Chapter Seventeen
Olivia
“Fuck,” I growl as he slams into my ass.
Miguel has me stripped naked in a cold basement.
I am bent over a table with my wrists bound with rope and my ankles tied to the legs of the table.
He has a tight grip on my wrist as he takes my ass.
Jett is stripped naked also, chained to the wall on the other side of the room.
He looks partly terrified, and partly murderous. I know seeing me like this is heartbreaking, and the reality of the situation is sinking in, but so is the rage. Miguel really shouldn’t turn his back on Jett if they take those chains off him.
“You’re mine,” Miguel growls, hammering into me.
“God, you’re fucking annoying,” I grunt.
The thing about devastation is that once you know peace, terror turns to annoyance real fucking fast. I know this is a horrible situation, but I am so goddamn annoyed by all of this.
I had peace. I finally had some fucking peace, and they fucked it all up.
Maybe knowing I’d be here one day has helped prepare me, but these fuckers should have taken me long before I grew a backbone.
“I could fucking kill you right now, whore,” he growls, grabbing me by the hair and yanking my head back so he can hold a knife to my throat as he fucks my ass.
“Do it then, pussy!” I scream. He growls and slams into me harder, forcing another grunt from me. We both know he won’t do it because he can get too much money out of me to let himself lose his temper and kill me.
Miguel groans as he finishes and steps back. I drop my head down to the table as my belly throbs in pain. Even with a normal-sized dick and lube, that fucking hurts. I can’t imagine how painful it would be with a dick like Bodhi’s. Christ, now that would be devastating.
When we ended up off the road, they kept shooting at us to keep us down, but then they grabbed us out of the car.
We were then shoved into the very back of an SUV together, and we drove for about thirty minutes.
It gave me enough time to calm down at least. We were brought into this strip club and taken down to a basement where Miguel promptly came in and had his men strip us.
Now I am here, tied to a table with trafficker come dripping out of my ass. Lucky me.
“Get up,” Miguel snaps. I lean my head up, and two men are pulling Jett up from the ground. He keeps his eyes on me, but they turn him so he will look at Miguel.
I watch as a man sets up a camera pointed at the cot in the corner as another man unties me. What the fuck is going on? I don’t fight them as I am shoved toward the cot and made to sit.
“Here’s the deal, Jett,” Miguel says. “You aren’t who I planned on, but you’ll do fine. I think the viewers will have just as good a time watching you rape her as her little boyfriend.”
“You’re fucking sick,” Jett growls.
“Sick pays well,” Miguel muses. “Either you go over there and fuck her, or I’ll have my men come in and take her one by one until someone buys her. Choose.”
“You can’t just make me…”
“I can!” Miguel screams, but then lowers his voice. “And I will… Now… Pick. You, or my men.”
Jett glances past Miguel, and he looks panicked when his eyes meet mine. I nod once, trying to tell him not to get himself killed. If he doesn’t, they will fucking kill him right here.
“Fine,” Jett growls.
“Good boy. Lay on the table,” he says, motioning to a man by the stairs. That man walks up but returns a few seconds later with a woman. She keeps her head down as she walks over with a small silver tray. Jett hesitates, but lays on the table.
“Whoa. What the fuck is that?” Jett asks, trying not to let himself jump up when he sees the needle.
“To make sure the viewers have a good time,” Miguel says with a smirk.
The woman glances up at Miguel, and he nods at her.
I wince when she shoves the needle into the base of his dick, injecting a mystery solution into him.
One of the men forces Jett’s mouth open and shoves something under his tongue.
It looked like a few different types of pills, maybe. I don’t know.
As the woman steps back and bows her head to Miguel, Jett bangs his head back against the table when he starts to get hard.
Dear God, he’s as big as Bodhi… Soft, he was big, but this… This I will feel in the morning…
Great. My ass already hurts, and somehow my brain decides now is the perfect time to remember Bodhi.
“You have five minutes to be inside of her, or I cut it off and shove it down her throat,” Miguel says before walking out of the basement. His men follow, but Jett doesn’t move.
“Jett,” I say, but he doesn’t answer. I see the red light on, so I need him to come over here. “Jett, get the fuck over here.”
He lifts his head and looks at me, but groans and drops his head again. A few seconds pass, and he forces himself to walk over to me. He sits at the opposite end of the cot, so I move to kneel next to him with my back to the camera.
“Jett, look at me,” I say quietly.
