31. Pandora #2
Asch takes the knife back from Tate, his lip curling in an obvious show of disdain. “Like this.” He punctures the fabric, then draws the blade down, cutting the shirt I’m wearing down the middle. It bares my chest and my bra, but if they think that’s going to intimidate me, they’re wrong.
“Go on,” I say to all of them. “Look your fill. These are my tits!”
I hear River mutter under his breath.
“You aren’t the first, and you won’t be the last to see them,” I say. “In fact, why don’t you all get in close and get a proper look!”
Asch gets the knife under the bra, severing the strap between the cups with a firm touch. “Now they can see more,” he says. “Since that’s what you wanted. Isn’t it, Pandora? You’d love it if every single man here fucked you. Maybe then you’d finally be satisfied.”
No.
I don’t want any of them.
The only people I want, the only people I’ve wanted since I started university are…
“Satisfied?” my voice says, mocking. “I doubt it. I’ll be lucky if I can even feel their shriveled little cocks.”
“Whore,” one of their precious brothers mutters. “We wouldn’t want your loose cunt anyway.”
Asch takes a step back, staring at me with an appraising look, like I’m an insect under a microscope instead of a woman he’s enjoyed cutting up and fucking .
Blaze tightens his hold on me. “Let’s get her naked, then. Since she’s happy to spread her legs for everybody.”
The thing that stabs my chest spreads, and this time it scratches my eyes. I blink hard, and the instance of blurriness goes away.
“I mean, we all know you love to watch other guys, Blaze,” I say. “The rest of you know it too, right? Blaze can’t even get it up for a woman if he isn’t thinking about Asch.”
Blaze growls, but I do hear the murmuring of the frat douches. “You don’t say another word about Asch,” he hisses into my ear.
I laugh, because of course he’d care more about Asch than what anyone is doing to me right now.
Asch grabs the waistband of my shorts and unfastens the button with one nimble hand. “She’s a jealous bitch,” he says. “She doesn’t know the first thing about friendship . She just uses the people around her.” His eyes go to River. “Isn’t that right, River?”
River doesn’t look at Asch, instead focused on me.
“Ask her about Rachel,” he says. “Ask her about how Rachel didn’t even trust her with one secret.
Ask her about how her best friend ended up dying because Pandora was too caught up with herself that she didn’t even notice something was going on with Rachel. ”
The stabbing inside me stops for one second.
And then all the knives come out at once, piercing me from the inside out, pain and anguish spilling out of me in rivers, blazing through me, leaving ashes in their wake, and I can’t hear anything, can’t see anything.
My mouth moves.
“But she didn’t tell you either,” it says. “And instead of worrying about Rachel, you were so focused with getting into my pants. So excited to be my little lapdog. Should we tell all of them? How you lasted all of two seconds, and were so afraid to get your little doggy tongue on me?”
“What makes you think she didn’t tell me?” River asks, and his voice is as terrible as I know my smile is. “She just didn’t tell you because you were too busy fucking the quarterback to listen to her. ”
I shatter.
One million pieces, barely held together, and every new strike from inside me drops another splinter.
“Well,” my voice says. “How nice for you.”
Then I slam my head backward, and Blaze cries out when I smash into his chin. His hold on my hand loosens, and I get my hand free to grab River’s cock and twist it hard. River lets go of me with a loud yell.
I rush forward, but Asch is there, with my knife, except as I get close, I see his hold on the knife change.
He doesn’t want to hurt me.
Too late.
I slam my arm against his, sending the knife flying. While he’s distracted, I dodge around him.
I run.
I make it three steps before somebody tackles me to the ground. I shout and yell as the frat douche picks me up and hefts me over his shoulder. Everybody’s shouting now, every sound echoed in the gym hall like it’s the crowd at a game.
Somebody pulls my boots off, and another person gets my shorts and panties. The hoodie is removed once I’m flung onto a mattress, along with the remains of my shirt and bra, and I’m completely naked in front of all these men, and I don’t care, I don’t fucking care, it means nothing!
