Chapter 14
Summer
Whispering hitting my ears slowly wakes me up, and I try to hide my disappointment that I’m not dead, and even worse, I can’t feel Eric in the room.
So I keep my eyes closed, not recognizing the hushed voices, not trusting them because there is a very big chance I may have made being saved up in my mind.
Maybe if I keep my eyes closed, they’ll leave and I can open my eyes and face my reality and maybe somehow find a way out of here, to find my way to peace.
My skin tingles, but not in a good way —the feeling of hands grabbing me, making me involuntarily tense.
“Fuck yes, now I see why you are number two baby…”
The fiftieth man that raped me, his nasty voice echoes as he thrusted into my forbidden hole while choking me with chains around my neck and one by one, the men comeback to me, the pain I felt, and my breathing picks up, the memories consuming me, the feel of them all over me making me itch.
I want to die, I want to die, I want to die…
“I cannot believe he’s been moping over that,” one woman sneers, her voice full of jealousy and I know I’m at the clubhouse.
He saved me, breathe, just breathe, I try telling myself but them memories, they drown me.
“Several times I have tried to fuck him, Pussy, and several times he has knocked me back all for this thing…” another woman growls, and I swear my body locks up.
“Take my fucking cock down your throat bitch, enjoy the smell of me…”
I squeeze my eyes tight, hearing Marney’s, one of Hanz’s men’s, voice when he decided he wanted to play but knew he could only use my mouth, the nasty smell of urine hitting my senses again making me want to vomit.
I can’t live with this…
“We need to get rid of her,” the first woman snaps, “make her run away or something because one by one the officer brothers are slowly falling and I won’t have anyone else come in, I fucking refuse it, especially not this used up trainwreck!”
Ouch, just what a rape victim wants to hear, wait, rape victim?
Is that what I am?
My stomach tightens at the thought.
“Maybe if we beat her up, she’ll leave,” the second woman, who I’m guessing is called Pussy, cackles, and I slowly open my eyes, locking on their forms.
Both in tiny skirts that could be classed as belts and bikini tops, two women who look like they work at a strip club stand at the doorway.
I bet they never had to deal with what I have.
“I guess being raped every day does make me used, huh?” I choke, her words hitting home as I gain their attention, and both look at me with shock.
“Rape victim?” the blonde asks with a furrowed brow, but I ignore her and turn over, noticing it already going dark outside, a sight I haven’t seen in so long, no windows being allowed in the warehouse, and I flinch, hating the darkness.
“Have a good night, my merchandise, enjoy the men…”
Hanz’s voice echoes in my head before flashes of men touch us through the cages, nothing but darkness surrounding us, so that we couldn’t see anything, the screams echoing in my head making me tremble.
I hear a gasp from behind me, but I ignore it before the first woman snaps, “Oh, don’t fall for it, Pussy. She literally is a slut and needs to leave. She asked for everything she received. I just know it, I know girls like her.”
Somehow I doubt anyone would ask for what I went through, but I don’t say that. Instead, I eye the rope on the dresser —it’s black and long…
My eyes go to the wooden beam above going across the ceiling, then to the chair in the corner, and I swallow hard.
They won’t stop me, Eric isn’t here, and somehow I doubt the two women would talk that candidly if any of the brothers were about, so maybe…
Eric’s hazel eyes hit me straight in the chest, and I know this is the right decision.
He can move on.
“Look at the back of her thighs, Juicy, they are covered in bruises and cuts!” Pussy says, and I slowly move on the bed to a sitting position as they begin to bicker over whether or not to convince me to leave.
No convincing needed here though.
My legs shake as I stand, and I quickly grab the black nightstand to steady myself, the photo of the old me grinning coming into view, the me that is no longer around and a single tear falls before I slowly walk over to the dresser on wobbly legs, the movement unnatural to me now.
Quietly, without making a sound, without getting the bickering women’s attention, I pick up the rope and gently rub my thumb and finger over the material.
It’s soft, very soft, but also strong enough to hopefully…
I blink and walk over to the chair, Hanz’s laughter echoing in my head, Gabriel’s grunts as he thrusted inside me before nearly killing me, and I climb on the chair.
I carefully throw the rope over the beam, then tie several knots in to attach it to the wood before yanking it hard.
As soon as I’m happy, I make a large enough loop at the end while the women argue.
“We are not going to convince her to leave, she’s clearly been through hell,” Pussy snaps while Juicy growls, “She’s a whore that probably deserved it, now stop being a bitch and help me…”
“That’s it bitch, fight me,” the man laughs as he thrusts inside my forbidden hole while shoving a sharp knife inside my entrance, the pain so bad, bile builds and I vomit…
I squeeze my eyes tight, gripping the rope, memories flashing before me of the last year and a half.
“This is the punishment for getting pregnant,” Hanz grunts, and I cry out as he kicks my stomach hard, causing my body to spin and a sharp pain to spread through my lower stomach as wetness spreads between my legs, the men laughing seeing the blood.
My breathing picks up.
“Oh my god,” I hear gasped, one of the women noticing what I’m about to do, and I put my head into the loop as both women look at me in shock and horror.
“Anchor!” the brunette screams just as I step off the chair, and the rope tightens instantly on my neck, and my body twitches and jerks as I choke.
“I am so proud of you, sweetheart,” Daddy whispers, and I grin widely at him as I take his hand and he helps me grab my first-place trophy in gymnastics.
Tears leak from my eyes.
“Summer, fight baby girl, please don’t give up.”
Daddy's voice pleads.
I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m not strong enough, I’m so sorry.
“No, my sunshine, please…”
I choke on a sob, the image of my dad standing before me, holding his hand out, and I try to move my hand to grab his, ready to be with him now, ready to be at peace as I choke…
“Anchor!” another scream echoes as I kick out, my body doing it out of instinct, the image of my dad disappearing, and Eric’s hazel eyes hit me, eyes full of heartbreak and pain, and I allow my body to go limp as small hands grip my legs before a roar echoes and everything goes black, and I finally get to be free.
I’m sorry, Eric...