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CHAPTER THREE
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“I beat you three out of four times! You promised you’d do a puzzle with me!” I exclaim.
“Just once more. Please?” He places his hands together, fluttering his eyes at me.
“We’ve been at this for hours now.”
We both glance out the window at the same time, wowed by how dark it is outside already.
“I wonder when Doug will be back,” Ryan ponders.
“I don’t know. Hopefully he doesn’t stay out super late.”
We continue to play Trouble, but halfway through the game, we hear a sled approach in the driveway. Assuming it’s Doug, I get up and unlock the front door for him.
Seconds after I back away from the door, I glance out the window and see a second sled approach, then, a third.
“Lock the fucking door again,” Ryan says, almost in a panicked tone.
“Who do you think it is? Maybe his grand-kids?”
“I don’t think so. Not this late at night. Not when it’s this fucking dark.” His tone is darkening, and I can tell that he’s actually getting worried. Anxious even.
“What should we do?”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, a knock sounds at the door.
“Back up slowly, Lyla. Don’t make a sound,” Ryan whispers. “Grab the shot-gun.”
Without hesitation, I quietly take a few steps backwards, keeping my eyes held on the windows as another knock sounds at the door.
“Anyone home?” a voice hollers out from the other side.
I disappear into the bedroom and reach above the door for the shot-gun. Once I’m able to grab it, I creep back out and head toward where Ryan is standing.
He takes the gun from my hands and cocks it back, holding it close to the door.
Suddenly, we hear a key enter the door knob, and it twists open. Before we know it, three men shove themselves inside, lunging toward Ryan before he gets the chance to react. The gun then drops to the floor, giving one of the men the advantage to grab it.
I notice that the man who came through the door last is covered in blood. His face, jacket and pants are glistening in crimson.
“I suppose you were expecting someone else, hey?” the man covered in blood says.
“What the fuck do you want?” Ryan shouts, warranting the man with the gun to spin around and bunt the end of it into Ryan’s stomach.
“Well, we were coming here to raid the cookie jar, but I think I found something even better…” The bloodied man steps closer to where I’m standing with my back against a wall. “Fuck, she’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”
“Who says you get to go first, Joey? I’d rather not have your sloppy seconds.”
“Don’t fucking touch her!” Ryan practically screams. “I swear to fuck, man.”
“And what are you gonna do about it?” the man asks as he nods toward the guy with the gun. “Shut him up.”
Before the man can hit Ryan again, he manages to reach out and punch him in the nose. Blood starts pouring out of both nostrils, which then infuriates him.
With rage in his eyes, he steps toward him, reaches into his back pocket and grabs a section of rope. He then hauls back and punches him in the abdomen with so much force that he drops to the floor, writhing in pain as he looks over at me.
The man standing in front of me reaches his hand out and brushes a strand of hair away from my face, his calloused fingers grazing against my skin. “What do ya’ say, boys? Should we play with our new toy?” he asks, taking another step closer to me, closing the space between us.
I know if I make a single move, he’ll make sure I don’t do it again. Complying is the only way to possibly make it out alive.
“I’m s-sure there’s money somewhere, if that’s w-what your a-after…” I breathe out as my heart beats out of my chest.
“Well, darlin’, that’s what we came here for,” he says, smirking, “but—I found something even better…” He leans forward, reaching into his pocket.
He holds a knife up and flicks it open, brings it to my neck and starts trailing the tip of the blade against my skin.
“I bet you bleed real pretty too…” he groans, licking his lips.
“Are we gonna fuck her or what? Seems like you want her all to yourself, Buck,” the man standing by the door asks impatiently.
The one standing in front of me spins his head around so fast that the blade digs into me, cutting the skin just enough for me to feel the burn. “I told you earlier not to use our fucking names! You god damn idiot!”
“Sorry, boss. I wasn’t thinking…” the man replies.
