“Hurry up. It’s my turn,” the other sick fuck says.
“Fuck you. Take her mouth again until I’m finished. It’s been too long since I’ve had pussy this young and tight,” the hairy-ass fuck snaps back.
Spurred by the guy’s directive, the other man walks around the table, blocking my connection with Sam, and bends his head, then bites her nipple so hard she screams. She tries desperately to move, but she can’t.
Her screams make me forget I’m chained to a wall. I jump up, charging toward them, only to be halted in my tracks when the chain snaps taut. No give in the links whatsoever.
“Open up, you stuck-up cunt, or I’ll punch your pretty face this time. And if you even think to bite, I’ll turn you over and take your ass instead. So it’s your choice, face fucks or ass ones?” he barks.
I don’t feel my body falling until I hit the floor as I watch Sam comply, choosing the lesser of two evils, parting her lips and unwillingly accepting as he thrusts in and out of her mouth.
The tears build in my eyes, cascading down my face at the helplessness I feel at the sound of pleasured moans and gagging sobs.
At the sound of a guttural moan, I know one of them has finished, but I refuse to turn and discover which one. I don’t have to wait long to know, though.
“Done. Now let me see what her mouth can do,” hairy ass says, sounding so pleased with his vileness.
They must swap places because the sound of flesh pounding against flesh starts again, and Sam’s cries are louder. So loud that I turn to see the guy with black hair angling her body up.Shit. Fuck.
He wastes no time slamming into Samantha’s ass. No prep. The only lube, whatever blood and juices from his friend’s time inside her pussy. Her scream is cut off as the other guy grabs her throat and shoves himself in her mouth.
I can’t take it anymore. I’ll never be able to unsee what I’ve seen, so I can’t begin to imagine what the fuck Sam is going to have to go through.
I close my eyes and cover my ears. I won’t turn my back, so she’s not completely alone, but I can’t stomach another sound or chance another forced look at the horrific scene before me.
I’m not sure how long I sit waiting for it all to be over, but when I hear the door slam, I open my eyes and take in a broken Samantha Davenport covered in cum, handprints, and a swollen face.
She’s staring in my direction, but she’s not seeing me. She’s seeing past me, staring blankly into nothingness.
I find my voice, “Listen to me. We’ll get out of here, and we’ll kill these gutless fucks when we do.”
She says nothing in response, but I don’t expect her to. I just need her to know that we’ll survive this.
I don’t know who the hell these people are, but they’re far worse than I could’ve imagined.
I take one more look at Sam, determination building along with my festering rage. We need to get the fuck out of here.
8
WES
“This is a major fuck up. How the hell did the Davenport brat get taken?”
I eavesdrop on my dad, listening as he speaks with Wyatt, Owen, and Lev’s fathers.
Sebastian’s dad isn’t as high up— he’s on the Council, but Wyatt’s dad is the heir of the original bloodline.
“That girl has more security watching her than we even had on the Br-Bishop girl,” I hear Mr. Jefferson say.
Why did it sound like he was going to call Ariah by a different name?
“Do you think she did it on purpose? Have we found anything new?” Mr. Grant asks.
I really shouldn’t be out here. If my father finds out I’m snooping, I’m fucked. But they aren’t telling us things, and if there’s anything I hate more than Sam’s annoying ass, it’s being in the dark.
We’ve trusted the Fraternitas and done everything ordered of us— including getting close to someone we all believe probably got herself kidnapped.
“There’s still no evidence of treachery, but you know I haven’t trusted that family since the day Owen and Lev were taken,” Mr. Washington grits, voicing the sentiments of all of us.
