Page 117 of Deadly Knight

They don’t listen. One grins over at me, winks, and rubs his crotch, practically salivating as his friend violates my girl.

My girl. Katya. She needs me.

She needs so much more thanme. She needs to get the fuck away from all of this, but peace of mind is the only thing I can provide.

“Katya.”

She opens her eyes.

“Eyes on me.”

I’m sorry,I tell her, because I have nothing else. What do I say to a woman getting violated in the worst way possible? What words will help? Fuck, will any?

She shuts her eyes, but I know her. She’s hiding, to savemeas though I matter at all. I don’t.

“Eyes on me,” I manage in a more demanding tone. When she reluctantly opens them, I ask, “Do you remember last summer when we were at the beach? You found a rock that was so smooth, it almost seemed fake? But what made it thatsmooth was its time in the ocean. The water washed away all its rough edges and imperfections.”

The man between her legs comes inside her and my brave girl does her damndest to not react, but she can’t hide how her face tightens uncomfortably. The sight of her discomfort quells the red creeping over my vision—only so I can be the person she needs for this moment, and not a monster lost to his rage.

The third enters her, and she makes a noise to me, not him. A sound of annoyance, displeasure, of her begging me not to talk.

“Positive memories that get tarnished can be wiped off. Like the rock, we’ll make them smooth again. And if we can’t, then we’ll create new ones. Better ones.” My voice cracks. “But this isn’t a moment I want you to remember, so please think about that beach. If good memories need to be sacrificed for that to happen, then I’ll easily toss them away,moya dusha.”

My soul.

It’s the most suitable name for her. She’s my heart outside of my body. My breath outside of my lungs. My soul in corporeal form.

The third asshole finishes inside her and moves away as the fourth and final replace him. A knife catches in the dim lighting. My knife they took from me earlier.

“I want to see your pretty eyes when you take me. Look at me.”

“Svoloch'.”Bastard. More curses spew out, words I barely register speaking.

“The choice is simple. You either look at me as I fuck you, or you fuck the knife.”

Katya stiffens.

My heart stops. If that knife goes anywhere near her like that, I won’t threaten. I won’t fight.

I’ll fuckingdestroy.This chair, first. And then them.

After an apologetic look my way, Katya obeys, turning to face him.

He traces the knife around her face before slamming deep inside her.

“It was a pretty story your boyfriend was telling us all,” he coos. “But we can’t have you forgetting this, now can we? Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”

Soon isn’t fast enough.

“Fuck…fuck. Your cunt feels so damn good. So used, young one. Filled up with all our cum. How do you think your boy will like you now?”

I’ll love her still, I’ll love her always, and nothing will ever change that. Certainly nothing they do to her. She’ll always be mine. Always be perfect. Tonight hasn’t changed shit.

As long as she doesn’t believe his words.

He gets to his feet and joins his comrades. All except the one who first fucked Katya walk away, leering as they pass me. I snarl in the most animalistic way I can but say nothing, imprinting all their faces to memory. No matter where they run, there will be nowhere they can hide. Not forever.

The one I’ve taken to be the leader bends between Katya’s legs, reaching with his hand. “You look deliciously used. I’d say we did a job well done, no?”