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Athena
When I wake up again, there are voices outside my room. I’m still on the mattress, still only half-conscious, feeling as if I’m still partially out of my body. Even when I pry my eyes open partway, nothing will settle, the room still spinning around me.
I’m not sure if the door opens in the next few minutes or if I passed out again, and the sound of it wakes me up. I can blurrily see the black-haired girl walking in, along with three other guys. I can’t tell if one of them is Blake or not, and I don’t really care. I’m just afraid of what’s going to happen next.
“She’s too pretty to cut up,” one of the guys says. I want to nod, agree, say yes, absolutely please don’t do that, or threaten them, tell them that Dean, Cayde, and Jaxon are coming. They’re going to be completely fucked if they lay a hand on me, that they’ll regret it for the rest of their lives.
But the problem is, I don’t know if they are coming. I don’t even know if they’ve noticed I’m gone yet, if they passed out from exhaustion and just assumed I was in my room already.
By the time they wake up tomorrow, I could be dead.
The thought is almost terrifying enough to pierce the fog of whatever they drugged me with. It is enough to wake me up a little, which turns out to be a bad thing because my limbs still feel so heavy and dull that I can barely move.
“I don’t care what you do to her,” the girl snaps. “But make sure she’s thoroughly marked up, enough to hurt but not to kill or permanently injure. And make sure she’s so well used those guys won’t ever want to touch her again. Those are the orders.”
Well used.
I want to throw up. It doesn’t take much to figure out what that means. I start squirming the moment one of the guys gets close enough to touch, and he kicks me hard in the ribs, very close to the same spot I was kicked the first time.
It’s enough to take my breath away. I can’t think for a moment about anything other than trying to suck in air, fill my lungs enough to take away the burning pain of not having enough. And while I’m occupied with that, suddenly, all three of the guys are on the bed around me, their hands on my body, pulling at my clothes.
All of my survival instincts kick in at once. I can barely move, but I try my best anyway, writhing away from them, trying to hit them with my elbows, feet, knees, anything that I can make connect. But it’s futile. All of my strength is sapped, my body heavy and slow, and when one of them slaps me hard across the face, it sends the whole room reeling around me.
Another slap comes, this time in the opposite direction, and I taste blood on my lip. Tears spring to my eyes as one of the guys presses against the spot where my lips split, smearing the blood over it as he shoves his thumb into my mouth, making me taste it even more along with his flesh.
“Ooh yeah, suck it, baby,” he says, laughing, and I know I shouldn’t do the first thing that comes to my mind, but I can’t stop myself.
I bite down on his thumb, hard.
“Oh fuck you, bitch!” His fist connects with my jaw, and I feel a hand in my hair, pulling my head back as he forces my mouth open, stuffing more of his fingers inside. “You’re going to take a lot more than this, you filthy little whore.”
It becomes a blur of pain after that. I see the glint of a knife, and I try to squirm away, but now they’re holding me down, or someone is. Black hair falls into my line of view, and I realize it’s the girl, she’s holding me down. I should be able to fight her off—I would be able to if I weren’t so exhausted and drugged and in pain from the blows I’ve already taken.
The guys start cutting my clothing away, and they’re not gentle about it. They don’t bother trying to avoid scoring into my skin with the knife. They just slash away at my clothes, ignoring my cries of pain every time the knife scratches against my flesh or cuts into it. I’m bleeding from half a dozen cuts by the time they get my shirt and bra off, and I try to squirm away from the hands groping at my breasts, but I can’t.
“Fucking lay still!” There’s a punch to the side of my stomach as my jeans and underwear are dragged off, and one of the guys laughs. “I was gonna make her suck me off, but I don’t think I should put my dick anywhere near that mouth.”
“I’ll hold it open for you,” the girl says, and I redouble my efforts to fight her off, but before I can, I feel the prick of a needle in my arm.
Whatever they’ve given me, it hits me fast, threatening to pull me all the way back under into unconsciousness. I wish it would. Maybe it does. Maybe everything that happens after that is a nightmare. I can’t be sure. I hear one of the guys asking for a condom and the girl above me laughing.
“One of the heirs fucked her raw tonight,” she says, her hand gripping my jaw to hold it open, her fingers hooking inside of my mouth. “She’s on some kind of birth control clearly, so go wild.”
No. Oh my god, no.Somehow that makes it worse, if it could be any worse. But the drugs have me so fucked up I’m not even sure what’s really happening anymore. For a moment, I drift out of consciousness, pulled back to reality by one of the guys stuffing himself into my mouth, choking me until I’m pretty sure my next blackout is from the lack of oxygen. I can feel them touching me, groping me, thrusting fingers and more into me, and I can’t move to fight it off.
When my mouth is free again, I think I manage to speak, although I can’t be sure if it’s only in my head or not.
“I’m going to kill every last fucking one of you,” I say, as sincerely and threateningly as I can, my voice choked and hoarse. I think I actually did say it because they start laughing.
They’re still laughing as they take turns atop me, behind me, the girl manhandling me every which way to their demands. I lose track of how many, or if it’s the same three over and over again. When I finally blackout again, I’m grateful for it. At least I won’t have to be awake for whatever they’re going to do to me next.
When I regain a sliver of consciousness, I’m in the back of the truck again, bouncing along one of the rougher roads. I’m still naked, bound, the air freezing cold at this hour on my bare skin, drying the blood and other things streaking most of me. The sky is dark and starless now, and I know it can’t be long until dawn.
I wonder if they’re going to kill me or just dump me somewhere.
It doesn’t take long for me to get my answer. The truck stops along the side of the road that leads into the main part of town, about a mile outside of it, where there’s still minimal traffic until later in the morning. The motorcycles that were following stop too, and the lights shine painfully in my eyes as I’m manhandled out of the truck.
A hand gropes my naked breast, and someone else slaps it away. “Enough of that,” a gravelly voice says. “You boys had your fun. Drop her there, and let’s get the fuck out of here before someone comes by.”
