Chapter 9
Summer
Pain shoots through me as Hanz thrusts himself inside me, so much pain I feel like I’m going to be sick.
My eyes tear up, but I don’t let them fall as the men around us chuckle, watching their boss’s show.
Gabriel is standing off to the side, fuming as he watches because he hasn’t been allowed to touch me again and is now forced to watch every person who rapes me.
He tried to drag me out of the cage yesterday and Hanz got pissed.
Excruciating pain builds in my lower stomach at each thrust, my walls tearing, trying to repel him, all while he grunts and moans with pleasure from behind me, gripping a leather strap wrapped around my neck, choking me as he uses it as leverage to keep my head up.
I thrash against him, trying to dislodge despite my arms being chained to the floor and my legs being held apart by some sort of pole with straps.
I have to fight back, I can’t let them think they’ve broken me when I know they have, when I know surviving this is never going to happen. Not only do I feel dirty, feel like my skin to crawling, but I killed another man, my seventh one since being here.
I saw the knives laid out and, despite feeling weak, knowing they were about to be used not on my skin but inside me, I grabbed one and stabbed the guy who wanted to rape me in his neck, and this is my punishment.
Gabriel tried to be the one to rape me despite his mess up yesterday but four of Hanz’s men stopped him, knowing I was for the boss.
Eric’s hazel eyes hit me and my tears burn my eyes as I thrash even harder, not caring about the pain in my shoulder, needing-needing to die, and if I fight hard enough, he could pull tight enough on the leather strap and I’ll finally be free, I’ll be at peace and not live another second with this pain every day and Eric’s eyes can be the last thing I see.
The thought becomes clearer, the hope that he does strangle me to death consuming, and I buck my body, causing him to tighten the strap, making it difficult to breathe, bringing that hope higher.
His thrusts become harder, then suddenly he pulls out of my entrance, then moves to my back hole, and I choke out a sob as he thrusts inside, the feeling of being torn hits me while the leather pulls even tighter, and I see dark spots.
Hanz grunts as he ruts faster and faster, and I feel wetness spread inside me, and I know he’s made me bleed, giving him the lube he always wants as he loses himself in his own pleasure while my blurry eyes go to my hands that are looking blue.
Yes…
“Boss, you’re going to kill her,” one man says coldly, but Hanz ignores his man and yanks the leather hard as he groans and I feel him come inside me just as the darkness takes me and his men cursing the last thing I hear as I go limp and I swear, I smile at what I believe as death takes me – finally.
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Sobbing and crying echoes, and I silently groan as sharp shooting pains throb down below and dizziness hits me as pain shoots through my head, the last memory of me passing out as Hanz comes shoots back to me, and a few tears fall.
No…
“I didn’t die,” I croak, my throat scratchy and sore, and number five above me sobs even louder, hearing my disappointment, and I allow a tear to fall as I curl up in a ball, the movement making me gasp as more sharp shooting pains throb, and I tremble.
I really wanted to die, I can’t do this anymore, I-I, please, I just want to die.
I dig my nails into my calves, trying to focus on that, but the pain inside my body is too much, and I can’t breathe.
I wanted to die, but why didn’t I die?
“Don’t give up,” number five chokes, “Please don’t give up.” but I ignore her. She’s only been here for two weeks, she doesn’t understand.
I squeeze my eyes tighter and Eric’s hazel eyes hit me right in the chest, and a small sob escapes me.
I shouldn’t have run out of his office that day. I knew what he saw, what he thought, and I knew he wanted to hurt me as much as seeing what he thought he saw hurt him. I should have screamed that I was assaulted.
Why didn’t I tell him?
Why didn’t I have it out with him?
He would have locked me up in his house and I would have welcomed it.
Bangs echo, and shouts begin, and I tense as someone gasps, “Someone is here to save us.”
“No, they’re probably shooting a traitor,” another snaps back, but I don’t open my eyes, refusing, needing to keep Eric’s hazel eyes in my sight, needing to focus on him, to hold his strength that is slowly fading.
“The fuckers have run like pussies!” a male shouts, and the women openly sob.
“We’re saved,” number five cries, “you hear that, number two, we’re saved.”
I don’t believe her, I refuse, because if we’re being saved, then I have to try and live with what I’ve been put through, I’ll be watched twenty-four-seven, and I-I can’t be put through that, I need to die.
“Search the fucking place!” another male commands, and I tighten my body as several sounds of boots echo into the room, and men begin cursing.
“Fuck’s sake, there’s over a hundred fucking cages in here,” someone growls, and number five pleads, “Let us out please…”
“The cops are on their way, you’re all going to be okay,” someone confirms, and I shake as I feel someone come close to me, my heart pounding, my fear skyrocketing.
I need to die, I can’t leave here, I have to die.
Eric’s eyes are all I see as I try to ignore a figure standing close to my cage.
“Summer?” someone chokes, and my breathing becomes choppy.
Summer… It’s been so long since I…
“Her name is number two,” number five says quietly.
“No,” the man breathes, “her name is Summer, Summer Peters, she’s just turned twenty-three and wants to become a social worker and my brother was – is – madly in love with her. Summer sweetheart, look at me…”
I squeeze my eyes tighter before I slowly turn my head and open my eyes, but flinch at the throbbing in my head, before I lock eyes with blue ones I recognize.
“Oh shit. no,” the man chokes as he stumbles back.
“Eric,” I croak, “I-I want Eric…” is all I can plead, and he suddenly shouts, “Anchor!” causing several women to sob while my tears fall at the figure before me, looking like an illusion.
I’m imagining this —I know I am.
“Anchor!” the man shouts again just as someone walks in and says, “Dirty, he’s now coming, what’s up?” then looks around the room and chokes, “Fuck me…”
“Trigger,” The man, Dirty, croaks, not taking his eyes off me, “Get Anchor now.”
“Dirty what –” the man's, Trigger’s, words are cut off as a figure I have envisioned so many times walks into the room making my heart flutter and snaps, “What the fuck?!” as he looks around the room with horror, his voice, though, oh god I have imagined his voice so much.
I’m seeing things —I know I am… He looks so perfect… Different…
I’m dreaming, I have to be, maybe I did die.
I watch in slow motion as Dirty brokenly whispers, “Anchor,” getting Eric’s attention but when Dirty doesn’t look at him, he follows his brother’s eyes, and his hazel ones meet mine, shock etching off him.
“Summer…” He chokes, stumbles back and I push myself further into the cage, up against the wall and everyone in the room cries seeing we are indeed saved while I can’t help but believe this is all in my head and instead of begging them to let me out.
I curl up into myself, causing so much pain to shoot through me.
I squeeze my eyes tightly picturing Eric’s hazel eyes because I know he isn’t here, no, he’s probably with his girlfriend or fiancée, maybe even expecting a kid and me, I’m going to die, I’ll make sure of it.