Chapter 34 #2
"I don't understand, you're not making any sense, asshole!
" I scream hoarsely, no longer caring who hears me.
There has to be a way out of this. I don't want to die here in these woods, or down that drop, but I also don't want to be torn apart by this psychopath and his friends.
Keep him talking, buy yourself time to come up with a solution. Don't let him win against you.
"You don't need to. All you need to know is that you're mine.
" Damon reaches toward me, slow, savoring, certain that I won't jump to my death, but I shield my body, releasing the tree and wrapping my arms tightly around myself, like that could afford me some protection from him, and I sway in the sharp wind.
"If you don't want to die in these woods, surrender to me, to us, unhinged princess, and live as ours for as long as we allow you to continue to breathe. "
Surrender to him? Absofuckinglutely not.
I would rather die than fully surrender.
I need to change my course of action. I need to buy time to figure a way out of this.
These three are monsters, no different than Rawdon, and they think they can take what is not theirs without consequences.
Even if it takes my last breath, I'll make sure they all pay for what they've done to me.
"What does that even mean?" My voice is strong, demanding, even if I feel anything but at the moment.
"You're going to kill me after raping me.
You have me defenseless right now, so how can I even trust you? "
A hoarse, unhinged laugh vacates his lips as he once more swipes at the air.
"Yes, she's scared, so what? We like her like that.
Her terror tastes delicious, like warm apple pie on a cold day.
" While he's busy talking to himself, I try to take a small step forward, hoping to gain some stable ground, and find a way around him without him detecting it, but he must notice it from his peripheral vision.
His grin widens further, as if I were a naughty schoolgirl being caught cheating on a test. "You still have power, little monster, power over me, power over us, even if I wish you didn't. I might be the victor in this little game of hide and seek, but you can win the war against us if you're smart enough.
" He takes a step closer to me, and all I want to do is run again.
If he reaches his long, tattooed arms out, he'll be able to grab me.
"Do exactly as I say, and I will make sure you make it out of these woods, relatively unscathed.
Relinquish control to me, to us, and you will survive. "
How can I trust a single word coming from his malevolent mouth?
My eyes trail over all the healing bruises I've left on his features, before meeting his eyes, and seeing the determination in their depths.
All of my instincts are telling me death would be preferable to being raped and tortured by this monster, and his friends, but I refuse to allow this to be my end.
I didn't survive everything I have in life, to die like an animal, cornered, and ready for the slaughter.
Even as I try to hold on to my conviction, I glance behind me at the drop, wondering if it wouldn't be a small mercy to allow myself to fall, and end all of this now.
At least it would deprive them of their fun, and I wouldn't have to endure being raped again.
"Show me what belongs to me, Olivia. Show me all of you.
" The defiant part of me wants to rebuke him, denying his request, but pettiness has no place in survival, and I mean to live long past this psychotic night to avenge myself.
I allow images of myself stabbing him over and over to enter my mind.
In them, he's crying out in pain as I carve him into pieces, stabbing out his beautiful gem colored eyes, and cutting off the part of him that he values the most, and then shoving it down his miserable, lying throat.
The images soothe me somehow with the thought that I'll get my revenge on all three of them, and when I do, it will be bloody.
It's with those thoughts in mind that I unwind my arms from around my trembling body, and hold them at my sides, awaiting his next demand, even though everything in me rages against it.
"Step forward away from the edge, and run your hands down your body, cradle your breasts for me. "
I swallow the lump in my throat, and take a small step forward, and then another, until I'm no longer in imminent danger of falling off the treacherous cliff, and allow my cold fingers to slide down the front of my body, cradling my round breasts and feeling my erect, hardening nipples against my palms. I force myself to swallow the cry that wishes to exit me, refusing to give him any more than I have to.
His eyes follow every movement, as if he's entranced by my actions.
His hand rises, his fingers pressing to his groin as he shifts himself.
