There is no way out of this. I just have to accept I’m going to have to do what they tell me.
Lifting the sweatshirt up, I pull it over my head and hold it to my chest to cover my bare breasts from these pigs for as long as they will let me before I know what will inevitably happen.
“Drop the sweatshirttesor.” One of the men purrs out while the snickers from the others echo from all around me.
I close my eyes as I let go of the sweatshirt and stand there in a room with all these men not yet ready to accept a fate I cannot change but knowing I will have to.
“You take orders well. We’ll get a lot for youla mia bambola. Now, turn around and take the sweatpants off. I want a nice view of you bending over while you do it, so do it nice and slow for me.” The man smoking says again.
I try to control my breathing as I turn around slowly, composing myself as best as I can and I notice my cheeks are wet with silent tears falling from my eyes. I don’t make a sound as the tears continue to fall, or as I do as I was told, pulling the joggers down further and further and bending over to bring them to my ankles before finally stepping out of them.
I have never felt so vulnerable and so degraded in my life.
I want to die.
If I do something stupid enough, will one of them just kill me?
I press my heels into the carpet as far as I can, squeezing my toes in amongst the soft fibres, enjoying the small little pleasure in this reality of a nightmare.
There are laughs and groans of pleasure sounding out around the room and I begin to look around at the faces of the men surrounding me. Some of them lick their lips at me, some of them smirk as they rub themselves over their trousers, but it’s the man who is sat behind me, who wanted a view of me who flares the panic within me.
“With a body like that, it would be a shame to send you off to your new owner without testing you out first, hm?” He saysthrough a smirk as I look over my shoulder at him and the other men begin chanting their agreements.
One of them appears in front of me and spins me around slowly, showing me off to all of them and to fully face the man who seems to be in control of the rest of them all.
“Don’t be shy Willow.” He winks at me as he puffs on his cigar again.
My throat stings with the bile rising within it, knowing this is it. There’s no coming back from what is about to happen to me. I had to go to therapy for finding out my ex cheated on me for fuck sake. How am I supposed to survive this?
I’m pushed towards the man and slowly take the last few steps it takes to reach him. He sits forward and runs a hand up the back of my bare thigh before squeezing my flesh so hard I let out a yelp.
“Oh, you’re a weak little thing aren’t you. I’ll have fun breaking you.” He digs his hands into the tops of my thighs and I can feel the tips of his fingers brushing against me between my legs. He brings his head forward more and looks me in the eyes as he licks up my bare stomach to underneath my breast, then bites me so hard I think he’s broken the skin.
I let out a weak scream as he pulls me down on top of him, positioning me so he can grind his erection against me.
I can see a gun sitting on a table right beside us and I try not to stare at it too long so I don’t give away that I’m about to grab it.
“What do you saytesor.” He whispers in my ear as he unbuckles his belt and frees himself from his trousers.
“Let’s give everyone else in this room a show hm?” He licks up the side of my face as he positions himself against my entrance and the feel of his bare skin against mine makes me feel rage and fear like I have never felt before. I glance at the gun again and before I can even think of grabbing it, I hear the dooropening, distracting the guy whose body I’m being forcefully held to.
“Gentlemen, I thought you had more manners than this?”
I hear that familiar voice and I turn around to see Nero walking in and sitting down on one of the couches, hands in his pockets and looking as suave as ever. He doesn’t look at me for more than a second and shows no signs of disgust at the fact of what one of his men is about to do to me.
“Just testing the merchandise Nero. Isn’t that righttesor?” The guy below me says as he rubs himself against me again and I hold back the vomit I can feel rising.
“Alesso, I wouldn’t do that if I was you.”
Nero checks his watch as he speaks, then finally raises his head to look at me properly. He winks at me, and then looks around the other men in the room.
He has a plan. I know he does.
As soon as the thought comes into my head, the windows in the room shatter, the doors all bust open and I’m thrown to the floor as Alesso and the rest of the men grab their guns and aim them towards the surrounding chaos.
Nero rushes to me, covering me with his jacket and scooping me up in his arms. He rushes past the men who entered the room, out the door and down the hallway with me held tightly to his chest.
“Ohmia cara, cazzo! I am so, so sorry.” He says as he grips me tighter.
