Page 108 of Shattered In Darkness

Laughter. All around me. Like hyenas. Like monsters chasing meat.

It’s cold in the room. No, it burns. My skin sweats, sticks to the sheets. I can feel my nipples poke through the dress, hard and sore. A mouth seals over one. Sucks and bites. I whimper, but it’s not loud enough. Not even close.

A bottle clinks down. The glass sweats, just like me. Someone’s knuckle shoves into my cheek. I gag, half-choking, liquid running down my throat. Vodka? Lemon. Something chemical. It burns inside my chest.

There’s a hand around my throat. A thumb on my lips. Fingers dig so deep into my face.

My skirt is at my waist, and I know I should close my legs, but I can’t. My knees won’t even pretend. Hands force them wider. I’m open. It’s a show.

A man shoves his cock between my thighs. I feel the slap of it, hot and wet and so wrong I feel my brain try to peel away from my skull. It hurts. Cold air, then heat, then all at once his hips snap forward and I split.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I try to say the word. All that comes out is a sick noise, wet in my throat.

He’s inside me, all the way. More than one. Hands everywhere. Grabbing, pinching, shoving. I want to vomit. I want to die. My body thrashes, but it’s not mine. I’m a puppet in someone else’s game.

He fucks me rough. Hands squeeze my tits. Nails rip my skin. My face is pressed into the mattress and it stinks of someone else, months of sweat and cigarettes and strangers. Another man jams his fingers in my hair, yanks my head up. My jaw is pried apart.

He makes me suck him. My lips don’t close, they just slide open and he’s in my mouth, salty and sour. I gag. He fucks my face anyway.

Everything is blurry. Lights strobe.

Hands in my hair. Hands on my throat. Cheeks stretched, mouth split wide.

My jaw aches. I can’t breathe. The man at my mouth pushes deeper, grabs my head and makes me gag again. My tongue goes numb. I try to cough but there’s nowhere for air to go. I think I might black out.

Laughter. It buzzes behind my eyes. More hands. Rough, hard, greedy.

My body twitches. Numb. I can’t pull away. I can’t do anything.

The men move me, they bend me over. My face still locked down, wet and choking, spit running out. Someone else is behind me now. His cock shoves in. Dry. I go hollow. My ribs close around nothing.

A moan, not mine. I feel the weight of him, the way he pounds in. Pain. My body stretches, my thighs shake. I try to flinch but he holds my hips still, bruising grip, hands chewing into the flesh.

Something is wrong with the light. It stutters. Faces blur together, melt into mouths and eyes. They switch places. The hand at my neck pulls me up for air.

Slap. My cheek burns. The world jumps. I don’t even know who does it.

I float above, watching the girl in the dress get used. Her head lolls. Her eyes don’t close all the way. Her knees splay further with each push. She’s a hole for them to fill. Nothing else.

Another mouth at my ear. “Don’t pass out, baby. Stay with us. That’s a good girl.”

Hands slap my tits. My chest is naked. Fingers pinch my nipples, twist them, roll them until I whimper. More laughing.

The first man finishes in my mouth. I taste it. It’s hot and bitter. Sticks at the edges of my tongue. He lets go and my head flops forward.

I swallow, choke, spit leaks down my chin.

A new hand grabs my hair. Forces my mouth open again. Another cock. He slides in easy, fucks my face like it’s a toy. My head bangs against the mattress.

I gag. My lips crack at the edges.

The man behind me pulls out. Something runs down the back of my thigh.

They switch. Over and over. I am tossed, mouths and cocks and hands everywhere. My mind goes numb. My body is sore, holes leaking, skin on fire.

I disappear somewhere. Float above it all. I watch my own body go limp, just cargo for them to pass around. I can’t cry. I can’t scream. I am just a thing.