Page 27 of Love Me in the Dark

“Run while you can, Little Puppet,” Knox says with a conniving grin. “I won’t be so gentle with you next time.”

I take a few steps back as they look down at me like they’re going to eat me. When I reach the front door, I fumble with the handle before jerking the door open and running. Never have I ever run out of a man’s home butt naked. I honestly don’t even know why I am running, because I definitely want the three of them to fuck me. I know they are dangerous men, but I believe them when Knox said he did not hurt his wife. He looked genuinely sad when I mentioned her the first time. Although I am the one who just tried to kill a mafia boss with little to no information about him. I don’t think my judgment is the greatest.

I slow my pace to a walk about halfway through the courtyard. I’m going toward the exit, and I can see that the gate is open, but I don’t want to leave. This could be the worst mistake of my life, but leaving means I never get to find out what he means by making me his toy. I’m not afraid they’ll hurt me. If they wanted to, they would have. Even if they do kill me, which they still might, I’m not afraid of what they’ll do.

Knox is the most professional looking man who also has a rugged aura about him. His black hair is short, and his beard is well maintained. Rook has a kind aura. His black hair is a bit longer but nicely styled, like his beard. Tripp is chaos. His black hair is disheveled in the sexiest of ways. It’s also black but almost shaggy. His beard is the shortest. They all stand at nearly the same height and are built like a brick wall. Imagining myself being tossed around between the three of them makes me want to walk back to that house. I don’t understand how they are doing this to me. Whatever kind of voodoo is on me, I am still consenting. The way they look at me is nearly addictive. They don’t see me for my scars, and they almost seem to enjoy them. People like to say I am more than my trauma, but they are the ones who truly treat me like I am.

I am staring at the gate, and I know this is ultimately a test. If I want to leave, I can. If I want to stay and consent, this is how I communicate that. They are smart men who want to own me, but they want me to willingly walk into it. I just tried to kill him, so keeping me closer is wiser. I think the moment they saw my scars, and it was explained that he is innocent of the claims against him, they were no longer mad. They understood that there’s a reason I’m doing what I do, and it’s not to just be blatantly evil. They understand that it was hurt and that is why I am targeting rapists. I think my only fear is that once they know the story, they will no longer be as interested in me as they seem. I also think I’m fucking kidding myself if I think these three men would want me anyhow. Maybe I really am crazy.

I turn and go toward the woods, not wanting to leave. I want them to catch me. Almost seconds after turning away from the open gate, I hear a rustling in the leaves beside me. I look over to see one of them, men dressed in all black and a Ghostface mask. It looks similar to my mask, but I can tell it’s not mine. I pivot left and go in the opposite direction of him. Within a few minutes, I see one of the other men ahead. I turn again and go away from both of them. I’m going toward the back end of the property, and it seems as though they are leading me to another place. I can hear rustling behind me anytime I start to stray, one of them pops up and gets me back in the direction that they want me to go.

I see the shed, and I know that is where they’re taking me. I’m not going to give up so easily, though. I take off running, but at the last second before I get to the shed, I pivot and go around it. I sprint past the building but run into a fence almost immediately. “Well, shit,” I huff as I turn. One is in front of me and the other two on either side. They have me completely cornered now. I remain neutral as they close in on me. I’m not scared, so there’s no sense in pretending.

They relax when they think I am done running. They create a gap, and I take the opportunity to run again. This time, I am shoved to the ground suddenly, making me scream. I dig my nails into the dirt and try to pull myself away, but they press all of their weight into me. He pulls my arms behind my back before I am lifted from the ground.

I am silent as they carry me to the shed. Fear washes over me when I see that the place is filled with tools that could easily be used for torture. I’m trying to hold on to the belief that they will not hurt me because they said they wouldn’t. They are the mafia, so obviously they could have just lied. Although assuming before is what got me into this position to begin with.

I am set on my feet, and they tie a rope around my wrists before attaching me to a chain hanging from the ceiling. I am up on my tiptoes, and they are surrounding me. “Are the masks still necessary?” I ask. None of them say anything, and I realize they are doing this intentionally. Having me not know who any of them are induces a fear of the unknown. They know this, and they are using it against me. They want me to panic so that I will break and tell them everything.

