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He snickers, and his ever-rancid breath blows over my face and floods my nostrils. “These men fuck you unshowered and covered in cum. Do you think a little piss is going to deter them?”
Guillermo crashes his lips against mine and plunges his putrid tongue into my mouth. I want nothing more than to bite it off, but I can only imagine the wrath that would reign over me. If not from him, from Jorge.
I vigorously swallow when he pulls back, gagging and trying to rid my mouth of his vile taste. Guillermo stands beside the bed with a devilish smirk on his face. It only grows when undoes his zipper and pulls out his cock.
Expecting him to crawl on the bed and take from me what he has so many times before, I close my eyes and grit my teeth. My whole body twitches when a trickle of warm liquid splatters across my breasts instead.
Opening my eyes, I’m met with the sight of Guillermo urinating on me. The devilish smirk has morphed into something far more sinister as he continues to empty himself onto me. Shaking the last drops from his tip, he stuffs himself back into his pants and snarls, “You think a little piss will stop them from fucking your dirty cunt, I’ll show you just how wrong you are.”
Relief washes over me when he turns on his heel and begins walking toward the door. Relief that is quickly swiped away when he stops on the threshold and shouts down the hall. Two men I’ve never seen before walk past him into the room, and both sets of eyes immediately roam hungrily over my body. I could be dead, and it wouldn’t fucking deter them.
“This one is on the house since she’s a bit of a mess.” Guillermo spreads a smile across his face as he pats them both on the back. “Do whatever the fuck you want with her. Just don’t kill her.”
“Knife?” one of them questions, and my heart begins pounding even harder in my chest.
“I said no killing her.” Guillermo pulls his knife from his waistband and places it into an awaiting palm.
“I just want to cut her feet free, Every man here has fucked her cunt.” The man smiles at me and coupled with the evil glint in his eyes, it chills me to the fucking bone. “I want to fuck her ass.”
nine
RAFAEL
Rolling over on the couch, I lift my watch from the coffee table to check the time.
02:00 a.m.
The soft cries and whimpers coming from my room at the back of my apartment have stopped me from falling asleep. They are fucking incessant. I’ve been looking at the inside of my eyelids and staring at the ceiling for at least an hour, if not longer, but her never-ending whines keep me awake.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end when her soft cries are replaced with a blood-curdling shriek. Unable to ignore her pained cries for help, I stand from the couch and rush toward the bedroom. Traversing the hallway, I briefly contemplate knocking, but this is my fucking apartment and she’s the one screaming for help.
When I reach the door, I push it open. Light from the main room filters through the threshold and shines over the bed. Lucia is fast asleep and thrashing under the covers. She looks as though she is trying to violently fight off an invisible assailant.
Stepping toward the bed, I call out her name. It does nothing to rouse her from her nightmare. Against all my normal instincts, I lean forward to wrap my arms around her—she seemed at peace clinging to my chest in the car earlier. The moment I touch her, she swats in my direction. Her nails rake down my face, and I hiss through my clenched teeth as I pull her against me and pin her arms to her sides.
She attempts in vain to break free from my hold, but my muscular build easily overpowers her small frame. Determination keeps her going until she quickly begins to tire.
“Shhh, little lamb. You’re safe here,” I whisper as I tighten my hold and pull her even tighter against me. Something about my voice—or maybe even my arms wrapped around her—comforts her, and she slowly begins to melt into my chest. “That’s it.”
I hold her for a moment, waiting for her heart to stop thumping against my arm and for her breathing to slow, before turning to lay her back on the bed. Still fast asleep, she fists tightly at my shirt when I begin to loosen my arms around her body, her knuckles immediately turning white.
“Fine,” I huff more to myself than her. Embracing her tightly with one arm, I reposition the pillows against the headboard to make a makeshift chair. If I’m going to sleeping sitting up with her on my lap, I at least want to be comfortable. Scooting us both across the bed, I take my seat, lean against the headboard, and drape her legs over my lap. She nuzzles into me as I shift my weight to get semi-comfortable.
The couch was definitely more comfortable than this.
Her breathing has returned to normal, and the soft thud of her heart against my arm is now barely noticeable. For someone screaming at the top of their lungs no less than a few minutes ago, I can’t fathom how she’s still sound asleep.
Sun filters through the bedroom window, rousing me from my sleep. I must’ve dozed off quickly because I barely remember anything after pulling Lucia onto my lap.
Lucia has released her death grip on my shirt, and she is sleeping peacefully tucked underneath my arm with her head resting against my chest. While I know I shouldn’t, I cannot seem to fight the compulsion to brush back the hair covering her face.
Her skin is riddled with bruises and tiny scars, which will heal or fade over time. Staring at her, there is no denying that hiding beneath them is an absolutely gorgeous woman.
Why any man would want to destroy that is beyond me.
My rough fingers tuck the hair behind her ear, and she begins to stir against me. Her eyelids flutter, and for a moment, I’m met with her serine, dark, caramel eyes. However, the moment is fleeting, and her body quickly becomes rigid against mine. The look in her eyes is suddenly more comparable to a wounded animal backed into a corner.
A look I know all too well.
