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Shimmering silver dazzles my eyes, and I bite my hand to keep from squealing when the dark figure brandishes a large knife, an illegal weapon. He lifts it high above his head and plunges it straight into the heart of the brother in a swift downward motion.

My teeth dig into my skin until it hurts to hold back my gasp. Are my eyes playing tricks on me, or is the cloaked man digging into the chest of the corpse lying beneath him? The thought alone makes me gag into my palm, and I hurry to snort in some fresh air to quiet my rolling stomach.

A woman screams in the distance, her sobs echoing through the broad base of the trees, and the man pauses his work. He stands, then skirts behind a large oak, disappearing into the void beyond.

I clutch the bark of the branch under me and hang on with a quick look at where Gwen was hiding. She must still be well hidden, and I can’t see anything around her. Hopefully, she stays in that same spot.

The curvy blonde could be Amelia, but her figure is thicker than my friend’s, so I wait to see what happens and don’t speak out.

An entire pack of skull-faced men trot toward her, laughing and yelling indiscernible obscenities as she staggers beneath me, falling over the dead man.

Her shocked wail of horror is even louder than before.

“Come here, girl. We don’t want to hurt ya.”

“I do…with my dick!”

“Oh, shit. She found a fuck buddy!”

A riot of chuckles ensues as they surround her, and she slaps and scratches at their faces.

One grips her jeans and rips them off, another her shirt, and another her panties until she’s left in only a shredded bra while still trying to scramble away, clutching the dirt beneath her and crawling through the grass.

My hands work into my hair, and I tug on my scalp, making it hurt. I don’t know what to do. Do I expose myself and try to save her?

No. There’s too many. Twelve? Thirteen men? Is it allowed for them to travel in a horde like this?

Glancing around the trees, I narrow my eyes, hoping to spot a camera capturing all of this, but it’s impossible to see.

“Shit, there’s another over here!”

Every cell in my body stops moving at his words, believing I’ve been found.

“Fucking jackpot! Two pussies and asses and mouths for all of us. Perfect… No holes wasted.”

“Grab her! Grab her!”

Remorse and relief flood me as they run for my friend, who tries to flee from their sights.

A big guy snatches Gwen’s waist as she kicks and screams, fighting with her arms as he drags her beneath the tree I’m huddled in.

The crowd of guys surrounds her and holds her down, stripping her of her remaining clothes until she’s bare for everyone to see, just like the blonde woman next to her.

“No!” Gwen yells.

“There’s no such thing as no , honey.”

“Consent is implied tonight, sweetheart, remember? Oh shit, it’s Gwen. Thought you wanted this, Gwennie!”

“Hey, Gwen ! You wanted all your holes stuffed, you said.”

I don’t recognize any of them, and with the flurry of words and instructions being thrown around, it’s too confusing to make out who is speaking.

My pulse thumps hard and fast in my ears as I perch on the rough branch, eager to pounce from my spot but resisting the urge to strike. What. Do. I. Do?

“Make sure to hold them tight. Blondie over there and Gwen here. This dead fuck can watch us as he lays between them. Yeah, baby girls. That’s it. Such well-behaved little sisters. Fuck… This is going to be hot .”

One man slides underneath Gwen as the other men position her on all fours over him. Her body is moved like a doll’s, where she doesn’t have much control. They do the same to the woman next to her.

A brother gets behind her, and I hear the distinct sound of spitting as he pulls out his dick and rubs in the makeshift lubricant.

“I’m in! Fuck, yeah.”

Gwen grunts as the man beneath her shoves inside and the two by her head grip her hair and take turns using her mouth.

“Wait, wait,” she murmurs between them switching, the garbling of her words as her throat is filled calling into the night.

“Nuh uh, sweetheart. You can wait after you make us all come. Then we’ll carry you across the wall.”

“We’ll do a coin toss to see who gets to use these holes for a month…but we like to share.”

The man kneeling behind her slaps her butt with a loud smack and shoves into her ass while the man beneath her grips her shoulders from underneath and thrusts in rapidly.

Gwen’s cry as she’s filled up matches the blonde woman’s as they do the same to her, except my friend sounds as if she may be enjoying it.

“Not back there, please!” the blonde calls out as the man eases himself inside.

He smacks her backside and says, “Aw, but this little hole is winking at me, sugar plum. It’s getting my cum, for sure.”

At least a dozen brothers surround the girls.

Gwen takes two in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one in her back hole.

Another shoves his dick into her hand, groaning as he punches his hips in her grasp, then the man in her ass backs up, another swapping with him immediately for a few thrusts until they switch again.

“Fuck…oh my god. I’m coming!” Gwen yells, and the men shout in victory.

She’s entertaining six at once while the blonde struggles, but eventually does the same as if she’s given up any fight. The poor woman looks tired even from here and in what little light I have to see her, slumping on the man beneath her with little sniffles.

I scratch at my skin, still not knowing if I should try to do anything. But I remain silent, guilt consuming my brain as grunts and moans and squishy sounds fill my ears.

Finally, I can’t take it anymore. Watching it is dangerous and makes me angry. I need to keep moving or they’ll spot me, too.

Using my dance training, I balance on my tiptoes and carefully step onto a branch near the back of the tree, then grab the trunk and slide down. Fortunately, with all the men preoccupied, none of them sees me.

When my boots hit the ground, I turn to run, but a hand grips my arm.

Immediately, my instincts kick in, and I grasp whatever he’s given me with a twist, the figure groaning in pain. But he falls on my back, his thighs on either side of my waist. With my arms pinned underneath my torso, I have enough room to slip a hand into my pocket and dig out my Harley key.

I hook my knee around his calf and roll, shoving my shoulder into his chest to throw him off balance. He grabs one of my wrists to pin it above my head, but I use the space to flip over and strike out with the grooved metal held tightly between my fingers.

The first one, he dodges and tries to grapple for my forearm, but I squeeze out from his heavy body and swipe at his face a second time and meet skin. A wailing screech comes from deep within his belly as he paws at his eyes, and I kick my heel into his balls, then slip out from under him.

Dumbass didn’t wear a cup.

Leaving the sounds of the gangbang and simpering sighs behind, I sprint toward the wall, which should be two and a half miles away, with a buzz of adrenaline forcing me forward with every step.

The night is clearing up, a bluish hue falling onto the Earth as I make it to another section of the woods. By the time I think about resting, it’s probably less than a mile until the wall and I’ve seen no one else. Has anyone made it this far?

Slowing to a jog so I can catch a breath, I make it to the next set of trees, these closer together. Leaning against one, I rest for two minutes before setting off again.

Pain suddenly sears through my scalp as my hair is yanked to the side, and I worry that it got caught on a low branch. But then a hand slaps around my throat, tugging me into a firm body behind me as my legs dangle in the air in his hold.

“Pink cheeks, you broke the rules… Now you gotta pay.”