"Yes, we'll fill up all her holes soon, fill her with so much of our cum that it will pour out of her. "
To his credit, he makes no attempt to actually reach out and touch me, but his dark gaze trails down my battered body, leaving heat in its wake, even though he's clearly speaking to something only he can see.
"Beautiful, even when damaged. She'll look even more stunning when I wrap my belt around her throat, and stop her from breathing.
" He licks his lips, the silver ring piercing on his bottom lip moving with the action, as if he can already taste me, and his glance leaves my frame, meeting mine.
"Get down on your knees, legs spread wide, and arms behind your back, each hand grasping the opposite wrist."
My mind rejects his demand, and I once again consider plummeting to my death.
My need for vengeance wars with my need for survival, and the latter wins.
I take a step forward, and he nods his head in warning not to attempt to run.
I hold my breath as I shakily comply with his growled request, even though alarm bells are ringing in my head, warning me not to.
When this is over, I'm going to enjoy killing him.
I make myself the solemn vow as my fingers tremble, as I grasp my opposite wrists, and my knees meet the hard, cold ground.
What self-respect I have left urges me to tilt my chin upwards in disgust, letting him know that he may have forced me to my knees, but in my eyes, he hasn't won; he'll never win.
He takes the last step separating us, and his hand finds my shoulder, digging into my flesh with strength and cruelty.
My body goes still, and I almost believe for a moment that he's going to push me backward over the cliff, and these will be my final moments, but instead, his other hand wraps around my neck, tightening until I gasp.
"Defiant even now, oh unhinged princess, you really are something.
" He leans forward, his warm breath skating over the side of my face.
His tongue slides out and licks my dried tears from my cheek, and by his growl of satisfaction, I guess I must taste delicious.
His hand on my shoulder disappears, and I hear the sound of a zipper being opened.
I don't dare break the connection between us, his eyes smouldering into mine, and hopefully mine are reflected back with hate.
He tightens his cold fingers around my neck in a warning gesture.
"Do as you're told, Olivia. As much as I love the fight in you, I'm barely hanging on to the monster within.
Don't test my restraint. Open your mouth wide and take me to the back of your throat, if you want to live. "
His cock appears in my peripheral vision, his fingers tightly grasped around the thick, hard length, and the rising sun reflects off a shiny piece of metal on its end.
Prince Albert Piercing, my exhausted mind supplies, causing saliva to pool in the back of my throat and choke me.
The crown of his cock, and the piercing, drag across my sealed lips, coating them in his salty precum.
"Open, little monster, you don't want me asking again. "
His voice is filled with a husky tone that does something to me, something unexplainable in my current predicament.
My lips part slowly, my tongue lashing at the slit of his engorged, mushroom crown, and causing his breathing to gasp, and an erotic sounding moan to flee his lips.
The little voice in my head is telling me to grasp onto him while he's distracted, and push us both off this cliff, but I ignore it. I will survive this, and then I’ll get even.
"Fuck, do that again," he demands, his breathing harder and ragged, and I comply with his request, before he pushes through my lips and I taste him on my tongue.
He holds still for a moment, as if he's waiting for me to bite him, and when I don't, he hits the back of my throat like an asshole.
The hold he has on my neck changes, and becomes more aggressive, forcing me to take each punishing thrust inside my mouth, until I'm choking on him.
I hollow my cheeks in desperation and suck, hoping to slow him down, but there's no way to take all of him; he's too long and thick, and each time he forces his way down my throat, I feel the piercing against my tonsils, and it activates my gag reflex.
Tears slide from the corners of my eyes, and meet the trails of spit pooling from the sides of my lips, before landing on my bare chest. His fingers find their way into my hair, yanking on the matted strands, as he uses his grip on my throat and hair to force my body to bow, so he can go deeper inside my throat.
"Perfection, fuck look at how deep you're taking me.
That's it, my little monster, swallow me down, like my perfect little slut. "
This can't be happening. I didn't survive everything I did just to allow this.
