Chapter 28
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
Heavy-eyed and disoriented, I force my eyes open, blinking against the harsh lights on the ceiling.
Flashes of AJ’s menacing grin come flooding back, and my heart races as my brain begins to catch up with my reality.
Terrified, I attempt to sit up, but immediately realize my hands and feet are bound with some kind of restraint.
My gut sours as panic floods me, and I turn my head from side to side, jerking my hands crazily.
My heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest. I’m sweating, frantically trying to free myself as my mind buzzes. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling confused about how I got here. I wince when I feel a sudden, excruciating ache between my legs.
I prop my head up and take in my surroundings as I try to control my breathing.
The first thing I see is that I’m naked.
Then, my stomach plummets as my eyes land on Ryan, who is restrained on a chair in front of me, also naked.
I swallow, trying to clear my dry throat as I struggle to make my voice audible. A sound barely more than a whisper emerges. “Ryan! Ryan! Please, wake up!” A sob wracks through me.
He raises his head with a moan, still groggy from whatever they gave us. He blinks his eyes slowly, trying to get used to the lighting.
His brow furrows as he takes in the sight of me.
Peering down at himself, muddled words seep out of him as he takes in the situation. He is unable to move his arms and legs. Swimming back into focus, he gulps loudly as he realizes that he’s also bound and naked.
“Wha-What’s going on, Marley?” he croaks, uncertainty clouding his face.
My pulse begins to pound in my ears as I shakily ask him, “What is the last thing you remember?” I keep my voice low.
He stares off as his eyebrows scrunch together. Then, he answers, “Drinking with the group around the fire.”
Anguish and despair roll over my body as I close my eyes.
“It’s them, Ryan; they drugged us.” My blood begins to boil.
“We are being held captive by them!” My voice falters, and bile rises in the back of my throat.
I twist my head to the side and spew vomit.
Some of it lingers on the chair, the rest hitting the floor with a splat.
With a petrified look on his face, he jerks on the ropes and chains and rocks the chair, doing anything to make it fall over.
Meeting my eyes, I see the sadness rippling from him as awareness sinks in that we are trapped, and my throat constricts.
The door swings open, smashing into the wall behind it and interrupting the quiet panic. An evil reality settles in my stomach.
“Well, well, would you look at what we have here?” AJ taunts maliciously.
The rest of them chuckle, and Georgia walks up to Ryan, pinching his cheek. “Not so strong now, are you?”
Yanking his head away from her grip, Ryan tries to keep the shakiness out of his voice but fails when he shouts, “Why are you doing this? What are you going to do to us?”
“The same thing we’ve done to them,” AJ answers as he throws Polaroids on the floor. Ryan takes one look and jerks his head to the side, vomiting onto the floor.
AJ walks over to me and flicks through more Polaroids of multiple women who have been mutilated and are in the same chair that I am currently sitting in.
My pulse hammers against my ribcage as my eyes dart from the pictures to AJ, then at the rest of them.
Jared answers with an evil glint in his eyes, “We are going to have some fun.”
Striding over to me, he squeezes my clit.
Sickness surges over me, and I don’t even have time to make sense of what I’ve just seen. Ryan throws his head back, not wanting to witness the assault on my body.
“Oh, you know, just some innocent fun.” Cora finds something in the cart beside me, but I’m not able to see it. As she comes closer, I see it’s a flogger, and she rears back and whips my stomach.
I scream out as agony wracks my middle. I thrash uncontrollably, attempting to create distance from her.
“Strike her pussy for me; make it red, sweetheart,” Jared tells her lustfully. “AJ, force Ryan to watch; I like an audience.”
Cora positions herself between my legs gleefully.
I begin to plead with her. “Cora, please, don’t! How could you do this? No! Please,” I cry out as tears roll down my face, and another lash makes contact with my pussy.
Jared has stripped off his clothes, and I see his erection at half-mast. He grips it with his hand, stroking it and heaving erratic breaths with his teeth clenched.
Convulsing as pain pierces between my legs, I scream until my voice cracks. The whippings blur together, and I’ve lost count.
The whole time, I hear the brokenness in Ryan’s voice, begging them to stop.
Finally surrendering to the unbearable burning, my eyes grow vacant as I will my mind to go elsewhere, anywhere from this room of terror.
“Alright, sweetheart, that’s enough; move out of the way,” Jared commands her, practically shoving her to the side.