“I can’t,” he says, his voice breaking.
“You have to,” I say. “He does what he says he will.”
“I can’t hurt you,” he says again, looking up at me. “Liv… I…”
“You aren’t forcing me, Jett. This is you and me. Okay? We get out of this together. Okay?” I whisper as quietly as I can.
“Fuck, my head is spinning,” he sighs. “What the fuck did they give me?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “But I am right here. Okay?”
“They’re filming.” Jett glances up at the camera and then at me. “They want to film me raping you.”
“It’s probably live-streamed to the dark web,” I say. “Jason’s done it to me before. Jett, hun…”
“I’m sorry,” he says, turning his body to me. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. I promise,” I say, backing up a bit when he moves closer. I am trying hard not to move too quickly and freak him out. God knows what they gave him. I remember once they gave a guy a mix of ecstasy and cocaine with that injection, and that man assaulted me for an hour straight.
Jett slowly moves close to me while trying not to cry.
He places his hands to either side of my head as he kneels between my thighs.
My entire body is shaking, but I’m trying to make it stop.
I hate that he can see how nervous I am.
I’m trying to just breathe, but it’s hard.
I am nowhere near ready, and this is going to fucking hurt if he fucks me dry.
“It’s okay. You’re okay,” I say, my voice breaking. He gives me the saddest smile I’ve ever seen, and his thumb brushes my cheek.
“Liv,” he says softly. “Look at me.”
“I’m trying,” I choke out. I am gripping his biceps, trying to chill the fuck out.
“We’ve got this,” he reminds me.
“I’m trying,” I repeat, trying to slow my breathing.
“I know,” he says. My fingers are digging into his arms hard enough that it should hurt, but he never asks me to let go. “Just you and me, remember?”
“Yeah,” I say, reminding myself that I am safe with Jett. “You and me.”
When my body relaxes, he gently presses against me. I appreciate that he isn’t just ramming into me, but I know the mix of drugs is making him struggle with that control.
“Ready?” he asks me, delaying the inevitable. I nod tearfully, and he drops his forehead to mine.
Jett slowly pushes into me, and I whimper in pain as he buries deeper. I try so hard to keep it together, but the pain stabs deep into my belly as he stretches my body. “I’m sorry,” he grunts. “I’m so sorry.”
“FuckFuckFuck,” I cry. I try to breathe, but I can’t. He's slowly rocking his hips, and it feels like I’m being gutted.
“Goddamnit, I can’t,” he grunts and pulls out of me.
“Wait. Jett,” I say, but he moves me to my belly and pulls my hips up so my chest stays on the cot.
I am about to panic, thinking he is about to shove into my ass, but he doesn’t.
He pauses for a moment, and I realize that he is using Miguel’s assault to his advantage.
I don’t even want to consider how repulsive it is that he is waiting for it, but when he pushes back into me, there is less resistance, and my body can relax a bit.
Jett reaches around my body and starts rubbing my clit as he forces himself deeper, and right away I realize that he is trying to cause me less pain. It only takes a moment for my body to respond, and he’s able to start rocking his hips.
“Fuck,” he growls when we hear the basement door open.
“If you stop, I’ll make you fuck her dead body instead,” Miguel says. “Rico, get over there and fuck her throat.”
A man grabs me by the hair and pulls me up to my hands before forcing his dick into my mouth.
I gag violently as he starts to attack my throat, and Jett quickens his thrusts as he loses control of himself.
The man down my throat grunts as he takes my mouth, and it’s a mind fuck of a combination.
I am half moaning and half screaming as Jett violently fucks me, all while trying not to vomit as the man in my mouth starts to come.
“Swallow, bitch,” he growls, slapping me across the face.
I try. I really do, but it’s fucking rancid.
I start retching immediately, and another man manages to get a trash can in front of me as I start to vomit.
The moment I stop, fire slices across my back when Miguel hits me as hard as he can with a thin metal rod.
I scream and collapse onto my chest. He keeps hitting me over and over, and Jett falters, but then I get hit harder.
The harder Jett fucks me, the less Miguel hits me.
By the time Miguel stops, I am sobbing, and Jett is fucking me so hard that it has me clawing at the cot as I scream in pain.
Jett is growling and grunting, but his hands on my hips never tighten.
He holds me as gently as he can, but doesn’t let me get away when I instinctively try to evade his thrusts.
His fingers don’t dig into me, and it’s a reminder that he doesn’t want this any more than I do.