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“Suck it. Even if the worm is soft as a fucking limp noodle.” Damien snarled and to show he was serious, he pointed the gun at her head again, pressing the butt against her forehead.
“If you don’t, I’ll start putting holes in him.” He said and Anya glared before her eyes met mine. She brushed her hand over my inner thigh before she gripped my soft cock and ran her tongue over the tip.
My breath shuddered at the feeling and I felt myself grow hard despite the pain and the situation.
“Look at that. He does work after all. Good. Swallow him up, little whore.” Damien said and Anya did as she was told, taking me into her mouth.
I looked down at her, trying to remove our surroundings from my mind. If I focused only on her, I could get through this.
So, I watched her mouth as her lips covered my cock, lost myself to the feeling of wet warmth as her mouth sucked me deep.
When she was almost all the way to my base, Damien reached out and pushed her further down. Her eyes widened as she gagged, but he didn’t let her up.
I tried to back away, to shift to give her room to breathe but I had nowhere to move. Damien laughed as she began to flounder, her eyes watering as she chocked on my cock.
“Look at you, struggling with cock down your throat. Fuck, I’m getting so hard watching you. Choke on it, Anya. Choke on the cock that you love so much.” He crooned as Anya's hands tried to push herself away.
“Let her go!” I snarled and Damien shoved her down harder, his eyes meeting mine.
“No. She wants your cock so badly, she can die with it down her fucking slut throat.” He snarled and Anyas nails dug into my thighs as she struggled for breath.
I watched in horror as her eyes began to roll back and before she went completely, Damien yanked her off me by her hair and tossed her to the ground.
She gasped for air, coughing and spluttering, saliva running down her chin as she pressed her face onto the steel floor, her chest heaving.
“That was fun. Death by cock. Wouldn’t that be a fun one to report.” Damien said with a chuckle as the van went over a bump, making him stumble towards me.
I took the opportunity, lashing out to kick him in the knee and grinned at his scream. I must have broken something. Good.
“FUCK! YOU MOTHER FUCKING CUNT!” He snarled before he pointed the gun at me and pulled the trigger.
Forty
Anya
Thesoundofthegunshot hurt my ears in the confinement of the van.
I turned to see the blood pouring out of Beau’s arm and scrambled to get to him.
“Beau!” I cried as I tried to reach him and Damien grabbed my hair, pulling me away.
“No. You both don’t know how to play the game, so we are going to do things a little differently now.” He snapped, holding me against his body, the gun flat against my lower stomach.
“Now you are going to listen, and do everything I say, or I shove this gun up your dirty fucking cunt and pull the trigger. And trust me when I say I will enjoy fucking your bleeding pussy until you bleed to death.” He said as I stared at Beau.
He was breathing harshly, slumped over again but his eyes were on Damien.
The van came to a stop, and I stumbled forward a few steps, Damien’s weight pushing me further.
Thank God. We had stopped. This would all be over soon.
The door to the van slid open and I stared into the face of Phillip the Collector. He smiled and gestured for me to get out.
I stumbled out of the van, Damien right on my heels, limping. I hoped Beau broke his knee. We were in a warehouse of some sort, and I looked around at the various shelves, all lined with… heads.
What the actual fuck!
There were heads in jars. Perfectly preserved heads floating in fucking jars. Phillip stood in front of me with a smile.
