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After ten minutes of waiting, I head down the dark hall and put my ear to the door they went through. I’m not sure whether the door is soundproof, but I don’t hear anything coming from the other side. I lift my hand and knock on the door three times.
“Brock, how much longer will you be?”
I’m met with silence.
I swear to God, if he took something with Lance, and now he’s as high as a kite, I will be pissed. I knock harder and wait, but when nobody comes to the door, I open it slowly and poke my head in. The room is empty, but there is another door across what looks to be an office, and it’s cracked open.
Looking around the room, I notice monitors on one of the walls. There must be cameras everywhere because I can see all the rooms in the house. The raging party continues, with the guests not knowing they are being watched. I turn back toward the door I’m walking towards and open it wider.
It’s a bathroom.
I sigh and start to turn, but something catches my eye. A red smear on the wall leading into the stand-up shower. Crinkling my forehead, I walk over to it and gasp. Through the glass door, I find Brock crumpled on the shower floor, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead. Blood also comes from his nose, and his pockets are turned out.
“Brock!” I reach down and try nudging him, but I’m grabbed from behind.
“I think we need to let him sleep it off,Ry.” Lance’s voice is in my ear as his big arms wrap around me and lift me up.
Lance is a big guy, an ex-football player, and now he runs his family’s construction company, so he’s got quite a bit of muscle. I’m no match for him as he carries me back to the office. I kick out, landing a few blows to his shins, but he never let's go.
“God damn it, Lance! What the fuck are you doing?” I growl out.
“Something that should have been done a year ago. Taking what is owed to me, slut.” He throws me over the back of the desk as if I weigh nothing at all.
He’s fucking psycho!
I land on the floor, and before I can climb to my feet, he’s wrapping his hand around my neck and lifting me up. I grab his hand with both of mine, but I can’t remove it. He’s choking me, and it doesn’t seem to bother him.
“I’m ready for you this time bitch. Only you won’t be sucking my cock.” He shoves me over the desk and holds me with one hand as I hear the rustling of a belt, then a zipper. “Word on the street is that you suck a mean cock only because you’re still a virgin. Is that true?”
I’m fucking angry now. The only one who knew that was Brock. How could he tell somebody something so private? I try struggling, looking for something that I can grab to bust over the fucker’s head. Maybe stab him with a letter opener or something. My eyes take everything in that is still left on the desk, but there isn’t anything I can use unless I’m going to staple him to death. Even if I use it to hit him over the head, I doubt it will knock him out.
“Get your fucking head down, bitch!” I feel his crotch against my ass as he struggles to undo my bottoms.
He holds my head down against the desk, so when someone else enters the office, I can’t see who it is. “What’s going on here? Looks like I got here just in time…”
I freeze. I know that voice all too well, and if I had thought I could get out of here before, I might as well forget it now. Is he going to join in and be a part of the destruction of my V-card, or will he just sit back and watch so he has new ammo to use on me in the morning?
“Huntley! Come on in and join the party!” Lance chuckles, “I’ve got myself a fighter here.”
Beau comes into my view when he circles the desk. The hard glare he gives me is one I’ve never seen before. What is he even doing here? I’m just about to ask him if he’s following me when I feel the button on my bottoms release.
“Get the fuck off me, asshole!” I start to squirm even harder, and I kick out some more.
“You do know who this is, Lance, don’t you?” Beau asks the motherfucker behind me.
“Fuck yes,” Lance snickers. “This is the little bitch you always bullied in school.”
Rage fills my blood, but it makes no difference when the guy holding me down is like a brick house. It’s not like he has me on my knees again where I can reach his vulnerable spot like the last time. Too bad for me, he learned his lesson.
“Exactly,” Beau responds. “So, you should also know that nobody touches her but me. Her pain is mine alone.”
“Oh, but I owe this bitch from last time. I was promised a great suck job, and she punched me instead.” Lance’s anger about the past has his hand gripping my hair. “I hear she’s still a virgin, though. So, I figure I’d hurt her where it counts.” He starts to push my bottoms down, but Beau’s voice stops him.
“I don’t think you heard me correctly, Lance…” Beau grits out through clenched teeth, “If you try putting your fucking cock in my play toy, I will cut it off my fucking self.”
“What the fuck, man?” Lance moves away slightly, but it’s enough that I turn partway and bring my knee up between his legs, making him drop just like last time. I then grab the computer monitor and smash it against his head, knocking him out.
Five