“If a single one of your dicks gets near me, I can promise you hell,” I snarl. “River knows what happens to those who cross me.”
“You’re just another spoiled rich girl here,” Asch says, looking down at me. “Your family doesn’t run Dyschord.”
River replies, “She thinks her Papa can protect her from everything. It’s time to teach her that he can’t.”
One guy grabs my wrists and pins them to the mattress. Two other guys grab my legs. I kick and scream, but I’m outnumbered—and, disgustingly, outclassed .
If I had my knife, I could even the playing field, but I can’t fight off ten fully grown young men.
This is happening to me. No matter how hard I struggle, it’s going to happen.
It’s just my body. My body that’s already tearing itself apart from the inside out, so what are a few extra marks.
I ignore their comments; I don’t flinch when they start writing on me with permanent marker.
Their words are nothing.
What they do to my body is nothing.
They don’t get their cocks in me—and Blaze, perfect Blaze, he stopped them from doing that—but what would it have mattered if they had?
It’s not like I haven’t had plenty of cocks in me before.
None of this matters.
It goes on.
Familiar hands stroke my hair gently while something else pierces through me.
Whatever.
Somebody suddenly hauls me to my feet. Guess they’re bored of playing with me now. I stumble against a strong, warm chest that I instantly know is Asch.
I tilt my head up, even though I can’t see, and I smile at him.
Oh, wait, I can’t smile. The gag is in the way of that.
Right, they’d gagged me. Another thing I wasn’t paying much attention to.
“I’m not taking this out,” Asch says. “She’d probably try to bite my fingers off.”
“Leave it in,” River advises, and from the sound of his voice, he’s moved away from me.
“Just dump her outside,” one of the frat douches says .
Another hand grips my shoulder, and from the cologne I know it’s Blaze. I sway in his direction.
“We’ll take her out. The rest of you, clean up here. With real cleaning supplies,” Blaze orders.
They force me to walk two steps, but that’s when the whole completely-shattered thing gets in the way and I collapse again. There’s more laughter, and Asch curses under his breath.
Asch gets his arms under my back and knees and hefts me up, bridal style.
This would be so romantic.
Y’know, if not for the blindfolded-and-gagged part.
Oh, and the bottle-fucking thing.
Frat hazing sure is brutal , I think, giggling.
“Where am I taking her?” Asch asks, and I assume he’s deferring to Blaze like he always does.
If it wasn’t for the gag, I’d comment that he really is Blaze’s bitch.
“Outside.”
How helpful.
They carry me out, past the long hallway River had led me in through, and I start laughing again, remembering how excited I’d been to have River talking to me again.
“Doesn’t anything fucking bother her?” River mutters.
I bury my head against Asch’s chest and wipe my face against his shirt.
“I think she’s getting cum on you,” Blaze comments.
“The shirt can be washed,” Asch says, and his voice is simmering with barely concealed anger as he continues, “It’ll have to be, since it’s the only one I have left.”
“I’ve got some clothes you can borrow,” River says.
“And I’ll buy you new stuff tomorrow.”
I hear the door to the gym open, and then we’re outside in the cool fall air. I shiver, and I feel my nipples pebble up.
Asch hesitates, then sets me down, but he keeps his hands on my shoulders .
Blaze steps up behind me and undoes the blindfold and the gag.
I swallow as soon as I’m able to, grateful to finally get moisture back into my mouth.
“Did you have fun?” I ask the three of them. My voice is completely flat.
“Did you?” River retorts. He holds up the finger bones. “Was it worth it, Pandora?”
I give him a dead stare. “That’s twice you’ve disappointed me.” I turn away from the three of them and start walking.
“Where are you going?” Blaze asks.
“Back to my dorm,” I say. “I need a shower.”
Blaze scowls and grabs my wrist. I stare at his hand, wondering about the smooth plastic I feel against my palm.
“Get out of here,” Blaze growls.
I stare at the thing in my hand. It’s my key card.
Huh.
The guys turn away from me and go back into the gym.
I start my trek to the dorm, not caring about the hard concrete against my bare feet or the cool air on my naked body.