There are no windows, strobe lights that never go off, a rolling cart, a hose behind Marley, and only one door out.
My insides contract in panic as she comes into focus.
With a scratchy voice, I call out her name. “Mar! Marley, please, wake up. Come on, Mar.” A sob catches in my throat as I strain myself to reach her.
Disheveled, she moves to sit up, only her head propping up, watching as she gives in to the acknowledgment that she is powerless.
Quivering, she asks, “What do you think they are planning next for us?”
My stomach falls at her forwardness and the uneasiness of the unknown.
“Don’t worry about that, Mar. Clear your mind so we can come up with a game plan.” I lie to her through my teeth, doing so to try to soothe her.
Tensing my jaw, I yank as hard as I can against the rope constricting me to no avail. Drops of sweat pour down me as Marley’s eyes glint with unshed tears.
I feel nothing but blinding panic in this moment, my skin searing with the failure to break free of this fucking nightmare.
Marley’s eyes go scarily vacant as she flings her head back and begins ramming her skull against the chair repeatedly.
“Marley! Please, calm down; just stop. You’re going to give yourself a concussion.”
“At least my mind could float away from this wretched place,” she shrieks, spit flying from her mouth.
Before I know it, the door flies open, and I stiffen under layers of tension. Pins and needles creep through my hands and feet from the lack of circulation.
AJ and Georgia stroll in, leering at us like the most demented couple on the planet. Georgia swings a hunting knife in my direction, narrowly missing my face. AJ turns around and hastily shuts the door.
Viciously smiling at me, Georgia lifts her skirt, showing me her pussy.
“It’s my turn to fuck my toy today.” She strokes the knife over my knees.
Straddling me so that her pussy makes contact with my soft dick, she grinds herself on it in circles.
The knife gleams as it nears my face. Frightened, I instinctively rear my head back as far away from her as I can.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she tuts, shaking her head.
Behind her, AJ has his dick hanging out, stroking it with his hand. “Oh, baby, I love the unhinged side of you,” he growls, deep with lust.
Bouncing up and down on me, her mouth twists into a smirk, and she skims the side of the knife down my face, laughing with malice in her eyes. Without warning, she drags the knife back and slashes my cheek right below my cheekbone. I shout out. Blood oozes out, spilling down my face over the ropes on my chest.
Marley shrilly yells, “Stop it! Get the hell away from him.” She flails in her chair.
Georgia arches her head back, using her other hand to grip onto my shoulder to balance herself.
“Fill my needy, wet cunt,” she demands as she looks at me with a sick desire. She straightens her posture, her chest grazing mine. My face is filled with revulsion.
AJ is now behind me, and he rips off her shirt; she’s not wearing a bra, and her tits spring free.
“That’s it, baby.” He seizes one of her breasts, and she moans and licks the top of his hand.
Peering up at him with big, round eyes, she brushes the knife against her cheek and specks of blood stick to her face.
Then, she spins her tongue over the tip of the knife, extending her tongue all the way out. She proceeds to press the blade into her mouth, her attention glued to AJ, as if she’s bewitched by him. She must hit the back of her throat because she stops, then closes her eyes, whimpering as she steadily takes it out, sucking it clean.
I’m stricken by these ruthless and cutthroat people.
AJ’s breath hitches, and I can hear him letting up on stroking his dick, as if waiting for some kind of finale.
