“Just do it,” I cry.
“No. I won’t fuckin’ rape you,” he growls.
“Please, Patch,” I beg him. I can’t handle being stabbed again. It’s too much. He has to do whatever the hell they want him to do. I can’t handle this, can’t bear this pain.
“Fuck,” he whispers near my ear. “I’m sorry.” The man laughs as I feel Patch getting hard. The man moves to pull Patch’s pants down, and that’s it.
“Lift your ass for him,” the man says. I do as I’m told, lifting my bottom half so Patch can slide inside me. I close my eyes this time, listening to the sound of Patch’s voice as he whispers in my ear. He keeps repeating the words,I’m sorryover and over again. It breaks my heart. It kills a piece inside me that they’re forcing him to do this. When I open my eyes, I see the motherfucker is recording this. I clench my eyes shut as tears leak down my cheeks. If it had to be anyone, I’m glad it’s Patch. I didn’t want them touching me. I don’t think I could handle it anymore. Just thinking about them causes bile to burn the back of my throat.
“Come on. Fucking fuck her good,” the man yells. Patch picks up his pace, knowing what he’ll do if he doesn’t. Before I know it, it’s all over, and the man is laughing once again.
“That’s all you got?” he asks Patch. I open my eyes to see him getting a syringe and coming toward us. The needle goes above me, no doubt into Patch. After a second, his body goes limp against mine. I didn’t realize just how much he was doing to keep his body weight off me until now. It feels like I’m suffocating when his hands are uncuffed, and he’s pulled off me. I hear the scuffle as he’s taken back to his place on the floor.
Then the man’s back to me. His finger is running along my spine.
“He wasn’t nearly as good as me was he?” he asks. Vomit chokes me. I want to throw up. I want to crawl into a hole and die, but instead, I shake my head so I won’t be on the receiving end of his knife again.
His fingers come up to my side, pressing into one of the wounds, causing me to scream in pain.
“Please!” I scream as he goes in deeper. I can feel the warmth of my blood as it drips down my flesh. My stomach churns, and vomit sprays from my mouth. The man steps back, his fingers leaving me, and I can’t thank God enough for that.
My hands are uncuffed before I’m dragged off the table. I try to force my legs to work, but they don’t want to. My feet scuff the floor as I’m dragged back to my spot and re-cuffed to the post. Then he leans down and grabs my face in his hand.
“Next time we’ll see if you can take two cocks,” he taunts, making me sick to my stomach. I cringe, but he just laughs. He walks away, and I wait. I wait for the drugs that will slowly numb it all, but they never come. The basement door slams as I cry once more. My heart drops in my chest as I look over at Patch. He’s passed out, drool dripping down his chin.
Tears pool in my eyes as I sit here and contemplate what else they could do to us.
I don’t want to die here. And I think that and Patch are the only reasons I’m still alive.
Chapter 11
Patch
Something has to give. I’ve been working on this nail at the bottom of the post for what feels like forever. I didn’t tell Anika because I didn’t want to get her hopes up that we might get out of here. I don’t know how, though. I know there’s more than one guy up there. There’s been more than one that’s come down here, but I still work the goddamn nail and try to get it free.
“Patch?”
“Yeah?”
“When we get out of here, will you stay with me?” God, I want to hold her. I want to tell her that everything is going to be fine. I want to take away all her pain and her fears.
“Yeah, darlin’. I’ll stay with you.”
“Are you sure?” Her voice is groggy, and I know she’s in pain.
“Yeah, I’m sure. We’re gonna get outta here, yeah?”
“If I don’t, will you find my brother?” Her words sink into my soul and burn there. I can’t help but feel like this is my fault. I don’t know why I feel that way, but I do. I don’t know those men or recognize any of them, but I still feel it to my core.
“What do you mean?” I ask. We’ve had a lot of conversations since we’ve been down here, and she never said anything about her brother being missing.
“He’s gone. I can’t find him.” Her voice is weak, and I hate it.
“I’ll find him.”
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“You’re gonna help me, right?”