She acts as though it’s no big deal, but I see a moment of hurt flash through her eyes. She composes herself and brushes beside him; to make up for it, he yanks her into him and consumes her lips with his.
Feeling numbness down there, Georgia walks up and hands Jared a bottle of what looks like some kind of cooking oil with gloves on, her legs fidgeting as she says impatiently, “Make it entertaining.”
“Thank you, gorgeous,” he winks at her with a faint smirk. “I always do.”
Violently, he hauls out the little table right underneath the chair.
Then, he opens the bottle and douses a generous amount over my pussy. The oil is scalding, and it sears my pussy as it drips down to the chair. I scream in agony, shaking my body to try and get it to stop.
I muster any strength I have left as anger leaks into my voice, and my eyes descend on Jared. “Problems getting it up that you have to defile my body and rape me, Jared?”
Laughing with unhinged intensity, holding his stomach with one hand, he says, “Nothing like that.” Then, a blankness covers his face, and he lowers his voice. “I just like it; it’s the fear running through you that sends a thrill to my dick.”
Cora comes into view beside me and takes a leaf blower, aiming it at my pussy; relief sweeps through me.
He crawls over the table with a demented expression, watching my face and waiting for my reaction.
Whimpering under my breath, I beg, “Please, don’t do this! Just let us go, and we won’t tell anyone.”
Grinning, he licks his lips.
My heart lurches up into my throat, pounding wildly, and my hair catches the tears streaming down my face.
Plunging his cock into me without warning, my back bows at the intrusion from the welts, burns, and the soreness I woke up with.
This will forever be embedded in mine and Ryan’s brains. The thought flits over my mind as I fight off the churning of my stomach, trying to shift myself enough to end this attack.
Jared pummels himself into me relentlessly.
Right before he’s about to come, he shoves himself further in and doesn’t move, and his cock twitches his release inside me.
Jared rolls off me with a groan, smacking me across my cheek and taunting me. “You’re not too bad of a fuck; until next time.” He winks.
All four of them stand around and snicker at my defilement, and my skin feels too tight for my body. All I hear is feet moving around, then the door opening and closing shut with a deafening thud.
My body sags, and I stare lifelessly at the ceiling, physically unable to look directly at Ryan.
Steadily, my senses return, and I hear Ryan sobbing uncontrollably, almost as if he’s hyperventilating.
Seconds, or maybe minutes, pass by as I dully sit here until Ryan stabilizes his breathing.
Shattering the silence without looking at him, I ask shakily, “How are we going to escape this hellhole?”
My mouth is dry as I try to swallow, and I move my head just enough for my eyes to connect with his.
His head hangs forward; I’m sure he’s trying to suppress the misery of watching me being brutally raped.
“I’m so sorry, Mar,” he croaks out, hoisting his head up. “You were right about them,” he admits, tears trail down his face. “I should’ve listened to you,” he adds defeatedly, lowering his head again in shame.
Bitterness coats my tongue, and the urge to lash out at him is strong for not believing me when I kept telling him something was off about them, and about me feeling like I was losing my mind.
He looks up again at me, full of concern. “Are you alright?” He stumbles over the question. “I mean, how bad is it?”
I choke back nausea as I recall what just occurred. I nod my head yes, lying to him because I don’t trust my voice at the moment.
There are no words to express how I actually feel, which is like thousands of knives have sliced open my inner walls between my legs.
Unexpectedly, the door slams into the wall, and we both jump at the sudden interruption.
Cora storms through the door, clearly drunk as she trips on her own feet, focused on something behind me.
Chills skitter down my spine in apprehension, not knowing what’s next.
Fuming, Ryan asks, “What the fuck are you doing?” He bucks against the restraints, thrashing wildly as he fights to tear himself free from the chair.
Slurring, Cora replies, “Cleaning you up; you both reek of filth.” She heaves a hose over in the middle of us. She takes hold of the nozzle, still wobbling, and holds down the lever as she sprays Ryan first.
Laughing with venom, she shouts, “Open up if you’re thirsty!”
Ryan opens his mouth, swallowing as much water as he can.
A few minutes pass, and she sprays me. I open my mouth, trying to catch water as well.
Then, she directs the hose between my legs, and a raw cry escapes me as my vision fractures, black spots stretching across everything I see.
I finally let sleep wash over me.