Prisoned - Marni Mann Page 0,54

head.

“Mmm,” he moaned, filling the air with a stench that made everything hurt even more. “This is what your cunt is going to do to my dick. It’s going to squeeze the fuck out of it just like this…” His suction tightened. “And its hotness and wetness and tightness is going to drain every bit of cum out of me.” He laughed again, his lips moving to my ear. “And then I’m going to give you to my boys. Do you know what my boys do to pretty girls like you?”

I grunted even though I knew the answer would make me feel worse.

“They’re going to gang-bang the living fuck out of you. And when you’re covered in all their cum, they’re going to cut you.” He moved to my other ear, pressing his lips so close that they touched the inside hole. “Like throwing a piece of meat inside a cage full of dogs. But these dogs have knives, and they like to butcher.”

Silence.

I was sure he was letting me ponder the terrifying reality of what was to become of me, and that was…I had no chance of getting out of here. I had no chance of surviving this. I was going to die in this prison, raped by however many men Breath employed. Filled with their cum.

And…

I couldn’t even wrap my head around the rest.

“You’re making me wait, Kyle, and I fucking hate it when people make me wait.” He stood and lifted the chair, so I was back to a seated position. “I’m going to show you just how much I hate it.”

His hands weren’t on my body anymore, his smell no longer in the air. But I heard him. Steps on the concrete, clothes swishing as he moved.

“Come here, babies. Come to daddy.”

What were his babies?

There were high-pitched sounds. Lots of them. I couldn’t place it, but it was all I heard, and the noises continued to get louder as each second passed.

“Come meet my friend.”

“No,” I cried.

I didn’t want to meet the source of the noise. I didn’t want more pain. I didn’t want—

“Ahh!” I screamed as the most intense burning seared through the ends of my toes.

I didn’t know what his babies were doing, what they were using, what the hell they were, but it felt like the skin was being sliced off. I couldn’t kick them away. I couldn’t move my legs. I couldn’t…

“What do you want?” I sobbed.

“Shut up.” The back of his hand slapped my mouth. Then, he squeezed my lips and pulled them until it felt like he was going to rip them off my face. “Don’t make another sound.”

The tears fell even faster—not just from the pain and the fear, but also from the question I already knew he wanted the answer to. What didn’t make any sense was why he wanted this information. I couldn’t piece that part together. Everyone was dead.

Oh God…

The babies had moved up to my ankles. I wasn’t sure if I had any feet left. It felt like they had finished off the skin and were on to my muscles and bones.

“I’m losing my patience with you, Kyle.”

I shook my head, snot and drool flying off my face.

“When I release your lips, you’re going to ask the right question.”

The right question.

“Babies, stop!”

After his command, the gnawing on my toes immediately halted. The noises quieted. Then, his fingers left my mouth, my lips smacking back into place. But the hurt…the hurt stayed. I knew, if he flicked on the light, I’d see I was a bloody mess with wounds that may never heal.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Kyle.” A warning that he could make the babies start up again as quickly as he had made them stop.

My lips parted, spit dripping down both sides. My tongue burned as it hit the inside of my teeth. I swallowed. Whatever was wrapped around my neck hadn’t let up one bit.

“You want to know who killed Paulie.”

“Finally. The right fucking question.” His voice was more sexual than it was commanding. “You just made my dick hard.” He straddled me again, but this time, he didn’t sit.

I heard a zipper. A button popped open. The stench…if I had anything left in my stomach, it would have come out. It was so much worse than his breath. Molded cheese and decayed meat.

He pressed his dick against my cheek, running it up and down my skin, as though he were wiping off the drool. I wanted to turn my face and bite the