete. I will uphold the sanctity of the seven legacies and their role as jefes, the seven heads of this family. I will not question orders, lie, steal or cheat this family. I will stand firm in my family’s mission to bring power to those who have been wrongfully stripped of it.
I will live by silence, and I will die by silence.
I relinquish my body and soul to be reborn through flesh and blood as a member of Los Siete until death I do part. ”
Carlos plucked the paper from my hands, letting it fall to the floor, before sweeping his hands up my thighs.
His fingers were quick to curl into the waistband of my sweats and underwear, peeling them down my legs until I was sitting bare on the chair.
My shirt was off and over my head, leaving me completely naked, before my brain even had time to react.
Everything suddenly became clear. My flesh wasn’t being bought in a beating.
“Wait,” I pleaded, grabbing onto Carlos’s forearm as I tried to cover my chest with my other arm. “You said you weren’t going to make me use my body. Why are you doing this?”
“Because you wouldn’t make it through seven minutes of torture, sweetheart.
You barely survived your fight with Peter and Kush.
A fight you’re still healing from,” he said motioning to my body where I glanced down to see the yellow bruises on my abdomen.
Weak. They’re raping you because you’re fucking weak.
“And, it’s how the jefes voted. We agreed to let you join with the stipulation that the flesh you owed would be through seven men, not seven minutes of torture. ”
Carlos stood, my hand falling numbly to my side. I clamped my thighs together as a last-ditch effort of self-preservation.
Carlos began unbuckling his belt and then his pants. I closed my eyes at the sound of his zipper and counted backwards from one hundred.
“On your knees, Shiloh,” he ordered, making me flinch.
I shakily made my way to the floor, keeping my eyes shut. I locked my jaw as his hand pinched my cheeks.
“Eyes on me.”
This or death. This or death. This or death.
The chant was on repeat as I slowly opened my eyes, ignoring his erection, and meeting his gaze. “Open.”
It took me a moment to release the tension from my jaw, but as soon as my lips parted, he forced his way into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
Tears burned my eyes, and I welcomed the distraction, letting my eyes flood and spill over until I could feel my eyelids throb.
Soon they’d be swollen shut, and I wouldn’t have to watch his face contort with exertion and lust as he continued to assault my mouth.
I had to steady myself, my hands pressed against his thighs.
He went so deep I couldn’t breathe and instinctively tried to pull back.
“No, you don’t,” he gritted out, grabbing me by the hair and forcing me forward until my nose was hitting his pelvis.
It could’ve been minutes or hours but then he was choking me with bitter, warm cum.
He finally pulled my mouth from his dick.
I coughed and gasped for air, gagging at the lingering taste in my mouth.
Carlos stood there breathing heavily, his eyes closed as he came down from his orgasm, hand still firmly gripping the back of my head by my hair.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
He wiped the tears from my face, my vision distorted but not yet fully gone.
I could feel the swelling beginning, and I knew I didn’t have much time before I was completely blind.
I didn’t know if it was better or worse—not having their faces etched in my mind or not knowing what they were going to do next.
“Julian.”
Carlos’s hand left my hair, and I swayed, tensing my muscles to hold myself steady.
Footsteps and the beating of my pulse in my ears were all I could hear as my eyes became impossible to open.
“What’s wrong with her face?” Julian asked, his voice deep and gravely, like he smoked.
“Ah, it happens when she cries. Don’t worry, she’s more than capable of completing her initiation,” Carlos explained.
The man grunted in response before I felt his presence in front of me. Hands on my hips, lifted me into the air until my ass met something soft and solid. The pool table.
“Lie down.”
I bit my tongue, knowing that silence was the best course of action, and did as I was told. I could hear them whispering to each other, probably commenting on my ugliness. I flinched when something was placed between my breasts.
I swallowed, my mind trying to figure out what he’d put on my body. Suddenly his hot breath was against my stomach, and I realized it was drugs. He snorted it from between my breasts. He sighed, sniffing a few times before his tongue lapped the skin where the drugs had been.
