34. Luella
Chapter 34
Luella
T he pain is excruciating, but I force myself to disconnect, to drift away. I’m not here, in this filthy basement. I’m somewhere else, somewhere safe. I’m with Sophia, before everything went to hell. We’re laughing, running through fields of wildflowers, the sun warm on our faces. I can almost smell the sweet scent of the flowers, feel the grass beneath my feet.
But the illusion shatters as a sharp, brutal pain tears through me. I bite back a scream, tasting blood in my mouth. The men grunt and laugh, their hands rough and cruel. I want to fight back, to scream and claw and bite, but I know it’s useless. I have to save my strength, wait for the right moment. Their voices echo around me, and my stomach churns.
“God, she’s tight.”
“Fuck her ass, that’s even tighter!”
There’s a shift in the weight on me, and for a second, I can breathe. The next beast shoves himself into me, and I close my eyes as the other drops to his knees before me, the dick he’s just used to fuck my ass pressing against my lips. I can’t help but wretch, and he grabs my hair, leering down at me.
“I’ll rip your fucking hair from your scalp if you even fucking think about it,” he warns as I’m shoved forward by the bastard on top of me.
“Fuck! And that’s after you’ve had it!” The one behind groans, filling me all the way until tears stream down my cheeks.
It’s just physical. You can get through this.
“I can’t believe the old man let us have her first.” The man shoving his dick between my pursed lips chuckles. The stench of my own shit and his come fill my mouth as he rams it in, his thumb pressed above my cheekbone in warning.
So, if I bite him, he will crush what’s left of my cheekbone and rip my hair out.
It’s worth it.
I bite down hard as he screams, slapping me hard across the face and as promised, yanking my hair so hard he pulls out a fistful of it.
“You fucking stupid bitch! She made me bleed!” he yells, staring down at his now flaccid dick covered in blood. I beam at him as he punches me in the mouth, dislodging one of my teeth. But he’s not done. He hits me again as his friend bulldozes into me from behind, before striding over to a table.
I can’t see, but finally the disgusting man behind me grunts and groans, pressing my face hard into the cold ground as he releases himself into me, using me like I’m a doll. A fucking blow-up doll.
How many women has he done this to?
He’s not using protection either. God only fucking knows what he’s infected me with.
“God! Fuck!” he cries out, and I wonder if he will like it when I do it to him.
“Finally finished, you fat fuck?” I grit out, as the man with a bitten dick strolls over with a pair of scissors, his eyes wide. I don’t get to see anything else, because the man behind me punches me hard in the back of the head before ramming his fist into my ass, in effect punching me in my bowels. His knuckles scrape my insides as I suck in a breath, my body screaming against the invasion as he drags it out, only to deliver another bruising blow.
Jesus fucking Christ...
He doesn’t relent.
“How’d you like my fat fist up your ass, bitch?” He laughs and picks up the pace, making my body twitch and jerk in response to each blow. I grit my teeth as sweat pools at my brow, gasping with each punch.
My head feels like it’s a spinning top, threatening to split across the floor with the weight of the throbbing inside. My head is yanked up, and blades cut close to my scalp, leaving tiny nicks in their wake. Each time he chops at my hair, he lets my head slam back onto the hard ground.
I can barely open my eyes, and I know I’m going to pass out again. But the man behind me finally pulls his fist out of my ass before ramming his dirty fingers into my mouth. I throw up, but he keeps them there, making me choke on my own vomit.
Not like this. I won’t die like this.
I manage to get purchase on his meaty fingers and bite down as hard as I can, but the pain of him stretching my sore jaw so wide has me almost delirious with pain.
I hear the crackle of a two-way radio, a voice barking orders. Suddenly, they stop. The limp dick one curses, pulling away from me.
“What the fuck?” the fat prick growls, zipping up his pants. “We need to go. Some shit’s going down.”
The other one looks at me, a sick grin on his face. “Too bad. We were just getting started.”
They laugh, leaving me chained to the wall, naked, bleeding, and surrounded by what’s left of my hair. I watch them go, barely able to see or breathe through the pain thrumming through my body. As the door slams shut behind them, I let out a shuddering breath, relief washing over me.
I’m still chained and helpless, but thank fuck they’re gone.
They’re not going to stop until they’ve killed you. You have to move.
I gasp for breath, the taste of blood and vomit lingering in my mouth. My body is a jigsaw puzzle of pain, every piece of me throbbing and raw.
I strain against the chains, testing their strength. They’re solid, unyielding, but I can’t just lie here and wait for them to come back. I twist and turn, ignoring the searing pain in my wrists and ankles, trying to find any weakness in the restraints. The metal bites into my flesh, drawing fresh blood, but I barely feel it. The pain of that is nothing compared to my face and ass.
I manage to maneuver myself into a sitting position, my back against the cold stone wall. I whimper in agony as fluids drip down my legs, the reminder of how violating those bastards were. I will fucking make them suck each other’s dicks before beheading them for what they did to me. I scan the room, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through the small, barred window high up on the wall. The room is bare, save for a few broken crates and a rusted bucket in the corner. No tools, no weapons, nothing that could help me escape. But I refuse to give in to despair. I’ve been in worse situations and survived. I can survive this too.
I tilt my head back, looking up at the window. It’s small, but if I can get these chains off, I might be able to squeeze through. It’s a long shot, but it’s a chance, and that’s all I need. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I’m about to do. It’s going to hurt like hell, but pain is nothing new to me. Pain is an old friend, and I know how to use it, how to turn it into fuel for my fight.
I grab the chain connecting my wrists, bracing my feet against the wall for leverage. I pull with all my might, my muscles straining, my wrists screaming in agony. The metal cuts deeper, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I pull until the world starts to spin, until black spots dance before my eyes.
It's fucking pointless.
You’ve been through this before. You can survive, you know this.
“But Sophia didn’t,” I choke out, wincing as my tooth comes loose, tumbling into my mouth. I spit it out and my chest heaves, watching it scatter across the dirty floor.
You came here to end this. To end everything.
I take a moment to breathe, knowing my body is too weak to waste energy on anger. No, I need to let myself rest until they come back, and then I will hatch a plan. Maybe I can wrap the chain around one’s throat...and use him as a shield, maybe even a weapon. I need to be smart, strategic. I can’t let my emotions cloud my judgment. I lean my head back against the wall, closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing. I need to conserve my energy, stay sharp.
I have to survive.