Don’t you want to use that on her? You know you do.
I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer in this chair.
“You truly are delusional.” Eleanor’s shoulders rose and fell heavily. “They will not be trapped in this room to do your bidding. I’ll find the cure.”
“No you won’t,” Myrtle croaked. “It’s impossible. It’s too late, Eleanor.” She kicked the toy out of her way and stalked toward her. But Eleanor was so full of rage she charged the larger woman. Her head connected with Myrtle’s belly and she was shoved back. She kept running, pushing her back. Myrtle’s scream was cut off, followed by a loud squelching sound.
I’d momentarily looked away, but my eyes swung back to the pair, and for a moment, my sexual rage calmed as I stared upon what had made Myrtle stop screaming,
Blood dripped from Myrtle’s eyes and mouth; her body hung in the air, her head suspended on the hook which had just moments before held the fake purple cock.
She’d been impaled.
Chapter 68 - Eleanor
Embrace the situation.
Istared in horror at Myrtle’s blank eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her body went limp, and the blood she spat when she was impaled trailed down my cheek. What had I done?
The sound of wood splintering pulled me from my thoughts. I turned, and saw Riot and Callahan standing, tearing the rope off.
Oh no. They were angry I’d killed their object of attention. Were they going to blindly murder me too?
“Eleanor, I told you to leave,” Riot snarled. His muscles seemed to be pulsing. “Why didn’t you leave?”
“I’m sorry!” I raised my hands and tried to back away, but I bumped into Myrtle’s body and I leaped forward, falling to the floor. I caught myself by my hands and looked up. Both men were glaring daggers at me.
“I haven’t been free in weeks.” Callahan stretched. “This is nice.”
“It’s going to be better here soon,” Riot said.
He removed his jacket, and in one swift moment, he pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscled, tattooed chest. He cracked his knuckles and reached for his belt.
I began to sob. My body shook with terror. I’d been spanked to the point of extreme bruising. I’d been choked until I went unconscious. But I wasn’t ready to be beaten to death. “I— I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.”
I looked around, searching for an exit. There was none. The door was locked; the code trapped inside Myrtle’s pierced brain. As I scanned the room, I saw the table with the suitcase. Quickly, I crawled to it and scrambled up the table.
“There has to be something here,” I shouted over my shoulder. “She knew better than to not be prepared.” There were a dozen vials of liquid. One of these had to be the reversal for this— whatever it was.
Callahan caught my wrist and jerked it up. I screamed. I hadn’t heard him come up. He squeezed me until I dropped the vial I’d been holding. It rolled onto the floor. He spun me around and pressed me against him. His cock pressed against my dress.
“There’s no cure, Eleanor. It’s too late. While I was waiting for you two, she told me everything. These aren’t reversal drugs. They just enhance the experience.”
I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. I didn’t understand what he was saying. His hand went under my dress and gripped my panties.
“We warned you to get out.”
Riot came behind me, sandwiching me between them.
“We can’t stop this now. We tried to fight it. But we can’t, Eleanor. Brat…” Riot trailed off. He sank down, his head dipping under my dress. He tugged my panties down.
“Cunt,” Callahan said.
“Cunt. Brat. Whatever. I don’t care. I can’t think straight right now,” Riot grumbled, shoving my legs apart.
“Riot, please.” My legs shook with fear. “I don’t want to die.”
“Die?” Riot’s lips were fire on my skin as he kissed my calves, my thighs, slowly moving up. “Who said anything about dying?”
