8. Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Easton
Knocking her out was the best plan I had. I didn’t want her to remember this as our first time together. Not that she knows it's me, but some day, I will have to tell her. There’s no way I could keep this a secret. How the fuck am I going to come back from this? This is all she ever wanted from me and I said no every single fucking time. But now? Now I have a gun to my head and threats are being made about her and Fatal.
This was the only choice left. I line my cock up to her already swollen pussy and slam into her as fast as I can to get this over with. I don’t want her to wake up while I’m still on top of her. God, she feels so fucking good. She’s so fucking tight and the way her pussy fluttered when she gushed all over my hand, it was perfect. She’s fucking incredible, but then I remember that we are in the old academy in front of these pieces of shit, and I need to get my head in the game. Get in, get off and get out. I can’t leave her here with them, but they would be stupid to let me go.
How easy it would be to call the guys and this shit would get shut down. And these five fucks; we would paint the walls with their insides. We are lethal as it is, but when it comes to our property, it's a whole new ball game.
Her beautiful body is riddled with red blotches that will turn into bruises by tomorrow. Once I get us out of this, I’m going to kill them, one by fucking one, for forcing me to do this. I told them to send the fucking video. I would deal with Bentley later if it kept her safe and unharmed. This situation reminds me of last year with Ava. Some guy roofied her and didn’t know she was Fatal’s property, but he fucked around and found out quickly.
Another prick who’s either pushing daisies or cut up in the river. I’m not sure. Ace took care of that one. Because of that night, he and Ava aren’t together and I know it kills him to know she’s seeing someone else.
Suddenly, I’m grabbed from behind and pulled off of her, slammed into a chair and immediately zip tied, with my dick still hanging out. Garrett looks at me and winks as he climbs on the bed and sinks inside her, grabbing her hips so tight I know there will be fingerprints left in his wake. I pull at my restraint, trying to get free.
“She feels so good. Fucking tight and soaking for my cock. Thanks man, for revving her up for me. I owe you one.” He chuckles and I want to fucking go off, but I can’t, I don’t want her to know I was here. My voice alone will give it all away and I can’t lose her like that. Not until we talk and she’s safe. Home in her bed. I’ll fucking hold her while she cries. I don’t care; I just want her out of here.
I continue to strain against the zip ties, the plastic cutting into my skin as the next scumbag I’ve never seen before, gives Garrett a high five while holding his phone out and recording everything that’s going on. A few of these dirtbags I know from university; the Captain of the swim team and his little bitch boys. He lifts the sac just enough to produce her mouth and pinches her cheeks roughly so her mouth opens, then he’s slamming his cock down her throat.
I don’t wince at his brutality as he looks my way. This just fuels the rage inside me. But what really makes me irate, is the guy standing the furthest away, watching, waiting. I fucking called this shit. Oh, just wait mother fucker! I’ll save you for last, little bitch. Each guy that touches her will die at my hands and it will be a mutilation. I will leave them unrecognizable.
That old serial killer, ‘The Carver’ will look like child’s play after I’m done with them. Detective St. James better buckle up for the shit storm I’m going to throw her way. I want this shit to make front page news for every mother fucker to see and take it as a fucking warning as their friends start dying around them. What’s even sweeter, is that they will know it’s me, they will see me coming a mile away.
Garrett cums with a roar on her stomach as the camera man drops his phone cumming down her throat. He pulls out, picks up his phone and continues to record as the next dead fucker steps up and slides into her. Fuck boy number three turns her to the side and pounds into her ass. Jesus fucking Christ. She doesn’t deserve this. I’m glad I knocked her out, hopefully she stays that way until they’re finished.
The guy standing furthest away just watches. He never touches her but he allows this to happen! That’s what makes it that much worse. Trust no one in this life. His eyes slowly connect with mine, I snarl at him and he smirks, licking his fucking lips.
They continue to take turns and brag about what they’ve done. I stopped pulling at my restraints long ago because there is no point. Even if I set myself free, it would be another ass beating and they would most likely just kill us both at that point. I feel my phone buzzing over and over again in my pocket. How the fuck do I explain my absence if that’s one of the guys? What story am I going to cook up this time? Tonight is a fucking nightmare. I should have watched her closer. Should have done a lot this week. One of the many things Bentley always told me is when he’s not around, I must keep his sister safe, and to keep my dick away from her. I failed at both. Clearly.
The sudden shrill of a scream takes me out of my thoughts. The drugs have run their course and Dylan is now screaming and thrashing around the bed, trying her best to fight them off. But it’s no use. They lay blow after blow onto her torso, legs, and arms. Her screams echo the room so loudly and it hurts my heart that I can’t help her. I can’t save her from this. The last blow is to her face, then the cameraman takes out a fluorescent green syringe and stabs it into her neck, quieting her screams immediately. He waltzes over to me, pointing the phone at my face with a wicked smile on his as he produces another syringe and jabs it into my neck. Then it's lights out for me too. Shit.