Chapter 29
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
Marley passed out a while ago. I’ve been sitting here, fighting with the memories of Marley’s violation. There are no words. I’m emotionally wrecked. My eyes grow heavy, and I start to drift off.
After a while, my body comes to attention as I remember our predicament. I make an effort to stretch my hands, but the handcuffs rip into my wrists.
Terror coils in my chest as I remember Marley and the horrifying fact that we’re prisoners of lunatics. A searing tang coats my tongue, sharp enough to make my teeth ache.
My breathing becomes erratic, and I cast a quick glance in every direction in the room, mentally mapping out the layout and contemplating how we’re going to get out of here.
There are no windows, strobe lights that never go off, a rolling cart, a hose behind Marley, and only one door out.
My insides contract in panic as she comes into focus.
With a scratchy voice, I call out her name. “Mar! Marley, please, wake up. Come on, Mar.” A sob catches in my throat as I strain myself to reach her.
Disheveled, she moves to sit up, only her head propping up, watching as she gives in to the acknowledgment that she is powerless.
Quivering, she asks, “What do you think they are planning next for us?”
My stomach falls at her forwardness and the uneasiness of the unknown.
“Don’t worry about that, Mar. Clear your mind so we can come up with a game plan.” I lie to her through my teeth, doing so to try to soothe her.
Tensing my jaw, I yank as hard as I can against the rope constricting me to no avail. Drops of sweat pour down me as Marley’s eyes glint with unshed tears.
I feel nothing but blinding panic in this moment, my skin searing with the failure to break free of this fucking nightmare.
Marley’s eyes go scarily vacant as she flings her head back and begins ramming her skull against the chair repeatedly.
“Marley! Please, calm down; just stop. You’re going to give yourself a concussion.”
“At least my mind could float away from this wretched place,” she shrieks, spit flying from her mouth.
Before I know it, the door flies open, and I stiffen under layers of tension. Pins and needles creep through my hands and feet from the lack of circulation.
AJ and Georgia stroll in, leering at us like the most demented couple on the planet. Georgia swings a hunting knife in my direction, narrowly missing my face. AJ turns around and hastily shuts the door.
Viciously smiling at me, Georgia lifts her skirt, showing me her pussy.
“It’s my turn to fuck my toy today.” She strokes the knife over my knees.
Straddling me so that her pussy makes contact with my soft dick, she grinds herself on it in circles.
The knife gleams as it nears my face. Frightened, I instinctively rear my head back as far away from her as I can.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she tuts, shaking her head.
Behind her, AJ has his dick hanging out, stroking it with his hand. “Oh, baby, I love the unhinged side of you,” he growls, deep with lust.
Bouncing up and down on me, her mouth twists into a smirk, and she skims the side of the knife down my face, laughing with malice in her eyes.
Without warning, she drags the knife back and slashes my cheek right below my cheekbone.
I shout out. Blood oozes out, spilling down my face over the ropes on my chest.
Marley shrilly yells, “Stop it! Get the hell away from him.” She flails in her chair.
Georgia arches her head back, using her other hand to grip onto my shoulder to balance herself.
“Fill my needy, wet cunt,” she demands as she looks at me with a sick desire. She straightens her posture, her chest grazing mine. My face is filled with revulsion.
AJ is now behind me, and he rips off her shirt; she’s not wearing a bra, and her tits spring free.
“That’s it, baby.” He seizes one of her breasts, and she moans and licks the top of his hand.
Peering up at him with big, round eyes, she brushes the knife against her cheek and specks of blood stick to her face.
Then, she spins her tongue over the tip of the knife, extending her tongue all the way out.
She proceeds to press the blade into her mouth, her attention glued to AJ, as if she’s bewitched by him.
She must hit the back of her throat because she stops, then closes her eyes, whimpering as she steadily takes it out, sucking it clean.
I’m stricken by these ruthless and cutthroat people.
AJ’s breath hitches, and I can hear him letting up on stroking his dick, as if waiting for some kind of finale.
“More baby, more,” he begs desperately while loud moans slip through his mouth.
“Anything for you, baby.” She seductively winks at him.
Hysteria slides off her, and with perfect precision, she gashes my other cheek.
I rear back at the burn as blood streams down my face again like a waterfall.
“You’re fucking monsters! Stop hurting him!” Marley shrieks, her voice raw.
Stepping back, Georgia tilts her head, scrunching her nose as she studies my face and the damage she created. Then, she flips the knife in her hand, holding it with her fist. She snaps, cutting me all over my face, deep enough to cause me to convulse as the chair rocks back and forth.
AJ places his hand on the top of it to keep it steady.
Georgia takes in the sight of her handiwork, smiling evilly with contentment.
She shifts her weight to her right foot, so Marley can get a clear view of me.
Marley, overwhelmed by despair, sobs wrack her body as tears spill endlessly down her mascara-streaked face.
“Hush, this is the best part.” Georgia raises her hand and casually waves it at Marley. I’m growing light-headed from the blood loss, and my head lolls in circles.
Georgia pulls her skirt up to under her breasts. “Now, I’m going to ride your cock,” she whispers in my ear with a wild smile painted on her face.
AJ slides around to the front of us, behind Georgia.
She takes hold of my flaccid dick, and I seize up, repulsed by the possibility of having to fuck this psychotic sadist.
How am I possibly going to get hard for her? With the state I’m in, blood falling down my face with Marley restrained in front of me, it’s going to be impossible.
My head falls back, and I howl with laughter at the mere thought of this even happening.
She points the tip of her knife, finding a spot between the ropes and digging it into my chest enough to leave a scar.
“You’ll do it, or I’ll fuck your girlfriend with this.” She takes the knife out, dangling it in my face.
Horror ties a thick rope around my chest, crushing it at the unbearable idea of it.
Then, Georgia hands the knife over to AJ.