"We need to leave. She has to call someone. We can't help her!" Kade growls, and Grayson smiles.
"We shouldn't, but we will. The least you can do for the fucking video!" he says, his tone laced with venom. Tears pour down my face and I hiccup, trying to breathe but I can’t get any air.
"She’s turning blue," Elliot yells, and all I see is Grayson grinning. He lets me go and Elliot takes his place.
“Rowyn, breathe. In through your nose and out of your mouth,” Elliot says, and all I can smell is fresh laundry and… blood.
“I-I-" I stutter again, so lost for words. I can't fucking breathe.
“We need to calm her down. She’s going into shock.” Elliot panics, and the room starts to spin.
“Come on, Chunkers, take a deep breath,” Grayson commands, but I fucking can’t. I just keep shaking my head.
"So we’re helping her?" Kade asks, but I can't see anyone but Elliot.
"Petal. I need you to breathe," he says, but I fucking can't.
“Someone needs to find out where her roommate is and keep her away from here,” Kade states. I can’t even think straight, but Elliot cups my face, bending down, then presses his lips against mine. Growls from the others echo in the room, then he pulls away.
“Let me give you air,” he states, then smashes his lips against mine again. I part my lips as his tongue swirls against mine. His hands push through my hair, and I moan as he lays me down on the bed on my side. His hand finds my thigh and pulls it over his hip, rolling me towards him while he continues to kiss me like his friends aren’t in the room. I hear the door slam, then the bed dips behind me and a chest presses against my back as lips linger along the column of my neck. I assume it’s Kade because Grayson would never touch me like this. Hands roam my body, and I roll my hips against Elliot completely distracted, which probably was what he intended to do.
Pressing my ass against Kade, he groans and I freeze. That’s not Kade.What the fuck.
“Relax. I need your heart to calm down. Enjoy it while it lasts, Little Killer,” he whispers, licking the shell of my ear as his hand grips my stomach, then I feel fingers playing along the waistband. Elliot sucksmy tongue into his mouth and my nails dig into his biceps. He groans, causing me to roll my hips again. Grayson bites down on my neck as his hand slides into my pants, finding my clit with ease. He rubs tight circles then pinches it, causing me to yelp but Elliot swallows my sounds, and I press my ass against Grayson's hard cock. The door opens and slams, causing me to freeze, but they keep going. Grayson's fingers pick up the pace as Elliot's hands remove my bloody shirt then my pants, allowing Grayson's fingers to sink into me. "Where are the purple dildos I bought?" he growls against my ear.
"Top drawer of my desk," I pant, then a mouth latches onto my nipple, flicking and biting.
"So I guess I'll just clean this shit up while the rest of you get off. Wonderful!" Kade snides.
"Yes, you will. This is your punishment for the dumb decisions you make," Grayson says as he continues to assault my soaking cunt. The low vibrating sound of the vibrator makes me jolt when he presses it against the column on my neck. "I need you to get this nice and wet for me," he whispers, and Elliot groans.
"Gag on it, Petal. Show Gray how dirty you are," he growls, and I moan parting my lips and sucking the silicone into my mouth as Grayson pushes it down my throat. I gag and he shoves it further.
"Damn, that's hot," Kade groans as he watches Grayson pull the cock out of my mouth slowly.
"Well, maybe if you weren't an idiot then you'd be joining us," Grayson states as Elliot takes the purple silicone out of Grayson's hand and shoves it inside me. I gasp, then take a deep breath, feeling so filled.
"Do you like having us make you feel good?" Grayson asks, and I nod then moan. "You know how disgusting this is. Look at you, covered in blood, letting us do this to you. You disgust me," he spits, and I snap out of whatever fucking trance I was in and slap him in the face.
"Get the fuck away from me," I growl, and he laughs.
"What the fuck, Grayson?" Elliot yells, then cups my face. “Grab a hoodie, put it on, and hide your hands in the pocket. Let's get you out of here,” he tells me, and I nod.
"Yeah, do as you’re told and stop thinking with the bitch between your legs," Grayson spits, and I walk to my dresser as the smell of bleach makes me gag. I throw on clothes, seething at this motherfucker’s harsh words. I hate him, I really fucking hate him.
“I’m going to take her to my room. I’ll be back to help clean this shit,” Elliot states.
"Always the savior!" Kade mutters as Grayson laughs.
"Do we have a fucking problem?" Elliot asks, but no one says a thing. They put on gloves and what looks like hazmat suits, then start cleaning. It’s as if they’ve done this a million times before.
Elliot grabs my arm, gently pulling me towards the door and taking me out of my room. The minute we step into the hallway, I take a deep breath, already feeling lighter.
“I hate him” I whisper as we walk down the hall, but he doesn’t answer, and I assume it’s because of where we are. He hits the elevator button, and the doors slide open. Pulling me in, he stands at the back and wraps his arms around me in a hug. I rest my head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Fresh laundry.
“Keep your head down. You have blood on your face, Petal,” he whispers, and I gasp. “Shh. We’re almost to my floor.”
I take a deep breath, inhaling him again to keep the panic from rising again.I can’t break down in public. I need to just keep it together for a little longer.
