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Looking into his eyes, I saw nothing but empty holes. I didn't recognize him, didn't know his voice. He was a large man with dark greasy hair slicked back tight against his scalp. A thin patch of facial hair followed his chin and trickled up to his ears.

He was well dressed, to my surprise. A black button-up wrapped his torso, rolling up on his forearms, his pants had seams running down the front, pin-straight ironed out seams.

“Did your mommy iron your pants for you?” I couldn't stop my tongue from lashing out, even if it earned me a second, harder crack across my jaw.

“You're gonna learn quick, that mouth needs to stop.” His fingers teased the edge of my bra strap, flicking it on my shoulder. “Or it's going to get you in trouble.”

“Fuck you.”

“There she goes again, Tony. She wants to fuck you.”

“Well, she knows her position here then.” Bringing his mouth to my ear, he whispered. “Because I'm going to make you wish you never woke up, never broke free, never metme.”

His tongue licked my lobe, teeth biting down hard. Letting out a loud yelp, I tried to move away, free my arms, and kick him.

But I couldn't.

I was too small to break out from the muscles holding me tight.

The man behind me was still faceless, but that didn't last very long. The guy he called Tony pulled a gun from behind his back, pushing it snugly against my temple. “No more games, Sweetheart.”

The barrel was pressed so hard against my skin, I could feel the death it held inside. He didn't wield the gun like it was his first time holding one.

This man had experience, and I didn't plan on dying in here like that. So I went into survival mode two; play his game for now, and wait. The right time to get away will show itself, and I'll grab it by the balls. I was determined not to miss my opportunity, but now—with a gun to my face—was not the time.

Kicking the gun towards the back of the room, he said, “Move.”

Vince released me slowly, stepping to the side and pulling out his sidearm. “I want her first, Tony.”

“Fuck you man, no way. I took the pipe to the head, she's mine first.”

No . . . No . . .

Anything but that.

I could feel the tears welling up behind my eyes. The room became glossy, covered in a watery haze. “Please, please don't. You don't have to do this.”

Deep down I didn't want to beg them, but I didn't want to be violated . . . Not here, not like this.

“Um, yeah we do. I'm taking mine, I deserve that much for getting you here.” The cold barrel of the gun slid across my lower back. His voice was smiling, making me ill to my stomach. “With an ass like that, I can't not take the piece I earned.”

“You're a fucking sicko, you know that? You get your jollies off raping women, how pathetic.You're fucking pathetic.”Sneering, I ground my teeth together, wishing any amount of pain to come down and strike him where he stood.

His fingers dove into my hair, coiling painfully around the roots, and snapping my head back. “I thought I told you to watch that mouth?” Shoving me forward, I landed on my hands and knees at the feet of Vince.

I had this sick feeling of being their twisted play toy seep through my skin and turn my brain into hot soup. And I hated it.

I had lived it already, was living it before I ended up here.

Looking up at Vince, he was skinnier than the other guy, but just as massive. His hair was longer, pulled back in a smooth ponytail, a devilish grin peeling up on his face. “I think I'm going to like this one, Tony.” His teeth bared down on his lip, hand grossly cupping and squeezing his groin. “She's feisty, I love a woman who doesn't make it easy.”

“Slow down, Vince, you get my sloppy seconds.” Tony's hand wrapped around my neck, lifting me up on my knees.

“I don't care, either way I'm going to fuck her till she bleeds.” Vince bent down, twirling a strand of my nappy hair around his finger. “You'll like that, won't you?”

Pulling saliva up from the back of my throat, I let it fly right into his face. “Fuck you too, Asshole.”

Vince's face went from excited to sour, grimacing instantly. And in one quick snap, he swung the butt of the gun across my cheek. I could hear the cracking of bone under the metal object, my jaw shattering and displacing in agonizing pain.