2005 Grace #10
For a second, he took his eyes off me. I seized the chance and darted around him—but he lunged after me and grabbed my arm, and Whiskers’ bristled tail lashed around it. My cat meowed sharply and clawed Bo’s hand, drawing blood in thin lines.
Alarmed, I looked up at the man in whom something had visibly switched. His jaw twitched. He wanted Whiskers.
I held the cat tight against my chest and started running in the opposite direction, but Bo got hold of me in an instant and grabbed Whiskers by the neck, who tried to break free, thrashing and clawing.
“Let him go!” I shouted. One of my hands pounded Bo’s shoulder, the other held my suffocating cat.
“Boys!” Bo shouted. Chop—Bo’s right-hand man—was suddenly beside me and overpowered me while that bastard wrestled my cat out of my grasp.
“Don’t do this! He was just protecting himself! He’s innocent!”
“Innocent?” He spat the word. “Innocent creatures don’t do this.” He showed me his bloody hand.
“You deserved it.” I looked at him, my eyes burning with anger, because the hole in my chest had just been torn even wider.
His lips twisted into a tight, icy smile. He grabbed Whiskers’ head and tail, then yanked them apart. I heard vertebrae crack, then my cat thumped to the ground.
“Noo!” I screamed. “You monster!” I kept yanking my hands, trying to break free.
“Now it’s your turn.” The man holding me let me go. Bo’s body slammed into mine, and he grabbed my face. “I know you’re a whore, Grace. Nikky has told me a lot about you.” I heard enjoyment in his voice—and craving.
“That’s a lie!” I said quietly through clenched teeth.
Bo tried to shove me toward my room, then, when I resisted, he lifted me.
“No! No!” I protested and pressed my feet against the wall. I screamed for help.
Bo fell to the floor with me. I couldn’t crawl away from him because his weight pinned me down.
“I like it here too, Grace. I’m not squeamish.” He tore off my shirt. I didn’t know which part of my body to protect—should I hold on to my pants with both hands, or protect my breasts?
Bo saddled me. I clawed at his face, then his fist crashed into mine. It felt as if my head had just been slammed against a brick wall. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. My grip weakened.
Bo grabbed my hair and kissed me while he rubbed his erection against my pants.
“What the fuck is going on?” Nikky’s icy voice swept across the room like a storm.
Bo let me go. He combed his medium-length hair back behind his ears with one hand, grinning, then straightened up.
“Hi, babe.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Nikky repeated.
“Your sister hit on me.”
“That’s not true!” I rubbed my face. My jaw was numb.
“No?” He snapped at me. “Are you saying I’m lying? The boys saw what happened too. Right, guys?” He looked around, and all of them started nodding.
“It’s a lie,” I repeated.
Bo leaned closer to my sister and cupped her face in his hand. He gave her a searing kiss.
I knew my sister was a junkie, but I had no idea she’d snorted a line of coke while she was away getting Bo.
I recognized the signs—the volatility, the aggression, the euphoria.
Nikky moved around Bo and walked toward me.
I sat up and scooted backward until my back hit the wall. The logs were cold against my skin.
“You have to believe me, Nikky.”
My sister’s lunatic gaze slid down to my heaving chest and bare breasts.
I hadn’t been ready for her attack. She jumped at me like a maniac, her fists striking wherever they could.
“Why, Grace?” Her voice was an icy tempest. “Why is it that everyone wants you?”
“Stop it, Nikky,” a hoarse voice said from farther back.
“Shut up, Elijah!” Bo snapped.
Nikky beat me and shredded me into a broken, bloody mess. I tried to protect myself with everything I had, which made it easy for her to rip my clothes off and shove me into the circle of men.
“You want dick, Grace?” She spread her hands. “Here you go. You can get as many dicks as you want.”
I was crying, trembling, trying to cover my naked body from the curious, predatory glances.
“Nikky,” I stepped towards her uncertainly, but she shoved me back into the circle, sneering.
I couldn’t hit her, because she had Mom’s face. When I looked at her, I saw Mom. And I… I loved my siblings.
“Fuck you, Grace,” she hissed and swept her blonde hair from her face. “Guys… who wants to have some fun?”
“That’s my girl.” Bo puffed out his muscular chest proudly and grabbed Nikky’s ass. “Go into the room, baby. I’ll join you in a second.” He slapped her ass, and before he went after Nikky, he stepped toward me.
“I’ll be the last one, you whore.”
Bo shoved me back onto the rug, and the nightmare began.
Alien hands grabbed at my body, and alien lips closed around my nipples.
Disgusting groans and moans filled my ears as they defiled me.
Hot tears streaked down my burning face, and I felt hot semen beneath my butt.
Their bites burned into my flesh. I felt as if I’d been tossed into a tub of scalding water—my veins burned, every point in my body throbbing.
“Chase,” I moaned from through clenched teeth, while the forceful thrusts kept on going. “Chase…”
Save me.