Page 58 of Spin the Damn Bottle

No, no, no.

They didn't take me to rape me, as I first worried. Martin lost his father and he wants mine to pay for it. He wants to kill me.

“We should just kill her now.” Martin says, confirming my fear.

Tears fall along my cheeks. I purposely keep my eyes on Christoph, firstly because he's the one holding the gun, but also because he's my best hope. I don't think he wants to kill me—at least, he doesn't just want to kill me. Chris is obsessed with fucking me, probably because I didn't immediately spread my legs when he asked.

I can try to play on that, buy some time. One more second, one minute, maybe an hour.

Jason is going to find me. He is. I have to believe that. "Don't let him hurt me, please," I cry. "Please. I'll do anything, anything."

Christoph's blue eyes light as he smirks. "Anything, hm?" He lowers the barrel to my mouth, pushing it past my lips. "You offering me your pussy, Nadia? Tut, tut. Such a slut. What would your prince charming think?"

Hot humiliation makes me cry harder.

"Come on, Billington, get it over with," Martin seethes.

He considers it and I just sit there, completely still, hoping and hoping these aren't my last seconds."Nah, I don't think so. I want to play with her first."

Martin scoffs. “That would be downright stupid. There would be DNA proof then.”

“Not if I wrap it up. Or we can always come on her and hose her down. Besides,” Christoph adds, “there won’t be anything left after we dump her in the lake.”

They're so fucking casual, I would bet this isn't their first time hurting…no,killinga woman. They've done it before, and they're going to do it to me.

“Fine,” Martin allows.

Fuck them. Fuck them both.

My eyes are still shut, but I can hear Christoph unzipping his pants. He removes the gun out of my mouth, only to replace it with something just as thin and short: his hard cock.

I want to bite it off.

"Make it good and I'll make sure your last moments don't hurt, pretty girl." He pushes forward, choking me.

Another cock comes into vision, Martin standing next to Christoph. He might have preferred killing me right away, but he isn't against getting his rocks off either.

I take it in my hand, disgusted and so fucking afraid.

Another second, and another one. I just want to survive this, one moment at a time.

Christoph works his way in and out of my mouth, pushing too far and fast. I gargle and slobber all over him, but he doesn't seem to mind."What a good fucking whore you are. Alden trained you well. You would have made out like a queen in the Heritage if you'd only known your fucking place." Each word is punctuated with more assault. Christoph finishes in my mouth and get to his knees, putting the gun down to spread my thighs.

Even though everything in me wants me to fight back, I don't. I do nothing. I can't risk him changing his mind and pulling the trigger. This is all about survival.

How can I survive? Not by waiting for a prince charming, that's for sure. I trust Jasonislooking for me. I just don't know how long he'll take and I can't afford to wait.

I glance at the gun and close my eyes, still pumping Martin's disgusting member. My other hand is free. It's not that far, and Christoph is too busy tearing my clothes off to pay attention to it.

He'll have to undo my bonds on at least one leg, if he wants to fuck me—I can almost feel it.

I wait patiently, letting him touch me, lowering his mouth to me to try to get me wet. When he doesn't manage to, he spits on his condom-covered small cock and presents it at my entrance. The angle isn't working, and with both of my legs bound, he can't move me much. As I expect him to, he takes the knife from his back pocket and cuts off the rope between my feet, just as Martin tries to press his cock against my mouth.

I bite down hard. "What the fuck! Bitch." Martin slaps my face, but I don't even let the pain register.

I wrap my bare legs around Christoph to keep him in position, like my martial arts teacher showed me a decade ago, and then I sink my teeth into his nose, biting so hard that he bleeds. He screams and tries to get free, but I keep my position firm and grab the gun. I point it at Christoph first, remove the safety, and shoot without hesitation.

Martin pulls a piece concealed in his back pocket and points it at me just as I redirect the barrel toward him.