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Chapter 14

Raven

T he cold was too fucking much. This freak blizzard had come out of nowhere, and the cold north winds damn near took me out when I stepped out of the trunk. No clothes and no shoes didn’t help either. I wanted to run. Make it somewhere where they could keep me safe. Help me. But when I looked around, there wasn’t a single light to be seen. We were in the middle of nowhere, and if I hadn’t just let them catch me, I would have died out here. Frozen to death in the middle of some field.

Fucking South Dakota and their barren wastelands.

Now nestled back into this goddamn trunk, I’m just going to wait until we get to wherever they're headed before I’ll be able to do anything. At least I’m warming back up some.

Maybe I’ll just take a short nap. Re-energize myself for what’s coming.

I’m jostled awake when I slam into the side of the trunk and realize it must have been because the driver slammed on the brakes. Maybe we’re finally at our final destination. Please god, say we don’t have to go any farther. My body hurts from being crammed in here, and I need to figure out how the hell I’m going to get away.

“Get her out of there,” I hear Dorian bark to whom I assume is Malachi.

My suspicions are confirmed when the trunk pops open, and Malachi is standing there with a smug ass look on his face.

“Well, little one, we finally made it to the first stop. Hope you’re ready for some fun,” he taunts, leaning in to pull my sore body from the car.

“Fuck. You,” I spit out just before he puts a rag over my nose and mouth again.

The whole world swims for a second, but Dorian pulls his hand from me, saying something about how it’s not needed this time. My vision is still off. I can’t quite see straight, and the sounds of their voices sound like they’re miles away, but I seem to be walking just fine. Hopefully, whatever is on that rag wears off quickly because I need to have my wits about me. I can’t be this pliable bitch around these two.

We enter a large cabin-style house and are greeted by a slew of people. Men and women sit around the living space, drinks in their hands and smiles across every one of their faces. When the door slammed open, they turned toward us and are now just staring at me. Hungry eyes meet every inch of my exposed body. I’ve never felt the need to cover myself so much in my life, but here I am, tied and bound and ready for their wandering eyes.

“We’re here. And we brought a toy,” Malachi exclaims upon entry.

A few of the people stand and start our way, but Dorian steps in front of me quickly.

“She is not for sharing. This one is ours and only ours. You lot will have to play with your own toys,” he deadpans.

They immediately guide me to a set of stairs that leads into a basement or cellar of sorts, regardless of the bitching coming from the others. They don’t seem to like the fact that the brothers don’t want to share. Thank god for that. Maybe they got enough of the sharing part out of their systems last time. Who fucking knows.

I follow Dorian down the stairs with Malachi at my back until we reach the depth of its darkness. Dorian pulls a string to his left, and light floods the area. There are multiple people also down here. All naked and in varying stages of disbelief of their surroundings. Many look as used and abused as I am. The others’ toys I assume.

Malachi pushes me past Dorian, and I fall to my knees next to a group of young women. They're huddled together and shy away from the brother's stares as they look over the lot of them. I stand and put myself between the predators and the poor girls, and I guess they thought it was funny because Dorian grabs a fist full of my hair and shoves me back to my knees.

“You want to be a disobedient bitch? Then I’ll treat you like one,” he spits.

With his free hand, he unzips his jeans and pulls his half-hard dick out, and shoves it directly into my face.

“Open wide, little death angel. Let’s show these pets how to be good little boys and girls for their masters.”

I slam my jaw shut and refuse to open wide for his ass. I refuse to give him the pleasure of complying now. In my head, I’m plotting their deaths. They just don’t know it yet.

“Fine. You don’t want to let me fuck that pretty face of yours? I guess I’ll just have to take your ass.”

He pushes my face to the floor and flips around me effortlessly. Since I’m bare-ass naked, he has nothing in his way and immediately lines his cock up with my ass. I can feel him pushing in without lube, and it hurts so fucking bad. But I don’t make a sound. I don’t give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long, and he’s done, coming into me and sliding out as if nothing happened. Malachi stands behind him, cock out and ready to go. I try to crawl away from him, but he grabs my legs and pins me down again. Repeating the same brutal fucking Dorian just gave me.

The others in the room try to avert their eyes. Try to ignore what is happening right in front of them. But I can see in their faces that they are glad it’s not them, but still sorry for what is happening to me. None of us have the power to stop these crazy fucking people. Not one of them. They’re all scared and ready to just give in and give up.

But not me.

I will not allow the Black brothers to get me.

They will not have the satisfaction of claiming me.

In my head, I have killed these two in a million different ways. My favorite is chopping off their bullshit dicks and force-feeding it down their throats. But that doesn’t seem creative enough. No. Not for these two. These two deserve something really special. I’ll have to come up with it on the fly.

When Malachi is done and adds his deposit to my ass, he tucks himself away, and both he and his brother head for the stairs. But before they do, Dorian turns and locks eyes with me.

“It’s going to be a load of fun chasing you tomorrow night. Hope you’re ready to run.”

He winks, and then blackness swallows the room again. I can hear their footsteps reach the top, and then every hoots and hollers. Throwing a huge party right above their captives. Celebrating whatever will happen tomorrow night, no doubt.

Rest. I need rest if I’m going to make it out of here alive.

Crawling to the far side of the damp basement, I curl up in the corner and let my mind drift until sleep overtakes me. I won’t be getting much tonight, but I’ll need whatever I can get. One thought runs through my head until that sweet nothingness takes over.

The Black brothers will fall at my hand.