19
EMERSYN
I watched the guards approach in the grey light.
Despite it being late afternoon, the sun fought to shine through the cloud cover.
There was no way to tell if these were the same two guards as last night, but it didn’t matter because one of them swung a loop of keys around his finger which meant I was about to get released from this hell.
I struggled my way to my feet and gathered whatever strength I had left. I kept my head down as they unlocked my cuffs. I had to momentarily lean against the post to breathe through the pain as blood rushed back.
The guard yanked me from the post. “Let’s go.”
I stumbled against him and when he shoved me away, I used my momentum to crash into the other guard.
“Jesus, are you sure she’s not drugged?” He grumbled and reached out to steady me.
I gripped the knife I’d just lifted and without hesitating, slammed it into his eye then took off down the beach to the song of his pained shrieks.
Seemed like a great plan, except my legs wouldn’t cooperate and I stumbled the first few steps and fell face first into the sand.
I regained my feet, but didn’t get more than a few strides before electricity ripped through my body and locked up my muscles.
Once again, I collapsed on the ground and the shock stopped.
Unfortunately, it had taken all the fight left in me, and all I could do was pant and wheeze like a pathetic fish out of water.
Footsteps approached. The guard grabbed my hair and yanked me up, only to punch me in the jaw, and I went down again.
“Fucking, bitch,” he growled.
I scrambled away, but my body decided to stop working and I didn’t get far before my arms gave out. He easily pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips.
“You’ve been a bad girl.”
He grabbed my neck and shoved me down into the sand while pawing at the zipper of his pants. He batted my hands away and smirked at my feeble attempts to fight him off.
“Get off me,” I snarled and thrashed in a pathetic attempt to maneuver him off, but I was too weak.
“You know what happens to bad girls?”
I glared and stopped my struggles long enough to spit in his face. Absolute murder hardened his eyes. He slapped my cheek and squeezed my throat until stars broke out across my vision. Just when I thought I’d black out, the pressure released and he shoved my face to the side into the sand.
“They get punished.”
He yanked my legs apart and pawed at his pants in an attempt to free his cock.
“Fuck!” A shout from his buddy down the beach distracted him enough that he paused and looked up. We both watched the man stumble towards us with blood dripping down his face. He’d finally stopped screaming at least.
“She stabbed my fucking eye!” The hurt one collapsed onto his knees at my head and held the bloody knife to my face. “She’s gonna fucking pay for this.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. It didn’t matter how many years had passed, apparently a blade to the face was still triggering.
“No—” The other one batted the knife away. “Mahoney said no damage.”
“I don’t give a fuck. She has scars already—who cares?”
He tried to maneuver the knife back to my face, but the other guard got to his feet. He zipped himself back up and kicked his companion in the thigh.
“Goddamn it, man, fucking ruin the mood. Go get that taken care of.” He waved his hand at the man’s eye. “I’ll take her to the Menagerie—”
Thoroughly subdued and humbled, I went without a fight. Trying to escape had been stupid anyway, where was I going to go?
The Menagerie turned out to be a massive greenhouse attached to the back of the estate.
We entered through a side door and the domed glass stretched high over our heads.
I bit back a sigh as the warm air enveloped my frozen body and soft, mossy grass was a nice contrast to the harsh, rocky sand of the beach.
The guard pulled me down a path that wound through the thick foliage and tall trees.
Within yards we were completely enveloped.
I could even hear the occasional call of birds somewhere off in the shadows.
But, it wasn’t all idyllic. As we walked, I saw enclosures and cages.
Some appeared empty, although it was hard to tell with the way it all blended together with the greenery.
Others were occupied by naked women who quickly faded into the shadows as we passed.
My disgust was apparently obvious because the guard chuckled.
“Mahoney has quite the collection,” he said. “I’m told he curates them from all over the world.”
I held my tongue, but only because I couldn’t find the energy to formulate a snide remark.
A guardhouse came into view where it bordered the far side of the dome.
Laughter drifted from inside, but we continued along the path that ran in front of it to a nearby enclosure.
The guard opened the barred door and shoved me inside.
I hardly heard the sound of the gate click shut behind him because directly in front of me was a tray of food.
I fell to my knees and without a second thought shoveled the apples and bland oatmeal into my mouth.
I knew it was probably drugged, but I was too hungry to care.
Sure enough, I’d barely finished eating when my body became heavy with whatever sedative they’d laced the food with. I managed to crawl over to a large rock outcropping and curl up with my back to the warm surface before unconsciousness claimed me.
Darkness surrounded me, but something was wrong.
I wasn’t alone anymore. I was on my stomach and a weight settled over my back.
I tried to struggle, but whatever was in the food had rendered me nearly immobile.
A hand grabbed my wrists while the other settled over my mouth.
A broad chest pressed me down into the grass.
I tried to kick out, but the movement was slow and lethargic.
“I told you we should have gotten here earlier,” a voice said. “The drug is wearing off.”
Hands gripped my calves and pulled my legs apart.
“Stop complaining, you like a bit of a struggle anyway.”
There was a rustle of fabric as the man knelt between my legs.
His fingers trailed up my inner thigh and dragged across my pussy.
No matter how many times I’d been raped—and unfortunately, it had been many times, the sensation of helplessness never ceased to anger me.
My breathing picked up as a finger penetrated me
“God, she’s fucking tight,” the voice muttered.
“You always say that.”
“So? Can’t a man admire a good pussy?”
“Just fuck her already, you’re wasting time.”
The sound of his belt and zipper falling away accompanied the leisurely exploration of his fingers.
He pushed my leg up toward my side, baring me further to him and pinched my clit.
The pressure didn’t let up until I let out a squeak of pain as it cut through the drug.
The pressure over my mouth increased. I mentally strained in an effort to move something, anything to try and get away, but the drug had effectively cut off all motor skills.
The man withdrew his finger and ran both hands up my thighs. He pulled me apart as his thumbs ran over my pussy and ass. Spit dropped and the head of his cock smeared through it before he pushed inside and forcefully shoved himself to the hilt.
I wanted to kill him.
He groaned and uttered a breathless curse as he pulled almost all the way out and did it again.
His fingers dug into my ass and kept me spread for him as his grunts increased with his pace.
I could feel my body grow wetter even though I was far from enjoying myself.
But, I was thankful for it because it meant there wouldn’t be any pain.
It was simply something I had to endure, and while the rage when it was over never abated, the numbness that came before allowed my resignation of reality.
Just like all the times before, they would take what wasn’t theirs, only now, I no longer had any tears left to give them. The one holding my wrists let his hand slide from my mouth to brush my hair off my face.
“Such a pretty little thing—even with all those scars—”
I cringed as he trailed off and continued to stroke my head.
I wanted to gag, but I couldn’t move, I certainly couldn’t speak.
The drug hadn’t worn off for me to do anything other than make weak protests that weren’t worth it.
His petting continued and I wanted to scream—it reminded me too much of another time—
The first time.
Men loved to revel in their control, but it blinded them to what was being built in the breakdown, and once that kind of rage was awoken, it didn't go back to sleep.