Buck then slowly turns his head to face me again, and I close my eyes, trying to think of anything else other than what’s happening. Again, the only thing that comes to mind, other than the knife being held to my throat, is the fact that we should have rescheduled the fucking trip.
I feel Buck’s fingers swipe through the tiny trickle of blood that’s dripping down my neck. He then brings his fingers to his mouth and pushes them past his lips, rolling his eyes back as he sucks them clean.
At this point, the tears are steady rolling down my cheeks and I’m finding it harder to breathe.
“Bloody hell, girl…” Buck moans, aggressively wrapping his hand around my throat, pinning me to the wall. “I think I’ll take my turn first.”
“How the fuck is that fair? You always go first!” the man standing by Ryan says as he continues to tie several knots in the rope around Ryan’s ankles.
“If you fucking touch her—” Ryan starts to say before he’s interrupted by a kick to the leg.
“You aren’t gonna’ do shit. You can have her once we’re done with her, pretty boy.”
Buck then tilts his head to the side and a mischievous grin forms on his face. “Actually. I have an idea…”
“You and your fucking ideas! We could have all been inside her by now. You’re wasting time,” the man by Ryan exclaims in a furious tone.
Buck ignores his comment and continues on. “You two aren’t together are you?” he asks.
I glance over at Ryan before answering. “No, he’s my b-best friend.”
Buck demonically laughs, lowering the knife. “That’s even better! I don’t suppose you’ve ever fucked, hey? Never thought about raw dogging this fine ass?”
“I—no, she’s like my f-fucking s-sister, dude,” Ryan manages to say. I can hear the level of pain he’s in by the low tone of his voice.
“I think you’re lying…” Buck laughs. “There’s no fucking way that the thought hasn’t crossed your mind.”
Buck then slowly trails his fingers over my collarbone, continuing down my body until he gets to the bottom of my shirt. It takes every ounce of self-control I have left not to slap his hand away from me. I can only imagine what he’d do if I did.
“So…soft…” he whispers as he drags his fingers across my lower abdomen. He then turns to the man that’s keeping a watch on Ryan. “Drag his ass over here,” he demands.
“Stand up, asshole,” the man hollers, kicking at Ryan’s feet.
Ryan finally stands and I can tell right away that he’s hurt. When he sees the sympathetic look on my face, he straightens his back and takes a deep breath before hopping in my direction.
Buck grabs hold of the rope wrapped around Ryan’s wrists and pulls him in closer, practically shoving him into me. “Touch her.”
“Why are you doing this?” I whimper shakily.
“Why wouldn’t I? I’m merely seizing an opportunity, ma’am. Nothing wrong with wanting to watch.” Buck says with a grin.
“I believe the boss man wants you to touch her…” one of the men says as he steps closer to Buck.
“I—can’t.” Ryan nervously shakes his head.
Buck aggressively slams his hand into the wall right beside my head. “You can…and you will.”
“Fuck! Okay, okay! I’ll fucking do it!” Ryan closes his eyes and raises his bound hands as he leans in closer to my ear. “I’m so fucking sorry, Lyla.”
“Just do as they say…” I whisper back.
He keeps his eyes closed as he anxiously rubs his fingers against my lower abdomen, and for some fucked up reason, it immediately sends chills up and down my spine.
“Untie his wrists,” Buck demands. One of the men takes a knife out of their pocket and cuts the rope, freeing Ryan’s hands. “Take her pants off.”
“Jesus Christ…” Ryan murmurs under his breath. I let out a small gasp as he unzips my jeans and lowers them to my knees.
“Kneel in front of her.”
“Fuck, man. You wanted me to touch her…” Ryan pleads.
“Fucking do it, or I’ll slice your throat and have my way with her while you choke on your last breath.”
Ryan avoids eye contact with me and reluctantly kneels down, bowing his head.
“Good boy…” Buck sneers. “Now pull her panties off.”
Ryan shakes his head but this time, he obeys. Reaching up, he snags the lace material and slides them down my legs.
