I retreat, stopping when the shelf hits my back. There’s a flash of victory on his face, as he watches the rising fear and unease wash over me. He takes a step, moving closer until I can feel the heat radiating off of him. The feather light brush of his knuckles trails over my cheek. I flinch.
“Oh, I disagree,” he purrs.
The bald guy chuckles darkly. The blonde one grins. The creepy motherfuckers. The leader fully enters my personal space, crowding me against the display. His hand moves lower, lingering near my neck.
“Is this the part where you scare me into giving you what you want?” I somehow manage to glare at him without trembling. I don’t know what magic hat I pulled that from, maybe it’s the adrenaline.
He grins at my false bravado, his fingers wrap around my throat. “Oh, I intend to do more than scare you,” he threatens. “I think you need a lesson in obedience.”
Reaching behind me, I pick up a large amethyst and swing, bringing it down on his head. A hiss of pain escapes him as it connects, the blow landing with a thunk. He reels back from the unexpected impact. The lackeys let out startled sounds, equally surprised at my audacity.
“You little—” He clutches the spot where his scalp is busted open, blood trickling down his shirt. His eyes narrow at me and he steps forward. But I’m already moving. I take off to the stockroom leading to the back alley, managing to dodge them. A string of curses and loud footsteps booming behind me. I run the second I feel the outside air. I’m out of shape and wearing flip-flops; these men obviously work out regularly. I know this is a long shot. That doesn’t stop me from trying to avoid being subjected to whatever plans they have in mind.
They catch up to me, their long legs eating up the distance between us. My arm twists painfully as I’m yanked backwards, slamming into a hard chest. The other man catches up, pinning me between them. The leader saunters over, nursing his head with a feral gleam in his eyes.
“I’ll give you credit. You’ve got fire, but don’t think you’ve won anything,” he snarls. “In fact, I hope you like it rough, because you’re going to pay for that. And I have plenty of ideas how.”
I kick, scratch, and push. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t get free. The sun is starting to go down and this part of the alley is cloaked in shadows. There’s a dumpster blocking the view from the street. They grunt when my nails find purchase. I open my mouth to scream and the leader’s palm clamps down on it before I can, cutting off the sound. An arm squeezes around my midsection painfully.
“That’s enough of that,” he warns. “You’ve been quite the handful. It’s time I taught you some manners. Boys, hold her steady.”
Pinning my arms and legs, they prevent me from kicking as they shove me against the wall.
“Much better,” he mutters. “Now then, let’s teach you a lesson about respect, shall we?” His hot breath wafts over the shell of my ear. “Now be a good little hellcat and hold still. This is gonna hurt.”
His free hand squishes my breast painfully. I feel revulsion travel up my throat. The men holding me chuckle. I swallow as I realize the full extent of my situation. I internally beg someone to exit one of the neighboring businesses. I meet his dark black gaze and the sadistic gleam in it sends an icy cold chill down my spine.
In a final act of defiance, I bite down hard enough to draw blood, tasting copper. The movement throws them off balanceand they let go of one of my arms. I growl and swing as hard as I can, punching the bald guy in the jaw. The impact resonates up my arm. I’ve never hit anyone before. And fuck, does that hurt. He swears but doesn’t budge. My arm is wrenched behind me so hard I’m afraid my shoulder is going to dislocate and I cry out.
The leader growls, holding his injured hand. “That was a stupid move.”
In a flash, he’s on me again, grabbing the front of my dress. The sound of the material ripping fills the air around us. He shreds off a piece of fabric and jams it into my mouth. The rest of it falls to the ground around my feet. I whimper and tears hit my eyes. I’m exposed to them. My insides go cold and my stomach churns.
“Hold up her legs,” he commands.
The others tighten their grip instantly. The harsh brick wall scrapes my back. I let out another pained whimper. My legs are lifted and spread and he reaches down and tears my panties off. My breathing is ragged. My heart hammers madly in my chest and I desperately shake my head. My hair clip falls out and clatters on the ground. He ignores me and unbuckles his belt. The sound of his zipper is loud in the weirdly silent alley. I can’t move, I can’t fight, I can’t scream. All I can do is watch as he pulls his pants down enough to see the hard bulge straining in his underwear. They adjust their stances, holding me tighter, spreading my legs wider.
Closing my eyes, I turn my head to the side. Tears stream down my face. I pray for the nightmare to end. Hoping this is some sick joke of the universe; this isn’t really happening. But it is, and I feel him positioning the blunt head of his cock against me.
The scream that’s ripped from my throat is muffled when he plunges forcefully inside. He lets out a satisfied groan. The wall at my back has a sandpaper effect as I’m raked roughly acrossit. He starts to move, using my hips as leverage he drags me forward to meet him. Every thrust is rough and careless. He drives into me with a savage tempo. The sound of him moving, his grunting, echoes through the alley.
I try to focus on the pain slashing through my back like it’s a lifeline because it’s more mentally bearable than what he is doing to me. Their fingers dig in hard enough to leave bruises. Their voices ring in my ears as they cheer him on. The sickly sweet smell of the garbage mixes with sweat and clogs my nostrils.
“Look at her, she likes it.” The bald one sniffs my hair. “Is she tight?”
“She’s squeezing the hell outta me,” he groans.
“I want a go at her too.” The blonde one breathes out heavily, affected by what he’s seeing.
“Shut the fuck up, I’m not finished yet.”
I want to block them out, the noises, the smell. Despite my best efforts, I’m struggling to compartmentalize the pain and the fear and the revulsion. I attempt to retreat inside my mind where this is only a dream and none of this is happening. It isn't real. But their prodding and taunting keeps drawing me back.
His pace quickens and becomes more intense. Then with a low grunt, his hips jerk. He presses as deep as his small dick will go and he comes inside me. The feeling of warmth spreading up from it makes my stomach lurch. He stays there for a moment before pulling out and stepping back, shoving himself back into his pants. The other two argue about which one gets to go next.
I spit the fabric out and gasp for air. “You can use my store.”
He looks at me, admiring his work. The others readjust to prepare to take their turn when he holds up his hand.
