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thirty nine
ALEXYS
Trying desperately to scream for help, my eyes lock on the two men standing before me. Both have a sadistic look in their eyes that terrifies me beyond any fear that I have ever known. Pulling my back even tighter to his chest, he continues to withhold my ability to breathe. The man holding me presses his lips to my ear and whispers, “Why aren’t you screaming for me? We prefer it when you whores fight back.”
His hands roughly rake down my body, and I wince when it grips my pussy over my pants. As he roughly kneads his hand between my thighs, I whimper and tears begin to roll down my cheeks.
Loosening his hold slightly, he turns my face and aggressively holds it in place as his wet tongue slowly licks up my tears before he groans, “That’s more like it.”
Gesturing for his friends to come closer, he directs them both, “Get her clothes.”
They waste no time following his commands. The two of them reach to unfasten my pants as I struggle to free myself from the man behind me, flailing and kicking my legs to keep them away from me. My leg hurls and I manage to catch one of them in the balls, causing him to momentarily double over in pain.
“Fuckingputa,” he groans. Standing, he lifts his arm, swinging it down hard as the back of his hand crashes against my face. I cry out in pain as his spit splatters against my face and into my mouth.
I involuntarily recoil into the man behind me, and he snarls, “I’m not going to save you, pretty girl.”
The spitter pulls a knife from the back of his pants and waves it in front of my face, “Fucking kick me again you fucking whore and I’ll make extra holes for our cocks.”
Continuing to fight violently against them, they rake my pants down my legs.
“Nobragas,” the quiet one looks me over, “maltida puta.”
“Tu madre,” I spit back at him. I might not know a lot of Spanish but based on the look on his face I apparently know enough.
His fist drives into my stomach, and I gag as it knocks the wind out of me. Catching my breath, I smirk at him and snarl, “You don’t like that, huh? Maybe we can talk about yourabuelanext.”
The next punch lands against my face, causing me to momentarily see stars as I fight against unconsciousness. I fight with everything I have because I refuse to wake up with one of these men slipping inside me when I can’t fight back.
I’d rather they fucking kill me.
The spitter with the knife slices through my shirt and bra, dropping the last of my clothes to the floor. Leaving me bare before them. Tears well in my eyes, but I refuse to cry and give them the power that they are seeking.
“What is it going to take to get you to scream for me?” the vile man behind me hisses in my ear. He holds his free hand out in front of me palm up, and the other man drops his knife into it. Slowly, he drags the tip of the blade along my stomach, leaving a thin bloody trail in its wake. Gritting my teeth, I wince as my skin feels as though it is catching fire.
Drops of blood trickle down my thighs, and I watch in disgust as the two men in front of me salivate at the sight of it dripping to the floor. A hard dick grinds against my bare ass, and I fight the urge to vomit when he whispers into my ear again, “Our cocks like the sight of your blood. And we plan to have you covered in plenty of it by the time we’re done with you.”
He roughly throws me toward the floor, and my knees hit the hardwood with a painful thud. Scrambling, I try to get to my feet but a large boot kicks my hip knocking me back to the ground. He kicks again, up under my stomach against the seeping wound. I cry out breathlessly in pain before my body crumples to the floor.
Splayed on the floor, one of them takes no time to climb on top of me. He tries to pin me down, but I fight against him as though my life depends on it.
“A little fucking help,” he groans, gripping my hips and tossing my body onto the coffee table. Painfully pinning my hips against the edge, one of his friends grabs my hands and pulls me across the table. Barely able to move beneath them, my hips grind against the lip of the table trying to free myself.
“If you’re not fucking hard, get the fuck out of my way,” the man, who was holding me, shoves his friend out of the way and makes room for himself to kneel between my knees. “Maybe you’ll scream for me when I take your ass raw. Or maybe it’ll be when we’ve all had our fill and I fuck your worn out cunt with my blade.”
“We should call her boyfriend and let him listen,” the man holding my hands snickers. “Let him hear her scream while we all use his little whore.”
One of them rifles through my purse, and I hear the distinct ring of a video call.
Distracted by the sound of a zipper behind me, I thrash against the table and scream. A hand slides down my spine and he purrs, “That’s a good girl.”
forty
ANDRES
Speeding through the city, I continue to call Lex’s phone. Every call rings through to voicemail.
Pulling up to the building, I bring the car to a stop partially on the sidewalk before putting it in park, throwing open my car door and pulling on my mask. Racing up the stairwell, I’m rounding the fourth floor when my phone rings. Without stopping, I pull it from my pocket to seeMi Reinaon the screen.
