form ready for the intrusion. It hurts, and I start to clench up until his free hand squeezes around my neck. I have to force myself from tensing up. I turn my head, looking over at Daniella and seeing the man in front of her slapping her face with his cock. I have to close my eyes and turn my head. I’d rather look at the wall instead of watching her get defiled like that. It’s too much.
My body rocks as he fucks me roughly, and I have to swallow down each whimper of pain as I stare at the foggy shower head in front of me. Maybe I should shove forward and end this. Maybe this is where my story ends.
The water starts running cold again, and I shake as he withdraws his fingers. He walks around to my front, keeping his hand around my neck. He brings his other hand up to his nose, sniffing and sticking it into his mouth with a heavy grunt. I almost gag, squeezing my eyes shut painfully so.
Absolutely disgusting.
When I hear the clank in front of me, my eyes shoot open to see him undoing his belt. “I bet you really would bite my cock off, would you not?” He laughs. “Don’t worry, I will fuck my hand and spill my seed all over those huge tits.”
He pulls out his member, and I have to literally swallow down the vomit this time. The ugly thing, swollen and ready to burst at any moment. The scent of sweat and bad deeds swirls in with the shower and I have to plug my nose and breathe through my mouth. I close my eyes, focusing on my breathing and I listen to him beat himself off. Every so often I feel it slap against my tits. I bite down on my tongue, letting the blood fill my mouth. I need the pain. If I don’t have the pain, I will scream. If I scream, I think that will be my last breath.
His breathing picks up, and then he makes a choking sound moments before I feel ropes of semen fall onto my breasts. I let my teeth sink into my tongue harder until I can feel as it punctures through several layers of muscle.
I keep my eyes closed as I listen to him tuck himself back into his pants. The soap runs over my body again quickly, barely hitting even half of my body before the shower creaks off. I crack open my eyes as he drags me away from shower room, back over to my chains. He drops me to the ground, and I fall into a painful pile. He makes quick work, securing my ankles back into chains before walking off, leaving me naked and cold.
He walks to the door, grabbing a paper bag that was hidden on the stairs before walking back to me. “Get dressed. We leave tomorrow and we couldn’t have you both smelling like shit.” He tosses a piece of fabric at my face. He walks over to Daniella, who is already shackled up and curled into a naked ball on the corner. “You too.”
He crumples the bag up in his hand, walking to the door without another word. The other guy, who I never learned the name of, flicks off the light, leaving us in darkness and silence. I listen as the door groans shut, and the loud slap of the lock securing in place.
I don’t hear anything from Daniella besides a few sniffles. Once again, we’re left in darkness. I can’t see her, but I can only imagine how she looks right now.
The clothes in my hand looks like a potato sack. An itchy garment that will cover me just over my ass, leaving the rest of me on display. I drop the ugly piece of clothing, crawling forward, listening to my knees and palms slap on the concrete as I make my way over to the bucket. I have to reach my hand and feel for it, but once I find the plastic bin, I pull it forward and stick my head into it, expelling only bile that’s been festering in my stomach ever since those men came into the room.
22
Jackson
We make it to Louisiana when we get the phone call.
“Yeah.” Easton barks into the phone.
We met up with some of our guys, and Hugo took over driving the van. I’m in Easton’s truck with him. We’ve been getting closer. Word is, they haven’t moved from