"Fuck, Giannnnnnaaaaa."
There's a chorus of laughter as we wait for him to cease his movements, and Rhodes moves away first, Jackson's cum shining in his hand as he raises it to show us, as if anyone wants to see that shit.
There's a squelching sound and a scream as Jackson removes his hand from inside of her. I watch Gianna's fingers dig into the dirt, looking for something to grab hold of. But there's nothing, and the fun is over.
It's time to get her off the ground and get out of here.
She seems lighter as I lift her into my arms this time, like she gave it her all tonight. I'm so damn proud of her, but not as proud as I'll be when I pass her the next time we're in class together and I think about how her body clenched around me,relive every filthy moment of this night, imagine her desperate little sounds.
She's limp, too, unable to move. I wonder if that's from the cold or the GHB. I’ve never date-raped anyone before, but I like the way she took us all so well. If it had been just her and I, we would have had so much more time together. Maybe we can get a re-do soon.
"Help me lift her up." I command, hefting her away from my body. Rhodes grabs her beneath the arm, draping one over the stake before Toby moves in with the rope. He secures her quickly, weaving it along her left arm before walking around her back to do the other side.
When he's done, I drop her weight slowly, testing whether his bondage is secure enough to keep her in place.
Her feet don't reach anywhere near the ground, and there's no need to secure them. She won't be able to get enough strength to drag her arms free, anyway.
Her head drops forward onto her chest, so I squat down just enough so she can see me.
"Thanks for a hell of a night, New Girl."
Her eyes are glassy, the icy blue colder than ever as she stares at me without really seeing. She's fucking cooked.
It'll be a miracle if she remembers any of tonight in the morning.
I grab the hat that slipped onto the ground when I let the scarecrow drop and fix it over her head before stepping back to appraise the scene.
Now, she's fucking perfect.
Jackson, apparently, disagrees, because he makes a sound of discontent before turning to stalk to the edge of the clearing.
When he comes back, he's shucking a cob of corn, peeling back the tough exterior without ripping it off, so that it forms a sort of carcass attached to the end. Part of me wants to ask what he'sdoing, but it doesn't take a genius to figure it out once his sly smirk spreads.
He slips it between her thighs easily, and she makes no sound as he inserts it deep inside of her, so that all that sticks out is the husk.
When he steps away, I decide he's a sick bastard, but he's also right.
Nowshe's fucking perfect.
Chapter 6
Theblareofmyalarm wakes me with a start. It's so shocking that I slap my phone, knocking it onto the ground where it clatters onto the hardwood before it slides beneath my bed.
The air in my room is cold. It's the first thing I notice when I'm done being startled to death.
Drawing the blanket up higher, I glance around, half expecting to see snow drifting outside the window. Instead, the latch is popped, and the window is completely open, letting the bitter cold in.
I guess the wind was brutal enough to force it open. Snow will be falling by this time next week, I guarantee it.
Using my blanket as a cloak, I hurry to the window, prepared to snap it back in place. Old farmhouses like mine are poorly insulated to begin with, and once the chill gets in, it doesn't leave.
Unfortunately, the latch is completely broken, so all I can do is fix the window in place and hope that the wind doesn’t pick up again before Dad can get someone out here to fix it.
Sighing my frustration, I decide to get a hot shower. If I gather my clothes and dress in the warm bathroom, I should warm up quickly, and that's exactly what I do.
I gather my clothing, tucking it against my chest, before dropping to my knees in search of the phone I abandoned when it woke me up screaming.
It's not far under the bed; I can see the glow of it, but I can't reach it without lying flat on my stomach.
