Chapter 59 #2
Web’s kick slams into my side, a brutal impact that sends black spots shooting across my vision and rips the air from my lungs.
His hair flies free with the motion, falling over his eyes in a wild, sweat-soaked mess.
For one brief heartbeat, his face contorts into pure, animalistic fury—then he pushes the strands back, his composure dropping back into place, and he laughs.
A sharp, delighted sound like this is all some entertaining little game to him.
And then I see it, a shimmering band of gold and diamonds poking out from under his shirt.
He’s wearing my anklet on his wrist.
“Do you like it? I wanted to have a piece of you with me,” he says, like that will endear me to him.
“And you will have something of mine when you swallow my seed,” he chuckles to himself. “I guess you’ll have a lot to remember us by because Platt’s going to coat himself in the orgasm you give him so he can fuck your ass while I drown my dick in your pussy.”
Platt lifts the blade. Not toward my chest this time, but to my throat.
“Don’t forget, Annalise, we don’t need you alive; your screams just make it so much better.”
Every hair on my body stands on end.
“Take off her pants,” Platt directs, and Web doesn’t hesitate, moving behind Platt to tear at my buttons.
I need to come up with a plan, but I can hardly think straight.
The rope digs into my ankles as he pulls his blade across it, needing to get my pants entirely off if they’re going to try to fuck me at the same time.
This could be the opening I need.
Web’s focus is on the rope.
If I time it right, I can kick his blade up—
Pain explodes through my leg as Platt buries his second dagger in my thigh all the way to the hilt.
I scream. A raw, ragged sound that feels like it tears my throat open.
“HOLD ON! I’M COMING!” Tyr cries out.
“Just so you don’t think about running,” Platt snarls against my ear. His breath is hot and furious. “You’re ours to have fun with.”
Blood runs in hot rivulets down my leg, pooling beneath me.
When I’m able to open my eyes again, breathing through the pain, Web stands above me, his pants undone, jerking his already hard dick. “Fuck, we need to do that again before we’re done with her.”
Platt’s head falls back, laughing. “You’re a sick fucker,” he says, the words dripping with approval.
“Let’s put her on the cot. I can’t wait any longer.” Web says as he grabs under my arms.
Platt climbs off me, gripping my ankles and making me scream again as the blade in my thigh gets jostled around.
As they drop me unceremoniously on the cot, I come to terms with the only plan I can think of that might get me out of here alive…What I’m going to have to do has my stomach roiling, but I take a few deep breaths, and I steel my resolve.
They will not break me. They will not win. They are playing into my plan, not me into theirs.
“Tyr, I need you to stay with me. Talk to me. I won't be able to respond, but I need you to keep talking anyway.”
“Always, Faren.”
Tyr starts filling my mind with memory after memory. The day we bonded. Our first flight. The beach party with all of my friends. My first morph. So many mornings together talking, practicing, and laughing.
Web yanks me higher on the cot by my hair, my head now bent backwards over the edge as he lines his dick up with my face. He was definitely exaggerating when he called it a monster, but it’s not small by any means, either.
I can hear the blood dripping from my leg, through the canvas cot, and onto the dirt and stone beneath me already.
“Be good,” that’s the only warning I get before Web’s dagger is back against my throat, and he’s pushing his sweaty dick into my mouth. I immediately gag in disgust, and the blade slices shallowly into my skin.
Tyr snarls in my mind, but he doesn’t stop showing me clips from all of our time together.
“Fuck that was hot,” Platt says, watching us before he drops down and licks my opening.
I hate him and Web.
I will kill them when I get free.
But as much as I want to, I can’t make my body hate the pleasure that I get from each swipe of his tongue. And, despite knowing it’s a natural reaction, I can’t help but hate myself for that right now, too.
I need to get out of this, which means I need to focus on my plan.
Ignoring my need to fight, I let the pleasure I’m getting from between my legs fuel me into giving Web the best blowjob of his life. I let myself moan around him when Platt hits my clit just right.
Abruptly, Web pulls out and slaps me hard across the face. “You’re such a whore! So desperate for a good fucking that you’re being greedy.” He backhands me this time, my head snapping violently in the other direction.
I can feel Tyr losing his shit, but I beg him to keep distracting me as Web thrusts back into my mouth.