“You’re a quick learner, my guy.” Buck reaches for a chair and spins it around so that his hands are resting on the back. “I think you know what to do…” he leers, grinning from ear to ear.
“Fuck, man. I can’t—” Ryan begins to say before I reach down and run my fingers through his golden hair.
“Ryan…please,” I beg. “It’s okay…”
I keep my eyes trained on him as he raises his head and finally looks up at me.
For a moment, I swear I can see tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
His afflicted expression nearly makes me break down, but I can’t show any signs of weakness.
It’s bad enough that I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face.
“Spread those legs nice and wide for your boy…” Buck moans, keeping his eyes held on me.
I step out of my jeans and realize just how bad my legs are shaking as I kick them away from me.
Ryan leans forward as I spread my legs further apart, keeping my fingers trailing through his hair as he gently kisses my inner thigh. Even though this is all so fucking wrong, a part of me is glad that it’s him and not one of those sick fucks.
“Please don’t hate me for this…” Ryan whispers, just loud enough for only me to hear.
“I could never hate you,” I whimper, as he darts his tongue out and sinks between my legs.
I take a deep breath in and close my eyes as he swirls his tongue around my clit. His hands find the back of my legs and he grips so hard that my skin feels like it’s on fire.
“Would you look at that…she’s enjoying it, isn’t she?” Buck groans.
I don’t bother to open my eyes. Keeping them closed is the only way I can find peace in any of this. It’s not like I can pretend it isn’t happening. I’m wet, and I can only hope Ryan doesn’t think any less of me for it.
“I think she wants more. Push your fingers inside her, man. Finger fuck that pussy until she screams.”
Without hesitating this time, Ryan let’s go of my legs and trails his fingers up my inner thigh. When he reaches my pussy, he gently pushes two fingers inside me, curling them upward while he still stimulates my clit with his tongue.
“Fuuuckkk…” I let out a light moan, immediately covering my mouth with my hand in utter despair.
Ryan doesn’t stop. In fact—he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of me faster and harder until I can no longer hold back the orgasm building.
His mouth leaves my clit, and I can almost feel him staring up at me. “Breathe, Lyla…” he whispers.
I keep my eyes closed, avoiding any and all eye contact as I let out a breath, allowing the orgasm to take over my entire body. Once I finally come down from the high, he removes his fingers and I finally open my eyes, letting go of his hair as he leans back and shamefully lowers his head again.
“What do ya’ say, guys. Should they fuck?” Buck asks the men standing around us staring directly at my pussy.
“Hell, yeah,” one of the men replies.
Ryan immediately stands, turning his head toward Buck. “You’re fucking sick,” he hisses through his tightly clenched teeth.
Buck starts to laugh. “Oh, come on, pretty boy. I’ll bet she tasted real good, didn’t she?”
Ryan shakes his head and a single tear falls down his cheek as he looks at me. “Just kill me. I can’t fucking do this.”
“Need I remind you of whats going to happen if you go against the rules?” Buck angrily states, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his knife.
“Besides…it’s not rape if she likes it,” one of the men laughs.
I reach out and grab Ryan’s arm, pulling him closer to me. “I can’t lose you,” I whisper. “Please…just fuck me, Ryan.”
I can almost feel the disgust and anger radiating off him as he steps back and shakes his head. “This is so fucked up,” he mutters.
“Turn that pretty ass around,” Buck demands.
I turn, resting my palms against the wall as Ryan positions himself behind me. I hear the rattle of his belt, followed by the sound of his jeans dropping to the floor.
Without touching me, he pushes his cock between my legs, gliding it through my wetness before pushing just the tip inside me.
“If you don’t start putting some effort into it, I’ll have to show you how it’s done,” Buck chuckles from the side.
“I don’t want to hurt her…” Ryan snarls as he places the palm of his hand against the small of my back. “You’ll tell me if it hurts, right, Lyla?”
The agony in his voice is excruciating.