“Oof, would you look at that, Alf? Perky tits and enough to fill your hands,” guy number two says––so now I have one of the fucker’s names to add to my last memories. Wonderful.
“Please don’t do this,” I manage to say, realising that I actually can fucking speak, and my mouth hasn’t been taped or gagged. The shock must have rendered me speechless, but I need to try and appeal to these guys somehow. “If you let me go, I’ll make sure Nate leaves you both alone. He won’t come after you, I promise.”
They both stare down at me for a second before bursting into laughter.
“Oh, man, you may be pretty, but you have no fucking brains,” Alf says, dick still in hand. “There is no way that Nate would let us go. We know who he is, and we’re going to enjoy fucking his tight wife before we disappear from here for good. We’re not sticking around for him to find us, but you… well, you were just too good an opportunity to pass up.”
Alf licks his lips and starts moving his hand up and down as guy number two––whose name I still don’t know––starts to unbutton my jeans. I twist and turn from side to side as much as I can, but when he pulls a knife from under the bed and holds it to my pussy, I stop.
My body freezes as he runs the knife down the zip.
“That’s better,” he says with a smirk as Alf grunts on the other side of me.
I swallow down more bile and fix my eyes on the ceiling. I need to zone out, make myself numb while they defile my body. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to feel.
I cast my mind back to the first time I met Nate. How I thought he was hot, how I thought he was sexy despite being a bad man––or so I was led to believe. Because he’s not all bad. And yeah, he may only show his softer side to me, but that was all I needed to fall hard and fast, even if I did deny my attraction to him for months.
Tears stream down my cheeks and I cry silently as I feel my jeans being tugged.
I think about the time that Nate first made love to me. How he caressed me, touching me so gently as if I would break. How his mouth made me forget everything else.
My heart aches as I think about not being with him again. Not holding him. Not having him pull me close. Not feeling his lips on mine.
The tears come faster; my cheeks drenched with my turmoil.
I should have told him that I loved him sooner.
He’s the only person in the world that has ever shown me true love, and for that, I will always have the memory of being the centre of someone’s world.
“I can’t get these off of her,” guy number two says as I tune back in, feeling the tugging on my jeans stop.
“Uncuff her then. I’m ready to stick my dick in her,” Alf says, but I don’t look at him and his manky dick. I can’t. It’s just too gross for words.
“Fuck’s sake,” the other guy grumbles, and then I feel him place his hand on my ankle. He’s unlocking the cuffs? Oh my God, he’s unlocking the cuffs! It may only be the ones securing my legs in place, but my brain goes back into survival mode as I realise what I can do to buy myself some more time––even if it will only be minutes. Thank fuck for tight skinny jeans.
I wait, I bide my time, and when the fucker thinks I’m not going to react, I swing my right foot around and kick him straight in the dick, as hard as I can.
He shouts out loud and drops to his knees, his cheeks puffed out, his face red and his eyes watering.
“You fucking––” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because he slumps to the floor and passes out.
Oh my God.
“You bitch,” Alf says, and I don’t have time to process what is happening as he jumps on top of me, his dick on display and threatening to touch my skin as he leans over and slaps me across the face. Once, twice, three times. The force of each hit has my head feeling dizzy, the pain blasting through my face, but I clench my teeth and take another hit. I won’t beg this asshole to let me go because I know he won’t.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he snarls. He grabs his dick again and starts to shuffle up me. “I’m going to come all over your pretty face and then I’m going to stick it in you before he wakes up and disfigures you… pussy and face.”
And as he starts to pump himself again, I scream out loud. It’s all I have left to do. I can’t move because he’s too heavy. I can’t escape because I’m still cuffed. All I have is my voice, even if it won’t help me.
“GET OFF OF ME,” I shout again and again and again.
“Shouting won’t help you, but I kinda like it. Makes me feel like I’ve worked for my reward,” Alf says, a sadistic grin on his face. Jesus, he gets off on this?
His body shudders and he closes his eyes. And just when I hear his breathing change, everything goes silent, and he collapses forwards on me before rolling off to the side and landing on the floor.
My brain frantically tries to work out what just happened, but when I look around the room and see Nate stood on the bottom step, I let out a cry of relief.
He made it.