“You want me to make you feel better?”
I was shocked by the question but didn’t give myself time to think before nodding yes.
I knew what he was really asking—if I wanted a hit of drugs.
If I had to endure being raped by seven men then I wanted my mind to be elsewhere.
Wanted to forget that I didn’t want this, forget that I was giving them permission to defile me.
“It’s my special blend. You’ll feel like you’re in heaven in a matter of minutes, I promise.”
“What’s in it?” Carlos asked.
Julian chuckled. “You annoying bastard. It’s just a nice little mix of party drugs. It’s not gonna hurt her.”
I felt his body leaning over mine. My cheek was met with the warmth of an unmistakable body part. I released a shaky breath through my nose before hesitantly opening my mouth.
“Not like a Chipileta,” he chuckled darkly, several of the other men joining in his laughter. “It’s a bump, carino. Do you know how to do that?”
I shuddered at his words and nodded. I would never be able to eat that candy again.
I closed my mouth and leaned up onto my elbow before I felt his hard dick brush the underside of my nose and cover my mouth.
I closed one nostril, the movement familiar from the number of times I’d seen my dad and his friends do drugs.
The powder burned and stuck to the back of my throat.
I pulled back to cough, rubbing my nose as if it would help.
“Preciosa,” he murmured, smoothing my hair away from my face. “She’s perfect for the role, hermano. I see now why you went to bat for over a year for this.”
Fuck. What role? He said I wouldn’t be used as a prostitute. What have I done? Fuck, what have I done?!
His cold hands landed on my inner thighs and I shivered. He forced them to shift open.
“Huh,” he muttered, his finger stroking down to my opening.
God, my period. I’m still on my period. Maybe they’ll stop. Fuck, please, let them stop.
I heard footsteps coming closer and could feel someone else leaning over my body. Someone tugged at the string coming from inside me and I bit the inside of my lip, my cheeks burning with shame.
“Anyone want to back out?” Carlos said.
There was silence before another gruff voice spoke. “Does this mean we don’t need to wear a condom?”
“No,” Carlos said firmly. “I told you when we agreed to her initiation that I will not risk her getting pregnant.”
“Statistically, the chances are extremely low given she’s currently menstruating. With a morning-after pill it’s nearly impossible,” another voice added.
Someone sighed heavily, and I assumed it to be Carlos.
“You’re the doctor here. Everyone’s been tested, so it’s up to your own discretion if you would like to use a condom or not,” Carlos decided. I heard his footsteps receding and then the sound of a glass clinking.
Fuck! Just get it over with already.
Suddenly I was sweating everywhere, and I couldn’t tell if it was because of my anxiety or the drugs kicking in. How fast does it take to get high? What if it was laced with something bad and I was going to die? I dug my nails into my palms trying to distract myself as hands tweaked my nipples.
A warm feeling started exploding in my chest, reminding me of the feeling I got when I was with Nox.
I moaned. I’d never felt this amazing in my entire life.
Every inch of my body was warm, like rays of sunlight were shining down on me in the best way.
I could feel Julian moving my body on the table until my legs were dangling over the edge.
I laughed uncontrollably and his lips were suddenly all over my body, almost impossibly, like more than one person was touching me.
The friction of his skin against mine as he laid down on top of me left the most euphoric sensation.
I was vaguely aware of the fact that something was wrong with the situation, but I couldn’t quite grasp the reason, as if it was sitting on the tip of my tongue just out of reach.
My mind felt like it was floating, unable to focus on anything other than the intense bliss that every cell of my body seemed to be feeling.
Time seemed to stop, my stomach fluttering like I was riding an endless roller coaster.
My chest started to feel heavy, like breathing was suddenly a voluntary action that I had to force myself to do.
My limbs seemed to be weighed down with lead, sinking infinitely into the softness of wherever my body was.
My mouth was dry and my eyes swollen shut.
For the first time in my life, I felt at peace. Safe, warm, comforted. I sank into the depths of my unconscious mind, slipping away from the sounds of pleasure filling the room like I was outside of my own body.