Hide. Go to our safe place, pretend you're not here, and you're safe somewhere else, my mind tries to offer, but I refuse to heed its request to disassociate from my body, to protect it from what's happening here.
I want to remember every second, so when I get my vengeance, and I will, I won't forget all that I endured.
"What a good girl you are, you're going to take me in all your holes, aren't you, my sweet?" His words should repulse me, but for some fucked up reason, they’re having the opposite reaction, and I’m choosing to blame it on Stockholm Syndrome, or pure insanity.
I feel heat pooling in my stomach, and wetness coating my pussy lips.
My nipples are hard enough to cut glass from the cold, and the fact that he's fucking my throat so roughly and fast that I'm starting to see white spots from the lack of air.
As if he can read my thoughts, his hand leaves my hair, and his long fingers take one of my hardened peaks between two fingers, pinching and twisting it until I gasp around his cock.
He repeats the motion on the other breast, and now my tears are flowing even faster.
Pain and arousal are mixing inside of me like a cyclone, as my whole body shakes, and I feel off balance, and like I'm going to drop backward.
I release my grip on my wrists, and my hands grasp onto his thighs, my ragged nails biting into his flesh through the fabric of his pants, with terror.
"Fuck yes, naughty girl, you disobeyed me, but I'm going to allow it.
Scratch me up, make me bleed, baby," he moans, and releases some of the pressure on my throat, pulling back until only his tip is between my lips, and I can siphon air.
He uses his grip to push me backward on my knees, until my body is partially hanging off the cliff.
My feet and calves, along with my shoulders and head, hang suspended, and the only thing preventing my body from entirely falling to the abyss below is his grip.
His eyes meet mine, and I glimpse the madness that inhabits him.
He's fighting an internal battle, and a part of him wants to push me off.
I can see it as clear as day. "Your life belongs to me, little monster, remember that. "
The leaves crackle behind him, filled with angry, quick steps.
All sounds seem to cease when they spy us.
I can't see their faces, and Damon doesn't bother to turn around to greet them.
His glance is cemented to mine, and in its depths I witness the promise of more violence, if I try to prevent him from finishing.
He slams into the back of my throat, forcing himself so far down that I'm terrified I'll puke, and my nose is pressed to his pelvis.
Two, maybe three thrusts more, and his body goes stiff, a groan leaving his lips as he cums down my throat, and I'm forced to swallow it all, or choke to death.
"That's it, little monster, you're doing so well taking all my cum.
This pretty mouth was made to swallow my cock. "
He pulls back, and uses his thumb to clean a drop of his cum off my lip, bringing it to his own lips and licking it off with a moan. "You're mine," he whispers so quietly I almost don't hear it.
The two figures flicker closer, their silence cloying and dangerous, as if they're two wolves circling their prey, waiting to attack to get their own pieces of me.
Damon shifts slightly, his fingers trailing down my battered and bruised neck, and spreading the combination of my tears, spit, and his cum along my chest. I take as many deep breaths as I can, endeavoring to clear the lack of oxygen to my brain.
"You're getting out of the forest, unhinged princess, but not away from the wolves.
" Damon forces me off my knees with his grip on my hair, and I get my first glance at the expressions on Cross and River's faces.
There's shock and hunger present on Cross's face, and if I'm not mistaken, a mixture of desire and regret on River's.
Damon's other hand shoves me forward, in the middle of my back, forcing me in Cross's direction, and before I can stumble from my lightheadedness, Cross grabs me and pulls me close.
"You belong to Mayhem now, Olivia Springhill, you best remember that," my stepbrother says, his fingers gripping my biceps, ensuring I'll be covered in even more bruises tomorrow.
I realize then that this is not even close to being over. It doesn't matter if I run, or if I'm caught. These three, Mayhem, have no plans to let me go until there is nothing left of me. It's the last thought I have before darkness takes me, and for once, I hope I don't wake up.