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I don’t know how I’m doing it, but I’m blanking everything out.

Especially the man on top of me. He looks disappointed and confused.

Maybe he’s expecting me to fight him off, or cry out for help, and weep.

But it wouldn’t save me. There are three of these men, and who knows how many more are beyond this room.

All of them are twice the size of me. To fight would be a useless drain of my energy, and I want to survive.

“I think she must like it,” he sniggers, as he slaps me across the face and tries to provoke a reaction.

I offer him nothing, not even a cold stare. They demand I look at them, but I stare through them and curse their souls in the process.

My skin is bare and exposed; one of them used a knife to tear my clothes off me as soon as their boss left the room. As I listen to this man's friends jeer him on as he rapes me, I think about Dev and what a mess he’ll make of him when all this is over.

“It’s my turn.” The one with long hair forces the guy off me, his cock is already hard from where he’s been jerking himself off and watching his friend. And as he pushes his cock inside me, like I’m nothing, I wonder at what moment I’m going to break.

“Let's see if we can make ye enjoy it.” He spits on his fingers and rubs them between my legs, and I don’t know what part of my brain is in charge right now, but I laugh at him.

“Ye finding something funny?” He continues making his thrusts inside me. “Why don’t ye let us all in on the joke?”

“I’m just imagining what you're all gonna look like when my boyfriend’s finished with you,” I manage, refusing to let my shield wall give out on me. I can fall apart when all this is over, and I figure they will tire of me before I tire of them, if I make them feel irrelevant.

“How about we send yer boyfriend a souvenir of yer time apart?” His friend grabs a firm hold of my tit and pulls out his knife. Skimming the blade carefully across the flesh beneath it.

“What ye gonna do, Petey? Slice her tit off?” The one raping me throws his head back and laughs like a hyena, and when I feel fear start creeping up my throat like it’s going to unleash a scream, I swallow it back down harshly.

“Not yet, they look good on her. Least I could do is fuck ’em first.” Putting down his knife, he takes my other tit in his hand and squeezes them together. “You ever had a titty fuck before, little miss?” he asks, showering me with his spittle as he takes his cock back out of his pants.

I ignore him, looking back toward the man who’s forcing his cock inside me.

“What's your name?” I ask, in a cool, calm voice that I’m shocked is coming from me, given the circumstances.

“Why, d’ye wanna scream it?” he laughs.

“Do you have children?” I tilt my head and assess his reaction.

“Tell me, have you ever fucked someone you didn’t have to force?

” I have no idea where this is coming from, but it seems to be working.

He’s stopped pounding into me and is looking down on me like he’s haunted.

“Are your parents still alive? What do you do when you’re not raping innocent girls? You must have some family.”

“Shut the fuck up.” The guy trying to slip his dick between my tits slaps my face, and I look at him and laugh.

“How about you? Are you a family man, Petey?” I ask casually.

“Or are you all just very sad, very lonely men who know the only way for your dicks to get any attention is to take it with force.” I raise my head from where it's resting on the bed, and look between each one of them.

“I feel sorry for you all. Sex is much, much better when it’s consensual.

" I smirk, then rest my head back as they continue, and Pete's dick turns limp as he tries to force it through my tits.

I let my soul release from my body while they use it. It’s the only way I’m going to survive this… And I AM going to survive this! I have to, just so I can see the way Dev makes them pay.