My hips buck in pain as Platt slides three thick fingers into me and starts pumping them, hard.
“Do you think I can get her to take my whole fist?” he laughs up to Web, and I can’t help but tense.
Web notices and smiles devilishly down at me. My face and the front of my hair are covered in drool, but that only seems to encourage him to keep thrusting as he answers, “Later, you can. I don’t want her gross and stretched out when I fuck her for the first time.”
Platt starts sucking my clit at the same time Web’s speed increases, excited by the tears welling in my eyes as he squeezes my breasts so hard that I know they’ll be bruised.
I lift my aching arms from the ground between us and fumble for his shaft, trying to squeeze his base even though my hands are stuck, facing away from each other.
“You dirty bitch. Not getting enough? You want to play with it too?”
He pulls out, and I brace for another hit, but it doesn’t come.
Instead, the blade lifts from my throat and cuts the ropes from my wrists.
“Fucking grip me hard then, or I’m going to make you suck on my balls too.”
Platt's tongue flicks my clit as his fingers work me, and I hate every single sound that escapes me as I get close to coming.
I wrap my hand around Web and squeeze, twisting up his shaft while I let him push deep into my mouth.
“Tyr, if this doesn’t work, I’m so sorry. You mean so much to me. Please tell Mattey I love him, and that I’ll always love him.”
I hear him roar, not just in my head, but far off in the distance outside of the cave. But I know even if I waited for him to get here, he wouldn’t be able to make it to me this deep into the cave.
With a scream of pleasure and pain, I rip the dagger from my leg, using the endorphins from my orgasm to muffle the agony threatening to tear me apart.
In one shaky motion, I slam the blade into the back of Platt’s head, angling it back toward me, and bite down on Web’s swelling shaft until I hear a pop.
Platt doesn’t move, not that I expected him to after plunging his dagger into his brainstem, but Web’s fist slams into my face the second I shove off of him.
I won’t have long before this eye is swelling shut, too.
Web crumples, clutching his broken and bleeding dick. He’s curled over himself, his forehead almost touching the ground as he rocks in pain. The cave is practically silent until he tries to sit up, then his agonized screams engulf the cavern.
Every tiny movement sends more blood gushing from the gaping wound in my thigh. In any other situation, I’d already have a tourniquet on it, but I have nothing. No tools. No time. I need to get out before he sees me.
Using the wall for leverage, I try to push myself upright. The cave spins, my good eye blurs, and my injured leg buckles so hard that I nearly go down again. If I go down, I don’t know if I’ll be able to get back up, so I clamp my teeth together and will my legs to support me.
I need to get to the old Ghost Walking clearing. I don’t know if the classroom is still hidden or not, but it’s the best chance I have of escaping. I’ll pass out or bleed out long before I can make it to the infirmary.
I dare a glance over my shoulder…Web is still bent over, his breath hitching, his body trembling with pain.
He doesn’t see me.
Not yet.
Every step I take sends a fresh wave of agony tearing through me, but I don’t stop. The edges of my vision start to pulse and darken; my “good” eye is fluttering, desperate to close, but I force it to stay open, focusing as hard as I can on the mouth of the cave ahead.
Just a few more yards.
“I’m leaving the cave … trying to get to the old ... Ghost Walking … classroom,” I tell Tyr with what’s left of my mental capacity.
‘I’m flying over Ravenwood, I’ll be there in less than five minutes.”
Web’s labored breathing suddenly cuts off, a monstrous snarl echoing behind me…
he’s realized I’m gone. I don’t dare look back again as I limp as fast as my broken body can manage down the game trail.
My vision tunnels as my blood drains from me, each pounding heartbeat sending more of it spilling out, and lighting my path like a signal flare for Web to follow.
Level ground—I’ve finally made it to level ground!
A flicker of relief hits me just before my already unsteady leg hits mud that I didn’t see. My foot slips out from under me, sending me crashing into the cold, wet ground, and my body detonates into violent tremors.
“You’re fucking dead,” Web’s hoarse voice growls from somewhere behind me.
A broken whimper tears free before I can stop it.
I try to pull my legs under me to push myself back up, but they’re done.
Refusing to give up, I do the only thing there is left to do.
I bury my fingers deep into the mud and drag myself forward—inch by inch—while the sound of Web’s thundering footsteps closes in behind me.