“N-no,” I croak, my gaze catching on the knife clutched in his hand.
“Did you let him touch you?” he roars, pressing the tip against Jace’s abdomen.
I vehemently shake my head. “I promise it’s not what you think!”
Sandman nods at the man holding Jace, and he loosens his grip. “What the fuck were you doing with my property?”
“W-we were r-rehearsing f-for the school m-musical,” Jace stammers, his amber eyes filled with stark terror. “I swear on my father’s life, I didn’t know she belonged to you. I would never disrespect you like that.”
“Are there any kissing scenes between you and my property in this musical?”
“Y-yeah, b-but it’s… it’s just acting.”
“Acting or not, that’s a death sentence, boy,” Sandman growls. “No one touches what’s mine and walks away.”
“Please believe me,” Jace pleads, beginning to cry now. “I would’ve never agreed to play the male lead had I known Zilphia was yours.”
“I believe you, but unfortunately, I have to make an example out of you.” Sandman viciously slices into Jace’s top lip.
His anguished howls reverberate through the night.
“Oh God!” I scream at the top of my lungs. “Sandman, please stop! He didn’t do anything!”
Surprisingly, he does, leaving Jace’s lip half dangling. I recoil at the gruesome sight, sick to my stomach. I’m afraid he’s going to bleed out; there’s just so much blood.
Please don’t die.
“Crawl to me,” Sandman demands, his wild gaze piercing through me.
I comply without question, for Jace’s sake as well as my own.
“Choke on my dick,” he orders when I reach him.
“Please, Sandman,” I sob, moving to my knees. “Not here.”
Not in front of all these people.
“Zilphia, this isn’t a negotiation.” He coasts the knife’s bloody edge down my cheek. “I will fucking gut him and make you wear his entrails around your neck.”
I undo his jeans and free his long erection, resigned to my fate.Tears of shame flow as I take him into my mouth. He’s warm and silky on my tongue. I cry harder, hearing the whistles and vulgar commentary from our avid audience.
“Deeper, goddamn it,” Sandman rasps, tangling a hand in my hair. “I want your throat squeezing my cock.”
I slurp his veiny length in deep, long pulls, forcing the broad head past my tonsils. I gag, my eyes watering and nose running, struggling to breathe.
“Fuck yeah… that’s it,” Sandman murmurs, rocking his hips. “Make it wetter… shit.” He bucks wildly into my mouth, releasing his thick, salty load down my throat. “Swallow. Don’t waste a single drop,” he grunts, thrusting until his balls are empty.
Sandman pulls back and sheathes his knife at his hip, then he’s hovering above me, roughly tearing off my shorts and panties, leaving me bare for all to see. “Spread your legs.”
He’s going to take my virginity and give our audience the ultimate grand finale. I let my thighs fall open, waiting for him to descend on me and complete my humiliation, but he doesn’t. To my horror, he stands and aims his length between my thighs. Then he urinates,markingme for all to see.
“Let it be known that Zilphia Kensley belongs to me!” Sandman shouts to the crowd, stuffing his length back into his jeans. “Any man who so much as looks in her direction will answer to me.” He turns in a wide circle, silently challenging his brethren. No one steps forward. “We’re done here.”
The crowd disperses, hopping onto their motorcycles and speeding into the pitch-black night. I remain sprawled on the ground, the monster’s piss cooling between my legs.
Sandman levels his stony gaze on Jace. “Talk to her again and it’s on sight.”
With that proclamation, the bear man drags my mangled classmate away and flings his limp body into the back of a black van. I’m assuming the same black van that transported us here. Wherever here is. I spot a large warehouse in the distance, but nothing else.
