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What the actual fuck?
“Her mouth is fucking perfect. You were right. This little cunt is the perfect fuck toy,” the large, sweat-covered stranger tells Drew.
My eyes flit back to Drew, only it’s no longer Drew. It’s him. My captor.
No!
“Drew! Drew!” I scream at the top of my lungs, or at least I try to asthe creep next to me turns my head and shoves his disgusting dick in my mouth. I gag, bile rising up with each thrust.
“She’s got the tightest cunt I have ever fucked,” my captor says as he starts to lower his body on top of mine.
I can’t breathe. He pushes inside me, over and over. Grunting, breathing heavily, muttering things. Tears spill overmy eyes, and my entire body feels like dead weight. His breath reeks of stale cigarettes and whiskey.
Someone help.
Someone fucking help me!
The stranger next to me pulls his dick out just enough, and I let out a blood-curdling scream.
He found me. He fucking found me.
Chapter Twenty
DREW
“Drew!”My name being shouted from Rae’s room has my eyes firing open and me springing out of bed. I immediately fly down the stairs heading for her room. I can hear her groaning as I get closer to her door.
But then a sound stops me.
A guttural scream comes from her room. I immediately push open the door and find her thrashing on her bed.
“Rae! Raelyn!” I raise my voice as I run over to the side of the bed. “Rae, sweetheart, wake up for me.” I kneel beside her, and her eyes fly open.
They meet mine, and she lets out another scream as she tries to scramble from the bed. She tosses herself off the mattress and crawls as fast as she can toward the corner of the room, where she wraps her arms around her knees as she brings them up to her chest.
My eyes widen in fear over what has her completely freaked out. I slowly walk toward her, but I keep my distance.
“Rae, sweetheart, whatever happened, it was a dream. I’m right here. I can help,” I offer softly. Her body is vibrating, and she is clearly shaken from whatever the nightmare was.
“It was you.” Her words barely come out. Her eyes won’t meet mine anymore. She stares down at the floor as she starts to rock.
“What was me? Rae, talk to me. It was a dream. I promise you, nothing was real.”
She shakes her head. Muttering things, but I can’t understand them. I pull out my phone and text the one person that I think may be able to help.
Me:
Hey. I need you. Rae is having a hard time. I can explain when you get here. But she had a nightmare and shut down.
Nix:
On my way.
About thirty minutes later, Phoenix walks in and sees me sitting on my living room couch.
“What happened?” Her voice is laced with concern, and she looks like she just rolled out of bed. And she probably did. It’s three in the fucking morning.
I shake my head. “I heard her screaming my name, so I ran down to her room. When I got to the door, she let out this horrid scream, so I burst into the room, and she was thrashing in her bed. It was some kind of nightmare, and I tried to wake her from it. But… when I did…” I pause for a moment. Remembering how she looked at me. It killed me that she looked at me like I hurt her. “She lost it when she saw me.”