7
ARIAH
“Let me the fuck out of here, you diseased cunts,” I shout to anyone who’s listening.
I know they’re watching. There’s no way they trapped me in this fucked up room without having cameras on me. I’m not sure how long I’ve been stuck in this dank fucking space.
My vision finally returned to me, and at some point, I was untied from lying on the slab and chained by my ankle to a concrete wall. My gaze surveys the room for the hundred-and-fifth time. A large metal table is sealed to a wall, but no chair accompanies it.Smart. No weapons. There are two examination-like tables in the center of the room, a small bed mat with a flat sterile pillow, and a scratchy blanket. My accommodations have been less than stellar.I’m totally leaving a negative star rating on Yelp.
The only saving grace in this whole fucked situation is knowing my siblings are safe. I know security will have tripled since I was kidnapped. Thomas will have ensured it and Tabitha will make sure Jamie, Ky, and Kellan don’t worry.I need out.
I study the room again, preparing to stand when the sound of a lock turning snaps my attention away from the barren room.
The door pushes open and two men walk in. One of them is holding something.
Shit.It’s a girl.
Long black hair hangs, and a slender arm dangles as they bring her to the examination table on the left and toss her down. I still can’t see her face, but when they walk around the table and begin to strap her in, my pulse starts to race.
They know I’m here. It’s evident when the one with brunette hair swings his muddy-brown gaze in my direction. Smirking, he says, “You’re next.”
What the fuck? Next for what?
Both men are dressed in identical black pants and t-shirts. The one with the jet-black hair pulls something from his back pocket. I can’t tell what it is until the glint of metal exposes the blade. I bite my tongue to prevent the scream building in my throat.
I watch in horror as the man begins to cut the clothes off of the girl. I hope they’re just undressing her to redress her, but I know in my gut that’s not the case long before the knife cuts the band of her bra, exposing her naked breasts.
I turn away, not wanting to be part of her violation. At least, I do until I hear a groaned question. “Wh-where am I?”
My head whips back at the sound of that voice. A voice I’ve grown to hate but would never wish to be here, in this situation, ever.
“Sam?” I croak.
My suspicion of her identity is confirmed when her tear streaked face turns, meeting my stunned gray eyes. Her shrill cries fill the room, and I want to cover my ears and close my eyes as I take in the men stripping out of their clothes.
My stomach is churning at the prospect of what’s to come.
“Don’t you fucking touch her,” I shout, finding whatever courage I can in this fucked up circumstance.
The douche with the crooked nose and hairy ass turns, chuckling, “Do you want to take her place? Because that can be arranged, sweetheart.” I’m sure many women might find his smarmy smile attractive, but the brown-eyed pencil dick can fall into a vat of acid after being tripped for all I care.
Satisfied with my silence, he turns back on a screaming Sam.
“Shut your mouth, you dumb bitch,” the taller one with black hair shouts, slapping her across the cheek at full force, her face snapping in the opposite direction. “The only time I want that mouth open is when it’s stuffed with cock,” he snarls, yanking her head back. She’s dazed, so much that she doesn’t fight when he stands in front of her and jams his dick right in her throat.
I dry heave at the sound of grunting noises and whimpers. I hate the bitch but not this much. No one should ever be subjected to this.
“Nooo!” The shout makes me lift my gaze in time to see the bastard has pulled out of her mouth, but the other fucker has positioned himself over her.
Oh fuck!I can’t watch this. But before I can get my brain and eyes to communicate, hairy ass slams home with such a brutal force, I’m sure he’s broken something.
“Fuck, you stupid bitch,” the man screams as he slams his hand across Samantha’s face. “Bite me again and I’ll knock out all of your teeth,” he growls before his hips piston back in and out of her mouth.
My eyes travel to Sam’s, and hers connect with mine again. I want to shout I’m sorry, but what the fuck will that help? I watch as streams of tears glisten, running down her already swelling face. I want to turn away, but her icy eyes look as if they’re begging me not to leave her alone at this moment.
I mouth, “I’m here,” not knowing if she can truly see my lips to read them, but I refuse to say anything out loud for fear of them taking it out on her.
The smacking of flesh hitting flesh as the vibrancy in her eyes slowly dulls makes my blood boil. How the fuck dare they?
