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My arms flail as I attempt to hit him. I did my nails into his face, but the psycho just laughs and wraps his other hand around my throat, cutting off my air supply.
He squeezes and I start to see spots in my vision as I struggle to try to get air.
He starts to move us back, and my hands claw at the one around my neck, but he’s too strong, and I am starting to lose my ability to stay conscious.
Without warning, I am thrown backward, and my body lands on the mattress. With his hands no longer on my throat, I take a deep breath as my lungs struggle to get air back in them. I try to react as fast as I can, but he is on top of me too quickly.
Scorpion’s body presses into me, his hands grab mine, and with speed on his side, I feel something cold click around my wrist and then another click around the other one.
The fucker handcuffed me to the metal frame of the bed. I pull on the binds, but I am locked in. He looks at me struggling and laughs.
“Aw, poor baby. Trapped and no way to fight back.” So sad that he thinks that. He cuffed my hands, not my legs.
As he shifts slightly above me, it gives me enough space to knee him right in the fucking small dick he carries. His eyes go wide, and his mouth drops open, but no sound comes out.
He rolls off the bed, groaning in pain as he cups his shrimp dick. I use that as an opportunity to twist myself so I can see if I can get out of this. I twist so that I’m now kneeling beside the bed as I yank on the metal bars of the frame.
The frame is rusted, and I can see movement as I pull. But I am weak and tired.
But I need to survive and get the fuck out of here.
I grunt as I try to shift the bar back and forth, but nothing is working. Suddenly, I feel hands in my hair as he pulls on it so hard it causes me to scream in pain.
My head tips up so I can see the feral look in his eyes and the snarl on his lips. “You want to play dirty? Perfect. I love when they fight.”
I watch as he grabs a knife from his back pocket and flips it open. My eyes go wide in fear, and I try to pull away from him, but his grip on my hair keeps me stuck in place.
“Stay still, or I may cut you. Not that it would stop me from fucking you. God only knows I would fuck your corpse, but I want you to feel my cock taking what I’ve been wanting this entire time.”
My body stills as I feel the metal on my skin right above my leggings.
His hand releases my hair and with a swift movement, pulls my leggings away from me and slices through them exposing my underwear. He then proceeds to cut the underwear off me, pulling them off through the leggings.
“Fucking beautiful ass,” he groans.
“Please, don’t. No. Please.” A sob wrenches from my throat.
“She speaks! Good. I hate the silent types. Let me hear you scream, kitten. Purr for me.” I hear his zipper drop, and that’s when I use every ounce of energy in me to let out the most blood-curdling scream I can.
He kneels behind me, and I shake my head screaming “no” and “stop” as I feel his hands on my exposed skin. This can’t be happening. He’s going to rape me.
No, no, no. Please, God. Help me!
“Enough, Scorpion,” a voice behind us, that I don’t recognize, says.
“Oh, come on, Prez. Let me just get my dick wet,” he sighs.
“There will be plenty of time for that. Right now, we have to have our guest meet some important people.”
Scorpion sighs, and I feel him get up. “You got it, Prez. But I would keep her cuffed. She’s got some fight in her.”
“She won’t for long,” another voice drawls, and I recognize it instantly. A shiver runs down my spine, and I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
Damien.
He grabs my hair and yanks my head to the side as I see him undo one of the cuffs. My left hand gets released and with everything I have, I try swinging it at him. But with the position he has me in, I can’t get enough leverage or strength to reach him.
Damien lets out a laugh, as does whoever else is behind us.