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I can’t just sit back and watch her get hurt. I’ve been tortured for years thinking of what might have happened to my sister Riley after she got taken. My imagination is cruel enough without having to watch something like this.
The masked man laughs at me coldly.
“Oh, that’s exactly what we intend to do. I doubt this fragile little creature will be capable of relaying her ordeal once we’re all done with her.” I freeze as the unmasked men who are holding her up throw Shaniya to the floor. She screams when the front of her body hits the wood and one of them force the long denim skirt she’s wearing up over her ass as he spreads her legs apart with his knees.
“NO!” I cry out, fighting against the ropes that cut into me, and then, like a fucking pussy, I squeeze my eyes shut tight so I don’t have to watch.
“Storm!” Shaniya screams out my name, expecting me to help her, and the shrill of it stabs into my skull like an icicle. She doesn’t know that I’m tied up, she’ll be wondering why I’m not fighting to save her.
“Open your eyes, bitch boy,” the masked man standing beside me commands, and one of the others nudges an AK into my head when I ignore him, keeping my eyelids firmly together.
“Open your eyes or I’ll put a bullet in her fucking shoulder so Enrik can taste her blood while he fucks her.” The gun goes off, and my eyes snap open. Every man in the room laughs at me when I scream out and I spot the hole in the floor near my feet, but I sigh in relief when I realize it hasn’t gone into Shaniya.
Though any relief is short-lived when I see the man leaning over Shaniya grip her hair through the sack, while he unzips his pants with his other hand.
The scream she makes as he enters her is loud enough to bring the cabin down around us. And I wish it fucking would, just so this could be over for her.
She struggles to get free, but the man forcing himself into her only seems to enjoy himself more. His loud grunts and moans are drowned out by her desperate cries for help.
And I watch helplessly as a second man steps up. Pressing his boot into the back of her head to hold her down so his friend can use his hands on her.
It’s torture watching him grip and grope at her, ripping the clothes from her body and slapping her bare flesh.
“Please stop, please…. Ahhhhhhhhh,” I scream out in frustration when every vein in my body pulses with restrained adrenaline.
I can’t even cover my ears because I’m tied down and if I close my eyes, I know these fuckers will shoot her.
So I’m forced to watch as all four men tear into her like lions scrapping over a fresh kill.
I think about Riley, and wonder if this is what she’s had to face. And for the first time since the day she was taken, I find myself hoping that if it was, she’s dead.
My heartbeat throbs against the ropes, constricting me, and the bile rises from my throat as I throw up, choking on my vomit while the men continue to laugh.
“Stop!” I cry out, looking up at the masked man who stands and watches beside me. He ignores me, getting far too much pleasure out of the scene in front of us. Shaniya’s been flipped onto her back now, she’s held by the first guy who raped her, while a different man fills the space between her legs. And this cunt takes out a flip blade, slashing it through the skin on her stomach.
He smiles darkly as blood seeps from her wounds.
“Make them fucking stop!” I yell, straining against the tight ropes some more. The man in the mask chuckles at me, looking on as the man raping Shaniya pulls out just in time to shoot his load all over her battered body. Shaniya’s petrified screams shake my bones and all I can do is sit helplessly.
“Make him fucking stop!” I repeat, as Shaniya begs for my help, then she calls for Troj, screaming so loud that my head feels like it's gonna erupt.
Eventually, the noises stop, and I wonder if it’s just my head blocking them out now. But that’s not the case. Shaniya’s just given up the fight. Her body’s limp, and just the occasional moan of pain comes from her throat.
The man on top of her rips the sack off her face and her head rolls in my direction.
There’s nothing in her eyes as she stares back at me, it’s like she’s dead and already haunting me. She must hate me, and if by some miracle we get out of this, to her I’ll always be the guy who watched her get raped by four savage bastards.
The guy who couldn’t save her.
The final man finishes inside her and spits directly into her left eye after. She doesn’t even flinch at it. She’s gone to a place where nobody can hurt her, a place I wonder if she’ll ever come back from.
The men all step away from her looking smug at the mess they’ve made of her body, and I can’t help wonder how long that smugness will last after Troj finds out what they did to his girl.
“My turn.” The man in the suit slowly steps forward, placing himself over Shaniya’s broken body. He grabs her chin in his hand and forces her head around to look at him. She suddenly surges to life, screaming, and fighting. But she’s weak against him, and her body trembles as he places himself over her. He takes his time with her, whispering things that I can’t hear over her sobs, as he strokes over every curve of her already ruined body.
My view gets blocked when one of the other men steps in front of me. His lips are stained with Shaniya’s blood, and his knife is back in his hand again. He clutches it in his fist as he gets closer to me.
“Now let's make sure that message gets back loud and clear, shall we?” He smiles darkly before he attacks.
