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“Stop!” I cry.

But they punch Mal again, and he crumples to the ground, his knees beneath him. He lifts his chin and mouths, I’m sorry.

My heart just about breaks. I need to buy some time. Cain and Roman are coming; I know they are.

“Don’t you want to have some fun?” I throw at the brothers. “Do you like my dress? I wore it specially.” I give my hips and tits a jiggle. There’s only a little of them, so they don’t move that much, but it seems to focus the brothers’ attention.

“Slutty nurse,” the big one sneers. “Yeah, we like a slutty nurse. I’ve got a problem with my cock that I need you to look at. It could use a massage to make it big and hard again.”

He lets go of Malachi to lewdly grab his cock over his pants.

“I can do that for you. But you’ll have to come over here. In fact, I could play naughty nurse to all three of you at once. You’ve seen that I have three men with me. Well, I have them all to myself at home. I’m used to taking three cocks at once.”

The second brother’s eyes glaze over with lust at the image I’ve just put in his head. “Fuck, she really is a slutty nurse.”

I hate them calling me that. Just because I love, and am loved by, three men doesn’t make me a slut. If calling me that means their attention is away from Mal, though, who’s still catching his breath, then they can call me whatever the hell they want.

I flutter my lashes. “Why else did God give us three holes if He didn’t intend for us to use them?”

Big guy cracks his knuckles. “Yeah, too fucking right.”

I think he’s about to stalk over and take the lead, but Clown Face puts himself between me and his brother. “I’m getting her first. You’ll just take over, like you always do. I want to put my dick inside her cunt before you. I hate getting your sloppy seconds.”

“Like she said, she’s got three holes. I’ll fuck her ass, and then you won’t need to get my cum all over your dick again.”

I practically vomit at the thought.

Over the big man’s shoulder, I see Mal start to stagger to his feet. I want to cry ‘no’ and tell him to stay down. The biggest brother still has a gun, and the only reason he hasn’t used it on us yet is because it will spoil their fun. They want to drag this out, to eke as much pain and suffering and humiliation from us as they can. They want to watch Malachi break his heart as they rape me in front of him, over and over.

Movement beyond Malachi, at the bottom of the tent, catches my eye. It takes me a moment to process what I’m seeing, but I realize it’s Cain and Roman. They’ve gotten their heads underneath the edge of the canvas so they can see inside.

My heart picks up pace, beating hard enough that I think it’s going to burst from my chest, and a rush of hot and cold floods over me. I know they’re here to help, but all I can think about is that fucking gun and how it could end any one of our lives in a split second.

A hand is shoved between my thighs, wrenching my thoughts from my men and straight back to my own predicament. I’m a distraction, but what I might have to go through before this ends, floods my eyes with tears. I blink them back and grit my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut and lifting my chin to show them I’m not afraid. The longer I can give Cain and Roman, the better.

“Nice wet pussy,” Clown Face croons. “It’s gonna feel great wrapped around my cock.”

He fiddles with his zipper with his other hand, and⁠—

A crack rings out in the tent, loud enough to hurt my ears. My eyes spring open just as the biggest brother crumples to his knees. It takes me a moment to understand what’s happened. A dark bloom appears in the middle of his chest, and I realize the crack was a gunshot.

Did he shoot himself? Why would he do that?

His gun drops from his fingers and lands on the floor of the tent as he follows it, going down hard.

Malachi seizes his moment. He pulls his knife from the waistband of his jeans, and without even getting back to his feet fully, starts slashing at the backs of brother number two’s ankles.

The brother lets out a scream and falls forward. Malachi is on him in an instant, raising the blade and stabbing it directly into the man’s back.

Cain and Roman have both wriggled fully into the tent now and are on their feet. All focus is on the gun the biggest brother has dropped. Clown Face releases me and dives for the weapon. He’s way closer than either Cain or Roman, but another gunshot goes off, and he jerks to the side, clearly afraid of being hit. I turn to look over my shoulder to see who is shooting. The sister stands in the flaps of the entrance, her weapon held out in trembling hands.

She’s helping us, but I still don’t trust her. She’s clearly unstable—how could she not be when she’s got those men as brothers and she’s been surrounded by death and violence? She might decide that we’ve seen too much and she can’t let us leave alive.

We need that other gun.

Cain and Roman have reached the weapon, and Clown Face, who is on the ground, scrambling for it, but instead of going for the gun, Cain lifts his foot and kicks Clown directly in the face with his boot. His head snaps back with a cry of pain, and blood spurts from his nose. He still hasn’t given up, though. He lunges for Cain’s leg, wrapping his hands around his calf and using his grip to haul himself closer. Cain tries to shake him off, but Clown Face sinks his teeth into Cain’s ankle like a fucking rabid dog.

“Motherfucker,” Cain yells.