25. Alexis #2
“I think she likes it rough, Tyler.” He laughed as I sucked his thumb between my lips and played with it. “I don’t think you need to worry about that duct tape anymore,” He added before I inhaled a deep breath and bit down hard on his thumb.
My teeth sank so deep into his finger that it broke through the skin, almost to the bone. Blood filled my mouth before I eventually let go of him and launched myself towards the door.
Will yelled several curses while Tyler sprinted across the room for me.
He managed to pull me back just as my hand touched the handle.
I screamed and kicked as his arms wrapped tightly around my body.
I was panting but continued to fight and scream in hopes that someone, anyone, could hear me and would come up here to see what was happening.
“Fuck Lexi, I thought you were better than this,” Tyler grunted into my ear as his arms squeezed me even tighter.
“Better than what? I won’t let you or him fuck me, you sick son of a bitch.” I couldn’t believe him. The audacity of it all, that he believed I was going to willingly let him take advantage of me. This wasn’t the Tyler I had come to know over the past three years of college. Not even close.
“That’s too bad for you then because it’s just you and us here, and everyone else in this house is too drunk to believe anything you have to say.
But that won’ t matter anyway because you’ll enjoy every second of this and beg us for more when we're through with you.” His words were poison in my ears, tears streaming down my face at the deep feeling of defeat.
How the fuck was I going to get myself out of this? This can’t be happening…
Boisterous laughter could be heard just outside the bedroom door, and Tyler immediately slapped a hand across my mouth to prevent me from gaining the attention of whoever was on the other side of it.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.” Tyler whisper-hissed into my ear, and I whimpered, staring at the door and praying it would open.
The handle turned, and two women fell into the room, both of them drunk off their asses, each holding a red solo cup.
Great… It was the two women from earlier in the night.
“Madison! Look, you interrupted their… whatever this is,” Chyler laughed, covering her mouth and leaning against the doorframe. Madison was holding onto the door handle for dear life.
“Pssh. They’re fine, ain’t no saints in this frat house.” She slurred, gesturing her free arm out wide and taking another drink from her cup.
“Speaking of saints. Check out this handsome devil. What happened to your hand, baby boy?” Chyler tsked as she prowled over to Will, standing just behind Tyler and me, still seething from the bite I took out of him.
He towered over her, and she didn’t even look remotely intimidated by the sight of him.
“It’s… nothing. Just a cut.” He gritted out as she touched his forearm to get a closer look.
“Doesn’t look like nothing. Want me to make it better?” She looked up at him with bedroom eyes and a silky smooth tone.
Madison huffed, pushing herself off the door.
“Why do you always get the bigger one? Why can’t I get railed by a bear for once?” She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest and spilling the last of her beer onto the rug.
“You took too long; take that one.” Chyler gestured to Tyler as she dragged the other man to the bed.
Were they seriously doing this? Like… What the actual fuck was going on right now?
Did they not see how Tyler was holding me?
How was the other guy’s bleeding finger, not a red flag that something terrible was about to happen here?
Of all the people in the world that could have opened that door, it just had to be these two dumb-ass Barbie dolls.
“Fine, but I’m trading after he gets you off,” Madison ordered, pulling me out of Tyler’s arms and shoving me behind her. “What do you say, frat boys? Think you can handle us?” She added, pushing Tyler down onto the bed beside the other guy.
“We’re a little more… experienced than her.” Chyler flipped her hair over her shoulder as a gesture towards me. I caught a wink before she turned her gaze back to the man she straddled on the bed. I was so confused…
The two men looked at each other before their eyes returned to the women straddling their hips. A smirk played on Tyler’s face, and I was long forgotten. They had two bombshells who were willing to fuck them without being forced; I had my way out of here.
Just as I turned to leave, I heard a grunt followed by a wet gurgling sound.
I sucked in a breath, daring to turn back and see what had just happened.
Chyler let out a dark, malicious laugh as I saw her slide off a limp body, blood soaking the front of her clothes and covering the knife in her hand.
Tyler squirmed beneath Madison’s thighs in a panic.
“What the fuck?!” He shouted, his breathing labored and his voice rough.
“Your turn.” Chyler chuckled with amusement, tossing the blade to Madison, who didn’t hesitate to slit Tyler’s throat before her.
I stared. Unable to even blink in shock at what these women just did to those men.
“I—What?” My voice was breathless as the two of them, soaked in blood, approached me, Madison handing Chyler back her knife, which she cleaned off on the side of her thigh before closing and stuffing it back into her jeans.
“You’re welcome. We heard you screaming from downstairs and figured something was wrong up here. Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” Madison placed a hand on my shoulder, and I flinched, unable to comprehend who these women were.
“I’m… I’m fine, who—who are you?” I stuttered, looking between th em.
“Who we are doesn’t matter. What matters is you are okay, and neither of these assholes touched you.” She squeezed my shoulder, her face softening with pity for what had transpired.
“Mads, we gotta get going before the cops show up and find us here.” Chyler cut in, moving towards the door. Madison dropped her hand and followed Chyler into the hall.
“Wait,” I called out, turning to face them. “Take—take me with you.” I swallowed, giving them a pleading look. I wanted to be like them: strong, vicious—and unforgiving.
All my life, I wanted to be someone worth fearing, and this right here… I didn’t want it to ever happen to me again.
To be taken advantage of by someone I trusted for over three years. How could he?
Madison and Chyler both looked at me, deciding what they were going to do. Would they let me go with them or leave me here to explain the mess they left behind?
Madison sighed, stepping back towards me.
“Mads.” Chyler pressed, anxious to leave.
“She's just like you and me, Chy; you see that, don’t you?” Madison frowned, sympathy in her words.
“Ugh, fine, but we need to get the fuck out of her—now.” She demanded, heading down the hallway and stairs to exit the frat house.
“Let’s go…” Madison gestured with her hand for my name.
“Alexis,” I answered quickly .
“Alexis. You’re one of us now. Come on.” She placed her hand on my back and shoved me out of the room and down the hall to follow Chyler.
One of them. Could there be anything better?