“Lying to me keeps you in trouble, little rabbit.” He kisses my ear. “You see all these men? There’s seventy-one of them. If you keep this up, I’m going to let them have you.”
A gasp leaves me in shock. Genuine fear runs through me, and I shake my head. He takes my arms and yanks them. The zip tie comes off, but not without damage to my wrists. I can feel the torn skin pulsating. I bring them from behind my back, and I wince.
“Move your arms above your head.” I tremble at Kronos’s demand. The fear gnawing at me, stealing my ability to move. Kronos moves his hands from me, and I look at him. He pulls his gun out, and I bounce on the balls of my feet as the men around us step closer toward me. My hands shoot above my head.
“Clasp onto the hook and don’t let go.” Kronos’s words make me close my eyes as I try to grasp the situation I’m in.Why couldn’t he just take me home?
“Eyes open. Clasp the damn hook!” Kronos barks at me in frustration. My eyes open as I struggle to reach the hook. I’m on my tiptoes with my body stretched out. The helplessness engulfs me. I’m hurting, but that’s not what has my attention. My heart does. It’s beating rapidly, urging me to run.There are too many eyes on me. Hungry eyes. God, make them go away,please.
As I get a hold of the hook, Kronos runs the gun up my spine. I arch away from him, scared out of my mind that he’s going to shoot me. “Spread your legs, Charlotte.”
How? I think to myself. As I try to move on my tiptoes, my hands slip off the hook.
“Williams, lower the crane a little more.”
The crane squeaks and hums as it lowers, touching the crown of my head. “Hands on the hook, Charlotte.” His gun lands with a slap against my left hip. “Feel the cool metal against your skin, little rabbit, and know this gun has killed for you.”
I shiver at the thought of being the reason someone is dead. “Kronos, please, just um…” I lose my train of thought as a large man, well over six-foot-five, comes up.
“You were saying, little rabbit?” Kronos moves the gun down the slit of my ass.
“I want to go home,” I whisper, uncertain where home is anymore. Am I telling him I want to go home with him? Or home to the apartment building that I’m pretty sure is uninhabitable? The answer is unclear, and that makes me squirm with uncertainty.
“Johnson, come closer,” Kronos demands of the man who’s looking at me like I’m a piece of meat to be devoured.
“Charlotte, Johnson here is ready to fuck you. You see that hard bulge in his pants?” I turn my face away. He can’t be serious. As I shake from holding the hook, Kronos shoves the barrel of the gun into my pussy.
I scream with fear and pain. I wasn’t expecting him to shove it in. The cool metal slides into me and my eyes are wide. “Kr—”
“You see how he’s looking at you, rubbing that cock of his?” I close my eyes. I can’t look. No. I refuse to do so. Kronos chuckles in my ear and yanks my head toward him by my hair.
“Did I tell you to close your eyes?”
“No.”
“No what, Charlotte?”
“Um, no, Sir?” I ask, dumbfounded by what he wants. I stay still, trying not to move so I don’t get shot in the pussy.
“You have a choice, Charlotte. You can fuck this gun that has killed for you, or you can fuck Johnson.”
Kronos is such a psycho.What type of choices are those?My mind goes a mile a minute trying to figure out how to get out of this. In the end, I concede to him. He moves the gun out of my pussy and then back in. It doesn’t hurt. I hesitate to tell him my answer.
“Take your cock out, Johnson.”
The man doesn’t hesitate to shove down his pants. My eyes go wide as I stare at what has to be the largest cock I’ve ever seen.
“No. Please.” I panic as I move against the gun, and it dips into me, touching my intimate spots, turning me on. “I’m sorry, Kronos, I’ll be good. The… the gun, Kronos, please.”
Johnson chuckles and takes a step back. “Well, fuck.”
It seems like a game. Have they played this game with another woman before? Furious jealousy rages through me as I turn toward Kronos.What the hell is wrong with me?I need a psychologist. There is no way I should be jealous. His eyes search mine and he must like what he sees. He kisses me hard as he shoves the gun a little deeper inside of me.
“Spread your legs, Charlotte.”
I don’t hesitate this time, despite the fear running rampant inside of me. It’s amazing how much fear can motivate me. It’s never-ending lately.
“Do I have your attention now, Charlotte?”I move my hips into the gun, showing submission to him and the craziness. My lower lip trembles with the need to cry and moan at the same time. He shoves the gun in deeper and I take it, meeting his thrusts.
