If it weren’t clear already, hearing my name pronounced in a harsh and nasty snarl, tells me no good can come of this.
“You’re honored to be here. To be chosen. Rest now, knowing that you are a worthy instrument in fulfilling our mission.”
Oh, fuck. Misha was right. Whatever happened to Jenny Morgan is about to happen to me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Each one of the four men lifts one of my limbs. The two above grab my arms just above the wrist, the others below the calves. The item they collected from the floor was a rope, but I only realize that when they’re fastening a loop around my wrists and ankles.
Tom speaks again, but this time it isn’t directed at me. It’s in the same unknown language, while his friends finish binding me. He starts chanting with them when I’m bound.
Making his way to the bottom of what I can only assume is an altar, Tom stops at my feet. He runs an eager hand up my fishnets, growling eagerly at the feeling of my skin against his fingertips.
He stops shy of my upper thigh, slapping my flesh the way you would a beef roast still in its packaging. Stillfollowing whatever customary ritual action is driving him to do this, Tom extends his arms out in a Christ-like pose. The two guys at the corners of my feet walk over to him and tug his brown robe off his shoulders. It falls to the floor exposing his naked body beneath.
The sight makes me want to puke. It finally dawns on me what’s about to happen here.
Well, fuck that. I’m not going to…
I cut the thought short, knowing there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Trying to wriggle results in me barely moving my arms and legs an inch away from their starting spot. I’m powerless, and it’s made worse by realizing that what I’m feeling isn’t being drunk.
I’ve been drugged.
Shouting is my best way of getting out of this. Perhaps I’d be lucky enough to catch the wind, and it would carry my voice back to the mansion. But I don’t have enough in me to try. I slip through the states of lucidity and unconsciousness.
“I told you, didn’t I?” Tom asks, moving closer to me. “You’d get to see me without a shirt on.”
He grabs my ankles and parts my legs, giving himself enough room to crawl onto the table. He rests on his knees, looking left and right at the four men who are willing to help him with this heinous act. Their chanting stops momentarily when Tom’s in position.
Standing there, unmoving and unspeaking, I could mistake them for statues behind those masks.
“My brothers, for centuries the Eye has worked to reach this moment. To achieve this ultimate goal. Tonight’s the night our vision comes to fruition.” He leans forward while addressing the four, and places a kiss above my brow. I try turning my head to stop it, but my muscles refuse to listen. “Let the ceremony commence.”
With his pronouncement, the chanting starts again. The four men grab each of the ropes that are tied around me and walk back, until my arms are pinned down and legs are spread wide.
“I wasn’t joking, Lil. You look fucking incredible tonight,” Tom says, shuffling closer to me on his knees. “You’re everything I could’ve hoped for and more.”
An unwanted warmth radiates from my breast. It takes my brain way too long to catch up to the feeling that it’s Tom’s hand cupped around it. A purr of satisfaction rolls through him while he squeezes it.
My heart feels as if it’s lodged in my throat, which makes my short, shallow breaths so much harder to endure, knowing there’s nothing I can do to stop him.
“St… St…” Shivering, stuttering, I can’t get a word out. I’m heavy-headed and a thick film of sludge coats my mind. I’m barely able to stay awake, let alone protest these transgressions.
“Don’t worry.” His fingers run down my chest and belly. “It’ll all be over soon.”
His hand stops between my legs, brushing eagerly against my sensitive thighs.
“Sto—“It’s closer to an actual word, but still not there. Defiance is almost impossible as my mind drifts deeper into the sea of sludge.
Tears well in my ever-blurring eyes. They are panicked bullets that pour down my cheeks at the thought of what’s about to happen.
Jenny Morgan. This is why her family left. They were too afraid to stand up to Maxwell Henderson and his armada of lawyers, so they chose to vanish, after Tom and his friends had their way with her. I bet Tom drugged her. Used her. Discarded her to the wind without a care in this world. Now it’s my turn.
The predator has become the prey.
All the while, the others continue to chant. I watch Tom’s filthy hands begin their unholy work. He hooks a thumb below my bodysuit’s crotch, tugging at it gleefully. But as there’s no stopping him, he’s not rushing to the main event. It’s almost as if he’s enjoying this. Loving every second of screwing with the helpless girl on his table.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Why you sent me dirty texts and paraded around campus like a good little slut?” I hear no remorse in his voice, just excitement. “Funny, isn’t it? Getting what you want. Having me be the one who breaks your virgini—“
“No,” I finally manage to get something out. “Not like this.”
