“Because you wouldn’t make it through seven minutes of torture, sweetheart. You barely survived your fight with Peter and Kush. A fight you’re still healing from,” he said motioning to my body where I glanced down to see the yellow bruises on my abdomen.Weak. They’re raping you because you’re fucking weak.“And, it’s how the jefes voted. We agreed to let you join with the stipulation that the flesh you owed would be through seven men, not seven minutes of torture.”
Carlos stood, my hand falling numbly to my side. I clamped my thighs together as a last-ditch effort of self-preservation.
Carlos began unbuckling his belt and then his pants. I closed my eyes at the sound of his zipper and counted backwards from one hundred.
“On your knees, Shiloh,” he ordered, making me flinch.
I shakily made my way to the floor, keeping my eyes shut. I locked my jaw as his hand pinched my cheeks.
“Eyes on me.”
This or death. This or death. This or death.
The chant was on repeat as I slowly opened my eyes, ignoring his erection, and meeting his gaze. “Open.”
It took me a moment to release the tension from my jaw, but as soon as my lips parted, he forced his way into my mouth,hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. Tears burned my eyes, and I welcomed the distraction, letting my eyes flood and spill over until I could feel my eyelids throb. Soon they’d be swollen shut, and I wouldn’t have to watch his face contort with exertion and lust as he continued to assault my mouth. I had to steady myself, my hands pressed against his thighs. He went so deep I couldn’t breathe and instinctively tried to pull back.
“No, you don’t,” he gritted out, grabbing me by the hair and forcing me forward until my nose was hitting his pelvis.
It could’ve been minutes or hours but then he was choking me with bitter, warm cum. He finally pulled my mouth from his dick. I coughed and gasped for air, gagging at the lingering taste in my mouth. Carlos stood there breathing heavily, his eyes closed as he came down from his orgasm, hand still firmly gripping the back of my head by my hair.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
He wiped the tears from my face, my vision distorted but not yet fully gone. I could feel the swelling beginning, and I knew I didn’t have much time before I was completely blind. I didn’t know if it was better or worse—not having their faces etched in my mind or not knowing what they were going to do next.
“Julian.”
Carlos’s hand left my hair, and I swayed, tensing my muscles to hold myself steady.
Footsteps and the beating of my pulse in my ears were all I could hear as my eyes became impossible to open.
“What’s wrong with her face?” Julian asked, his voice deep and gravely, like he smoked.
“Ah, it happens when she cries. Don’t worry, she’s more than capable of completing her initiation,” Carlos explained.
The man grunted in response before I felt his presence in front of me. Hands on my hips, lifted me into the air until my ass met something soft and solid. The pool table.
“Lie down.”
I bit my tongue, knowing that silence was the best course of action, and did as I was told. I could hear them whispering to each other, probably commenting on my ugliness. I flinched when something was placed between my breasts.
I swallowed, my mind trying to figure out what he’d put on my body. Suddenly his hot breath was against my stomach, and I realized it was drugs. He snorted it from between my breasts. He sighed, sniffing a few times before his tongue lapped the skin where the drugs had been.
“You want me to make you feel better?”
I was shocked by the question but didn’t give myself time to think before nodding yes. I knew what he was really asking—if I wanted a hit of drugs. If I had to endure being raped by seven men then I wanted my mind to be elsewhere. Wanted to forget that I didn’t want this, forget that I was giving them permission to defile me.
“It’s my special blend. You’ll feel like you’re in heaven in a matter of minutes, I promise.”
“What’s in it?” Carlos asked.
Julian chuckled. “You annoying bastard. It’s just a nice little mix of party drugs. It’s not gonna hurt her.”
I felt his body leaning over mine. My cheek was met with the warmth of an unmistakable body part. I released a shaky breath through my nose before hesitantly opening my mouth.
“Not like a Chipileta,” he chuckled darkly, several of the other men joining in his laughter. “It’s a bump, cariño. Do you know how to do that?”
I shuddered at his words and nodded. I would never be able to eat that candy again. I closed my mouth and leaned up onto my elbow before I felt his hard dick brush the underside of my nose and cover my mouth. I closed one nostril, the movement familiar from the number of times I’d seen my dad and hisfriends do drugs. The powder burned and stuck to the back of my throat. I pulled back to cough, rubbing my nose as if it would help.
