someone in the front is turning around to look back at me. "Did we say you could talk?" he demands.
Even with my hands zip tied at my back, I manage to shrug. "You didn't say that I couldn't talk." Not that an order like that would stop me anyway.
Keeping myself as quiet and subtle as possible, I twist my wrists from side to side, feeling the hard plastic of the ties. These guys aren't professionals—if they were, they would've tied me a bit tighter. As it is, they've left me enough room to move my hands an inch or so away from each other, which means that I can probably get these cuffs off. As I'm debating on doing it now or waiting, the vehicle comes to an abrupt halt.
"Get her out," the first guy orders. Doors open and someone grabs onto my arm, yanking me from the car and onto hard pavement. The bag is removed from my head and I blink as I take in my new surroundings.
We can't be that far from campus—there just wasn't enough time in the car for us to be more than ten or fifteen minutes from where they’d picked me up—yet as I take a look around, I realize that we're in the middle of nowhere. Or at least, it seems like it since there are no other nearby buildings and everything is surrounded by a dense wood.
"Welcome to the Frazier House," someone says, pushing against my back. "Now, move."
I take a step forward, glancing up to the three-story building before me. House is putting it mildly. This place looks like a freaking hotel. Long vertical windows stretch up each of the floors and white pillars line the front. Golden light spills from inside as does music and laughter. The party, it seems, is in full swing.
Music pours outside, and though we get a few strange looks as we march through the crowd of people surrounding the property, no one stops to ask why there's a girl being led through a party in zip tied handcuffs. I start to wonder if this is, perhaps, a regular occurrence.
The guys lead me around the side of the house, through a massive area overwhelmed by plants and rocks and into what looks like a natural spring. It's not, though, because natural springs don't have heated pools or hot tubs bubbling out of perfectly cut rocks. A low whistle leaves my chest. These guys aren't just rich, I realize, they're fucking loaded.
Girls in low cut, barely there bikinis with martini glasses in hand—no Solo cups for these people—skirt around the edge of the water. Across from the glass back doors, a makeshift dance floor has been set up and unseen speakers radiate music out over the back lawn.
Someone pushes me towards the back doors, and they slide open just before I'm shoved inside. My thin soled Converse slap pure white tile and I stop and tilt my head back. A glittering chandelier hovers overhead, tinkling as the air conditioning kicks on and a wash of cold air brushes over my bare arms. Another door towards the front of the house is flung open and raucous laughter echoes up towards the massively tall ceilings as the three dickwads from the gas station come careening around the corner.
The place is packed, top to bottom. Several girls linger in the kitchen, giggling and reaching for Abel as soon as he stops inside the door.
"Abel!" one girl squeals, nearly leaping into his arms. Looking far less pale than he had at the gas station after round one with me, he grins at the girl and lifts her up until her legs spread wide and wrap around his waist. In the next second, his tongue is in her mouth and the sound of wet slopping groans follows.
I purse my lips and shift on my feet. The plastic around my wrists bites into the skin beneath my thumb as I slip my hand further out. Abel finally manages to pry his lips away from the girl humping his front. He whispers something in her ear that makes her giggle and drops her back onto her feet before slapping her ass and watching her walk away with a hungry look in his eyes.
Brax moves through the massive amount of people converging on the space now that the three of them are here with ease, and two of the guys who'd brought me in move to follow him. Together, they approach the island in