“Who are you?” I asked, finally getting my eyes to work. He was still blurry.
“Oh, your worst nightmare,” he grinned. His white teeth shone in the dull hallway light that penetrated the doorway. “Your sitters sure put up a good fight. And you’re drugged, aren’t you? Makes this so much easier.”
“What are you doing?” I asked, my words slurred as he pulled the blanket away from my body. Instantly, goosebumps covered me from head to toe.
“Taking my payment,” he said. “I’m so gonna enjoy this.”
“No, please,” I begged, trying to pull my legs up. My weak strength was nothing compared to his.
He pulled my legs back down in one rough grip, a dark grumble flowing from his lips. I had no fight in me as he pulled down my pants and underwear. A second later, his were pulled down enough and he crawled on top of me.
His weight held my body down. I had no space to wiggle against him. I had nothing of leverage as he took my hands and tied them above my head with some sort of plastic.
“Please…” I cried, tears falling.
“Shut up, whore,” he ground out. I felt his dick come to life as I tried to struggle under him. His jeans rubbed my thighs as he wedged himself between my legs.
He didn’t give me a chance to do anything before he shoved his hard dick into me. The sting caused me to cry out too loud, he placed a hand over my mouth.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love a girl who screams, but I can’t have you causing a scene just yet.”
He thrust in and out, hurried. His pelvis jerked my head against the headboard and black dots flashed in my eyes.
Oh god. Oh fucking god.
They promised no one would hurt me here. They promised I wouldn’t have to go through this again. Where were they?
“So fucking tight. Alan was right,” the man grunted as he thrust faster and faster. I turned my head away, letting any tiny hope that I was gaining disappear from me as something wet began to trickle out of me. It was warm, sticky.
“Fuck. You’re so wet for me,” he grunted, ramming harder into with each thrust. With every movement, the pain radiated inside me in places I had never known to hurt like this.
He froze, losing his seed deep into me with one final hard thrust. He stayed there as his dick softened, catching his breath.
“That was amazing,” he panted, placing a wet, sloppy kiss on my cheek before he pulled out. In the next breath, something sharp stabbed me on my side. I screamed, twisting away from the pain. His blissful laugh filled my room before a gunshot rang out, causing my ears to ring.
My temple throbbed in tune with my pulse. My eyes felt heavy, as if they were duct taped closed. My mouth was dry as a desert. My arms were pinned above my head, my feet were free but heavy as cement.
I was dying.
Blood from some unidentified part of my body seeped out, warming my back in its liquid redness.
This was it. This was the end.
“Fuck! Scarlett! Get Collin, now!”
“Please, stay with me, sweet girl. Stay with me,” Zevon said, pressing on the seeping wound.
“Zev…” I muttered, reaching out for his hand. “Let me die.”
Beeping. Voices. Shuffling. More beeping. Yelling. Everything mixed into one as time went on. I had no clue how much time passed. I was floating, or at least that’s what it felt like. My body was moved. Someone worked to stop the bleeding. My clothes were changed.
Everything blended into one. The only constant was the beeping somewhere close by. None of the voices made any sense. Someone would whisper in my ear, the words sounding as though I were under water.
Every once in a while, when I felt like I was going to finally reach the end of the rope that kept me tethered, I’d be brought back by a warm touch on my hand or my cheek.
Hours seemed like days. Days seemed like years. Time held no meaning. I just wanted it all to end. Just make it all end once and for all.Please.
“Come on,” Dominic’s voice reached me. I think it was his hand on my cheek, grounding me to the here and now this time. “Please, Scarlett. You gotta wake up.”
