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“Who said we were from Willow Creek?” Blondie looks at the dark-haired guy. “Damon, are you from Willow Creek?”
Damon shakes his head. “Definitely not, Winton. Thank fuck.”
So the blond’s name is Winton. At least I have some names to go with these faces. I’ll know to walk away if I ever see them again. Not that I will.
Winton looks at the shorter guy. “Miles, are you from Willow Creek?”
Another name. Even better for when I report this.
Miles hesitantly shakes his head no.
I crane my neck in confusion. “Well, if you’re not from here, why are you here?”
Damon laughs and the sound is harrowing. “This girl has no idea she tripped the line into unchartered territory.” He tips his chin. “You’re not in Willow Creek anymore, baby. This is Bulldog territory here, and we just kicked the Misfits’ scrawny asses on the field tonight.”
They start up a barking chant, and as much as I wish it didn’t terrify me, it does. All the way down to the bones. These men aren’t pretty rich boys who are used to getting their way. They are the scrappy ones who have fought for everything they have and take whatever they can get their hands on. And right now, that’s me.
I have no idea who the Misfits are, but I can only assume it’s Willow Creek’s football team and these guys play for their rival team. And I’m the idiot who crossed the boundary into their town.
The two jerks laugh at my misfortune while their friend stands by idly. He might not be saying anything, but he’s an accomplice to their asshole ways; therefore, he’s just as guilty.
Winton breaks his grip on my hair and I try to pull away from his hand, but his fingers dig in deeper and I know I’ll bruise from this. “Just let me the fuck go so I can get out of this town and never come back.”
“Not so fast,” Winton growls. “We’re not finished with you yet. I want that apology.”
I snicker, going lax in his grip so maybe he loosens his hold. “Over my dead fucking body.”
His tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth. “That can be arranged.” He grabs the V-neck of my dress, his rough hands scraping against my skin while Damon grabs my wrists and pins them behind me. In a swift motion, he tears it in a jagged line, exposing my bare skin from my chest to my waist. Terror grips me as I realize his intentions.
I panic, trying to pull away, my nails digging into his skin as I try to fight them off. But there’s nothing I can do. Damon struggles to keep hold of me. When I break from his grip, Winton’s hand shoots out, going around my neck in a threat.
“Please don’t do this,” I try not to let my voice shake, but who am I kidding, I’m terrified and even I know there’s no way out now.
“Oh, we’re doing this,” he chuckles dryly.
“And if you tell anyone,” Winton whispers in my ear, a firm hold on my throat while Damon secures my arms again, “you’ll live to regret it.”
My heart jumps into my throat and the sound of laughter coming from the two of them will forever be ingrained in my memory.
This is it. This is where I get raped and left for dead.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the reality around me. A chill runs down my spine and when I feel cold fingers trailing down my bare chest, I force myself to watch. I might be scared, but I plan to fight every second I get. And I can’t do that with my eyes closed.
“She’s fucking stacked.” Winton bites the corner of his lip as he pushes my dress off my shoulders. “I might just fuck these titties and let you guys have the rest.”
He drags his fingers upward, peeling up the cup of my bra just to pinch my nipple. I want to cry out, but I refuse to give him anything right now.
I’m frozen, unable to move or make a sound. I’m not even sure if I’m still breathing and at this point, I don’t care. To be honest, I’d rather die than face what’s in store for me.
“Get on your knees,” Winton says, his voice laced with intent. “Lemme slip my dick between those perky breasts.”
“Winton, careful.” Damon lets go of me. “We could lose a lot for this. Is she really worth it?”
Winton shoves him. “If you don’t want in, then stand back with Miles.”
I try to turn so I can run but his rough hands grasp my shoulders as he forces me down. My knees buckle under his strength. The damp ground feels cold, dirt clinging to my knees and digging into my skin as I accept my fate. My whole body shakes as Winton fists my hair, yanking me closer while unzipping his pants.
Tears burn the backs of my eyes as I fight to keep some of my dignity. I breathe in through my nose as I clench my jaw shut. If he wants this, he’s going to have to fight for it.