The men start to undress but keep their masks on. One by one, they pull off their shirts and move to their pants. My breathing has quickened, and my heart is pounding. I have all but forgotten why I came here to begin with. I don’t know what they’re going to do, but I accept it. Fuck, I think I’d happily drown myself just to be able to feel their bodies against mine. When they are naked, my eyes go wide. They’re massive and could probably rival the toy they used on me earlier. Being fucked by them is going to hurt, but honestly, that seems like the best way to die.

They have tattoos covering their arms and abdomen. I couldn’t tell earlier because of their shirts, but, fuck, I see it now. I’m jealous of the ink on their skin. One of them grabs a bag thatthey brought with them and they pull out a wand massager first. He turns it on and looks up at me as he repeatedly clicks the button to turn up the intensity.

When he presses the toy against my clit, an animalistic groan fills the shed as it makes my eyes roll back. He doesn’t let up as he starts to rub me with it. “Fuck,” I moan when my legs start to shake. One of the other men steps behind me, and a thin metal rod is pressed against my asshole. Before I can ask, a jolt of electricity shoots through my ass and a sudden orgasm explodes out of me. Neither of them let up, and the feeling doesn’t stop. I am shaking, and it sounds like I’m speaking in tongues. I don’t know what in the fuck they are doing to me, but it feels like heaven and hell came together in this shed to fuck me raw.

The third man walks over and grabs my face before turning me to look at him. “What happened, Puppet?” Rook asks gently. “We can do this all night.”

“Fuck you,” I moan loudly. “Fuck. I’m gonna… Oh God!”

I scream out as my arousal floods from my body. The men chuckle, but they still don’t let up. I am eventually brought to screaming as the pain creeps in. “It hurts,” I whimper.

The restraint is pulled down from the chains, and one of the men catches me before I hit the ground. We are all brought down to the ground, and I am moved so I am straddling one of their laps. I grip tightly onto his shoulders as he forces me down onto him. The bars in his cock are fucking delicious, but my pussy aches from the way he is stretching me.

“Fuuuuck,” the man growls, telling me it’s Knox. My wrists are still restrained, but I bring my hands up to pull his mask off. He doesn’t object, and I loop my arms around his neck as I start to ride him. “Eager little puppet, hmm?”

“You feel so good,” I say breathlessly. He holds my arms in front of him and removes the restraints before laying back and taking me with him.

“You’ll never escape us, Puppet,” Knox promises. “We fucking own you now.”

“Then make me break,” I breathe. “Break me.”

I am trying to convey that I don’t know how to tell them my story or that I kill to avoid the nightmares. I don’t know why I want them to know, but I do. I want their help, I think, but I am not the type to ask for it. All I have to do is open my mouth and tell them, and they will probably still fuck me, but I don’t know how to make myself talk.

Knox has me move up so that my hands are on the floor of the shed as he grabs my hips. When he starts to fuck me, it is nearly painful the way he slams into my cervix, but I need more. All I can do is scream, but everything doubles when one of the men suddenly grabs my hips and fills my ass with one brutal thrust.

“Fuck,” I scream, and my voice breaks when they both find an alternating pace that makes my belly hurt. Someone grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back, and I see that it is Rook. I open my mouth and extend my tongue, making him smile. He pushes to the back of my throat and starts to thrust deep. I hollow my cheeks, and he moans. I feel proud that his delightful sounds are because of me.

Separate they are brutal, but together it breaks me down so fast. I would give anything to keep feeling like this, even rip open old wounds for them to stitch back up. I don’t care what I have to say, I just want to keep experiencing this feeling for as long as I can. I start to suck hard on Rook, and he is the first to start to fall. I move my hands to grab his hips, and I take over the movements. When he comes, I greedily drink him down, but I do not stop until he forces me to. Knox and Tripp go harder and push deeper as they near their climax.

Tripp pulls me up, and the massage wand is pressed back against my clit as Tripp grabs me by the throat and cuts off my breathing. They rapidly quicken their movements, and my bodyfeels like jello as they pound into me. I am in tears from the intensity of the orgasm creeping through my body. As my vision starts to tunnel, Tripp lets me breathe, and the rest of the oxygen brings my orgasm flooding out of me. I’m soaking us. They both groan their release as they push deep to come.

I am hardly conscious when Knox scoops me up and we are walking. “Mmmm,” I groan.

“Shh. We are going up to the house,” he says.

“What are you gonna do?” I mutter.

“Make you go to sleep,” he says humorously. “You might actually die if we don’t let you rest.”