“Stop fighting. Just relax and it will hurt less,” the nameless one whispered into my ear then leaned his forehead against mine. “It’s okay.”
I shook my head.
“Let go, Maggie. Trust me.”
I did.
“That’s a good girl. Open up for me,” Gabin praised.
I was too tired and trapped to do anything else. Currents of pleasure zipped through me from my clit, consuming my every thought. Gabin plunged into me, but I was too tight, and it hurt too much. My body convulsed, sometimes fucking him back by accident. It hurt so bad. What was happening to me? It was the last thought that crossed my mind before the pleasure reached a crescendo, bursting through me. Gabin and Mael grunted, moaned, and screamed. Mael stopped sucking on me, and I couldn’t believe what he did next.
He pushed his dick into my pussy, and I screamed at the breaking of my insides. The nameless one kissed me, guiding my head so he could suck on my lips, twirl his tongue against mine despite my endless screaming, wailing, and sobbing. Even my lips were shaking. My stomach cramped, producing the most unimaginable pain. I couldn’t take them.
They didn’t fit.
Who does this?The hysteria wouldn’t allow me to think or hear them or stop fighting them.
“Fuck! Gabin, hurry up!” Sylban yelled.
Mael sucked my tit into his mouth as he fucked me without mercy.
It was too much. The world shut down.
“India, Bhutan, Vietnam, Morocco, Madagascar, Cuba, Chile, Uruguay, Iceland, and of course, Ireland,” I said to Killian as I counted the countries in my hand.
“If we’re going to go to Ireland, then I want to go to Puerto Rico and to the US where your mum’s from.”
“Mommy has always told me that the world’s smallest hummingbird is in Cuba.”
“And Puerto Rico has el coqui,” he stated. A chuckle burst out of me at his Irish accent and the realization that he had been studying the Caribbean because of Mom. Wait until I tell her this. She would have no choice but to fall in love with Killian too.
When our laughter died down, the confidence filled me. “Okay, but there’s only one way I’ll go to the US.”
“How?”
“I want to cross the frozen Bering Strait.”
He laughed. “Angel, that doesn’t happen anymore. Climate change and all that shit.”
I shrugged. “It’s my final offer.”
Oh no. No no no no... Killian come back! Come back!The grief drowned me. I wanted to sleep and dream of him with him forever. I wanted to be in our heaven, not here, never again, here. I attempted to fall asleep again, to let go but as the awful present reality dawned on me slowly, so did the physical pain boomerang back.
I was alone, in the spot they’d raped me, with a puddle of liquid collecting under my butt. As I breathed in, all the excruciating pain in every muscle exploded. I couldn’t hold back the whimper and had to cover my mouth when I went to adjust.
Their voices reached me from afar. “This one likes making them fall in love while he rapes them. Soooo romantic,” they joked, laughing. The wind pushed the smell of pot toward me. They kept conversing about their lives, tossing in an occasional joke. I found myself searching for his voice in the conversation but couldn’t hear him, the nameless one. What did he have to say about what he’d done to me? About not helping me? An orange light brightened the bushes behind me in another clearing. They even had a small abandoned wooden structure, like an outhouse. After managing to turn over, through the branches and bushes, I could see they had a fire going and were sitting on beach chairs.
It was almost impossible not to scream at the slightest movement, but slowly, I crawled toward the spot where they first found me, where I’d dropped my belongings as they electrocuted me. With brief stops along the way, it seemed to take forever, but I found my purse and knife. I was drained and possibly dying because the bleeding hadn’t stopped. I leaned my head againstthe trunk of a tree, and its roots were so big they created a small circle for me to cradle in.
I had the knife’s edge at my wrist, ready to slice open my radial and ulnar arteries so I could end all this. I wasn’t sure why, but a memory of Killian popped into my mind.
“Are you scared to die, Magdalena?” Killian had asked me.
“Isn’t everybody?”
“I’m not.”
“What are you scared of?”
