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Scratching at his arm fails to loosen his grip, and the stars before me seem to get brighter and brighter. I open my mouth to answer, but only a grunted gasp for air escapes me. My chest tugs for more of it, my muscles panicking, trembling in their desperation to break his grip.
His mouth slants over mine, the spearing of his tongue jabbing past my teeth and inciting more panic, as I claw at him for one gasp of oxygen.
Darkness closes in from the fringes, my field of view shrinking, until he drops me to the floor, where I fall into a slump.
I inhale and wheeze, desperate to fill my lungs.
“Go brush your fucking teeth. Almost made me puke kissing you.”
Ignoring him, I focus on the chandelier lamp hanging over the small kitchen table as it grows darker and darker, shrinking into a pinprick I can’t see through.
* * *
Voices reach inside the void, and I focus on them. Masculine voices. And boisterous laughter.
“Too much fucking wine.” The sound of Calvin’s voice twists inside my stomach, and I frown.
My eyelids flip open to a blurry scene of four men sitting around my kitchen table. The chandelier sits cockeyed. The scent of cigarettes and beer stirs the nausea already swirling in my gut, and I push up to a sitting position, realizing I’ve been lying on the kitchen floor for however long these men have been here, the stiffness in my cheek and shoulder confirming it.
“Look who’s awake, boys!” Smoke propped between his lips, Calvin shuffles a stack of cards, while the other three spare a quick glance back at me. “Had to rig the light, stupid thing kept hitting Jimmy in the forehead. Might’ve cracked one of the little crystal thingies when he swatted it.”
A throb pounds inside my head. I push to a stand, stumbling backward a step, and I reach out for the stove, just catching my fall.
“C’mere a sec, love. Gotta ask you something.”
“I need to go lie down.”
“In a minute. Just come over here for a sec.”
Instead, I ignore him, truly needing the spinning inside my head to cease. As I pass, a firm grip wraps around my arm, yanking me backward, and I fall awkwardly onto his lap. His arm bands around me, and I squirm, every muscle in my body weak as though still oxygen starved.
“Let me go!”
“I told ya, boys. She’s a feisty one!” Over the chorus of laughter that follows, a hard smack stings my thigh. “I took the liberty of going through your phone while you were out, and I happened to stumble across amightyinteresting little discovery.”
The confession alone is horrifying, but my head can’t even begin to wrap itself around the terrifying nature of him going through my phone.
Abandoning the cards in his left hand, he lifts my phone from somewhere beside him. “You guys ever heard ofreverse harem erotica?”
Oh, God. I downloaded a book a few weeks back—a really raunchy story about a woman held against her will by a band of criminals. I only got about halfway through, when the story took a really dark turn, the men totally degrading and disgusting in what they make her do. Unfortunately, I forgot to delete the book off my app.
“From what little I read, just picking up where Ivy, here, left off, it seems to be some kind ofrapefantasy, or something. Apparently, this girl in the book is into some pretty kinky shit.”
“I’m not reading it. It’s disgusting.”
“Don’tsounddisgusting. And you did read quite a bit of it, from what I seen, love.” His knee bounces below me, jostling my body, and I squirm to get away again, but he holds my arms behind my back, jutting my breasts forward. “Look at them titties, boys. Anyone feel like touchin’ ‘em?” Pressure against my elbows prods me forward into the man sitting next to us. “Go on, it’s your only chance. I don’t like sharing what’s mine, but tonight? I’ll make an exception for you, boys.”
In the pause that follows, the man beside me drops his gaze to my breasts, and his tongue sweeps across his lips like a predator.
“Don’t you fucking touch me!”
“Girl said that in the book, too, but we all know it’s a front. These bitches act like they’re all independent and against rape.” Still holding me bound, Calvin rests his head on my shoulder, and it takes every ounce of restraint not to head-butt his nose. “But they sure love to read the shit, don’t they?”
“Fuck you. I never said I wanted that! It’s fiction, you ignorant ass.”
In all honesty, I have fantasized about threesomes and foursomes, and even a small bit of dubious consent, butonlyas a fantasy, and certainly not with this prick and his band of misfits.
Curling his fingers into the neck of my shirt, he yanks it down over one breast, exposing my black bra beneath. “Look at that pretty bra. In the book, one of the bastards shoves it into the bitch’s mouth, before fucking her with a dildo. ‘Sat sound like fun to you, Ivy? Sound like a good fucking time? Huh?” He bounces me again, my breast sloppily jostling with the movement. “Touch her, Mike. Feel how nice those titties fit into your palm.”
