I hear Daniella sobbing next to me, and I look over at her. The man is groping her breasts, digging his dirty fingers into her skin. She doesn’t protest, doesn’t put up a fight. Just sits there and cries, and I realize her strength is barely there. Her legs shake, and I don’t think it’s from the cold. She’s weak, no fight left in her body.
I bat the man's arm away, who's still holding his hand on my breast while I get pummeled by the cold water. It’s growing warmer, ever so slowly. It’s not nearly as warm as it should be, but at least now it doesn’t feel like a million ice shards are stabbing me by the second.
He doesn’t like that move. With his free hand, he slams his fingers around my neck, squeezing so tight I can feel my eyes bulge. I choke, trying to cough or gag around his hand, but I can’t get a breath. I grab onto his hand with both of mine, pulling, hitting, and slapping at him.
Finally, when the darkness starts playing on the edges of my vision, I’m dropped to the cold ground in a heap of limbs. I let out a gasping sob as I press my face to the ground. I’ve never been so scared in my entire life, so close to death at the hands of a monster.
Jackson, where are you?
“Get up before I stick my thick cock down your throat.” The man says from above me, his heavy accent making it almost impossible to understand him.
I get up, my limbs shaking out of fear and shock. I’m growing numb, and it seems almost impossible to escape these hulking animals.
I’m not fast enough, because he grabs onto my hair in a messy fist and yanks quickly. I let out a cry as I feel my hairs pop out of my scalp one by one.
“You’ve got a feisty one, Miguel. This one is like a dead fish.” He laughs, palming her breasts openly.
“Sí, but you can probably stick it in her el coño without a fight. I think this one would bite my head off.” He laughs, sliding his hands down my stomach and around my waist. He produced an old bar of soap out of nowhere, and he starts lathering my skin roughly.
“Eh, Jefe says not to fuck las putas before they get to the compound.” He turns to Daniella and slides his hand around her ass, giving it an aggressive squeeze before his fingers disappear between her legs. “But he never said anything about using el dedos.” His hand moves, and Daniella’s eyes widen before she lets out a whimper, curling her head forward. I watch as her shoulders shake, and the man lathering her up with one hand grunts out in pleasure as his other hand goes to work between her legs. Fear makes swallowing impossible, and I’m barely able to breathe when Miguel turns towards me.
“No.” I murmur, bringing my hands up to block his hands. I walk backwards, only getting two steps before my back hits the wall. I refuse to get defiled in this room. I refuse to give this man any part of myself that doesn’t belong to him.
“Your tits are amazing. I’m going to come all over them and you will love every single second of it.” I don’t know what he means, but by the way his eyes darken as he stalks towards me is not good.
He pulls me towards him, and then I’m underneath the now warm spray and his fingers are digging into my ass, pulling and spreading my cheeks with his huge paw hands. I bring my hands up and shove him away. He doesn’t move, not even an inch, but the puff of air that fumes out of his nose gives away his annoyance. He grabs me by the back of my neck, turning me around and bending me over so my eye lines up with the shower handle.
“You so much as move and I shove you forward and this handle goes straight into your brain. I will tell Jefe you did it to yourself. You fucking puta, thinking you can fucking shove me.” He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. I can feel his fat fingers trail down my back towards my ass, his fingers sliding between my crack and then sliding into my sex. I wince as pain takes hold. I’m in no way, shape, or