my door.
My last meal of the day was brought a few hours ago... and this has never happened before. I hear the jingling of keys and deep husky laughter... laughter that belongs to men.
God, no. My entire body clams up when the door opens, a loud creak vibrating through the room. I look up, paralyzed with fear, as two dark-haired men enter.
“My, oh, my, look what we have here, Luca.” The two men walk unsteadily toward me. I can smell the alcohol on their breath and they’re still a few feet away from me.
I’ve wished for the door to open for so long, hating that it kept me trapped in this room, but what I didn’t know was that it protected me, shielded me, because now that it’s open, I want it to close, taking the two men before me with it.
“Look at those full lips. I bet they will look great around my cock,” the other man snickers.
“How angry do you think Ivan will be if we pop her cherry?” the first man asks.
Fear like I’ve never felt before spirals out of control inside of me. They edge closer toward me, and I wish the wall would swallow me whole, making me disappear from this room and out of reach from these assholes.
“We’re gonna have some fun with you, baby. You want that, don’t you?”
I shake my head, looking up into a pair of dark eyes. There is no emotion, no caring nature in those eyes, just pure lust, and I know then that the two men before me are monsters.
I look past the two figures in front of me and realize that they’ve left the door open behind them. Hope blooms inside me. They take another step forward. They’re much too close now, and I know if I want to survive this I need to do something. Fighting the ache in my muscles, my body starts to move on its own. I jump up from the mattress, trying to run past them, but even drunk, the men are faster than I am. I barely make it a couple of feet before one of them grabs me by the arm, yanking me backward.
Luca pushes me into the second guy’s arms. Panic swarms me, my chest heaves, and still, through it all, I know that I need to fight them even if my chances of escaping are slim. I’m not going to go out without fighting.
I might not have the strength I need to overpower them, but I have long nails. I use them to my advantage, lashing out with my hand and sinking them into his ugly face, while slashing downward. He hisses out in pain, and I relish in that sound.
Of course, he rewards me by backhanding me across the face. Pain radiates across my jaw, the impact making my head snap back. Tears fill my eyes, and before I can recover, my arms are roughly twisted behind my back, making me cry out in pain. I can barely see through the treacherous tears spilling from my eyes, but I know I got the bastard good. Five bloody scratches line his face, and I almost smile. Almost.
“You're going to fucking regret doing that, you whore.” Another slap lands on my face, the pain intensifies, and before I can even get my bearings, my dress is being ripped down my body in one furious pull, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.
“Fuck, look at that little body. I bet she’s tight.” Luca grips me by the chin, his fat fingers digging into my skin. I snarl my lip and spit right in his face. He looks at me with murderous rage, and I wonder if this is where I’m going to die.
He wipes a hand down his face and with that same hand, he punches me. Literally punches me. My jaw aches at the impact, and the copper taste of blood fills my mouth.
“Please... please, stop…” I cry, trying to wiggle out of their hold, but my futile attempts just seem to egg them on. The one behind me is grinding his erection into my backside and the one in front of me starts smiling while he squeezes my boobs painfully. When one of his hands travels down between my legs, roughly grabbing me there, another rush of anger floods my system, giving me just a little bit more strength.
I grit my teeth and push through the pain. In my final attempt to fight them, I throw my head