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“She looks good like this, doesn’t she?” he asks, looking at Scott. Scott doesn’t say a word. He just keeps his mouth shut.
“What the hell are you doing this for, Twitch?” I ask him. I’m past the point of being afraid of them and onto the part where I’m really pissed off.
“I’m keepin’ you. Isn’t that obvious?”
“Chained to a bed?”
“If that’s the only way to keep you. Then yeah.”
“You could unchain me,” I tell him trying to get on his good side. I’ll play into his little delusional games if that’s what it takes to get out of here. Twitch leans closer and grabs my chin roughly between his fingers, jerking my face toward his.
“You think I’m stupid?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“The first chance you get, you’re gonna run, Yenni, and honestly, I’m tired of chasin’ your ass. So this is how it’s gonna be,” he says before releasing the grip on my face. He sits back a little and reaches for my leg, slowly running his fingers up my thigh. I try to jerk away, but he doesn’t let me. His grip tightens to the point of pain.
“There’s no sense in fightin’ me.”
“I won’t stop fighting you,” I snarl at him. It’s true. I will fight him until I take my last breath. He isn’t going to get what he wants from me that easily.
“Scott, get the chains,” he orders over his shoulder without taking his eyes off me. I chill wraps around me as Scott moves out of the room only to return with another set of chains. I know this is for my legs. I kick them, trying to push myself up the bed so they can’t chain my ankles, but then Twitch moves. He’s on top of me in seconds, his hard body pressing mine into the mattress. I struggle to breathe and shove at him, but the chains on my wrists bite into my skin, and I stop. There’s no preventing this no matter how hard I try, and I know that deep down. However, something in me, a spark of fire, wants to make it that much harder on him. And I will.
He pushes me off when he sees I stop struggling, and Scott grabs my ankles. He clamps the chain around each one and then to the end of the bed. I’m spread open for them in nothing but a skirt that leaves little coverage for me.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” he tells me before his hand is back. I try to clench my legs together, but there’s no use. Twitch’s fingers glide up my thigh and under the hem of my skirt before touching me. I jerk, trying to pull away, but I can’t. Scott has tightened the chains on my arms and legs, so I can’t even move.
“Come here, Scott,” he tells him. Scott walks over and sits on the other side of the bed when Twitch reaches over and grabs his hand. He shoves it under my skirt and straight to my bare pussy. I breathe through my nose, trying to calm the anger inside me. The rage is almost consuming.
“Feel that? She’s wet.”
“No, I’m not. You’re just stupid,” I hiss. He forces Scott’s hand over my pussy and squeezes down. I want to scream, but I won’t give them that satisfaction. Instead, I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood.
“She wants us,” Twitch tells him. Again, I keep my mouth shut. That is until I feel fingers sink inside me. Now I thrash around on the bed, trying to get them away from me, but it does no good. Twitch and Scott both have fingers inside me, stroking me. I writhe on the bed, trying to pull at the chains to escape, and for what? I know this is happening. There’s no stopping it.
“Take your clothes off,” Twitch tells Scott. He pulls his fingers free and stands from the bed, glaring at him.
“No.”
“What do you mean, no?”
“I’m not doing that,” Scott tells him. Tears stream down my cheeks as I realize what will happen to me.
“You’re not? Would you rather I shoot her in the head?” Twitch asks before pulling his fingers free and standing from the bed. He pulls his gun from the back of his jeans and walks closer, pressing it to my temple. Now I lose it.
“Do it! Pull the fucking trigger, Twitch!” I’d rather be dead than have him anywhere near me.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks with a chuckle.
“Take your clothes off, Scott.” His voice holds a demand this time. I shake my head at Scott, willing him not to do this. I look at him with pleading eyes, but if it has to be one of them, I’d rather it be Scott. I don’t want Twitch anywhere near me.
Vomit sits at the back of my throat, watching Scott slowly take his clothes off. Twitch keeps the gun pressed to my head, and I silently beg him to do it. I don’t want either one of them touching me.
Scott climbs on the bed, directed by Twitch.
“This will be the only time you get her. Do you understand me?” He tells Scott. Scott nods his head, and I see that his cock is hard. How is he hard if he’s being forced into this? My stomach recoils at the thought.
Before I know it, Scott is thrusting into me as I sob. Twitch seems pleased with himself as he keeps the gun pressed into my temple hard enough to leave a mark.
