Page 11 of The Raven
Buck Fuck
The Raven
The second Mason left his apartment, the darkness his warmth had been keeping at bay descended. Gone were the images of the two happy children running on the beach, laughing as the cold sea lapped against their ankles, replaced by shadows of the night my life was cruelly taken from me.
I waited a few minutes for Mason’s car to pull out of the parking lot before I left too.
I had a date.
And now, more than ever, I needed to make my plan succeed. It was clear from Mason’s wall of evidence that he was as haunted by the Vipers as much as I was. Maybe more; after all, he’d lived and breathed them every day for the past year, unable to escape their crimes, unable to move forward.
Then there were the pictures of the other victims who’d suffered. They might not have died, but they were living their own nightmare, left without justice and scarred by the gang’s sins.
It couldn’t go on, and I was all the more determined to end their reign of terror, once and for all.
Every single one of the Vipers were responsible for the distress I now carried around with me, but Buck, he was the most brutal. The one who took the most amount of glee in destroying me. The one who would suffer the most for what he’d done.
His time was up, and I planned on making him suffer.
Pulling my hood over my head, I left Mason’s apartment block and tuned into the mind of my raven, who was watching over the gang, letting me know when the right time to strike was.
Currently, she was following Buck, flying high above so he couldn’t see her.
He was alone, walking in the direction of Chestnut Street, the notorious area where prostitutes solicited for work.
But something had spooked him; every few steps, he looked over his shoulder, almost as if he knew he was being followed.
I briefly wondered where the others were, but I had faith in my bird guiding me to where I needed to be at the right time. The others would come, but now, my focus needed to be solely on Buck.
Worry creased his brow as he hunched his shoulders and tried his hardest to keep hidden in the shadows of the waning sun. But he couldn’t hide from me; I would find him no matter where he went.
The chilling laugh Buck let out as he slammed inside of me on that fateful night rang in my ears, sending white hot pain through my body. I paused, needing to steady myself against a wall as my knees threatened to buckle, and invisible hands slid around my throat and squeezed.
Until Buck took his turn, I’d held onto a sliver of hope that I would make it out alive, but when he knelt behind me, his fingers burning into my already bruised flesh, I wanted to die.
I wanted it all to be over.
I even begged Grim to kill me as Buck violated me, inflicting more damage on me than any of the others. My pleas were met with nothing but hateful stares.
It took several minutes for the pain to recede enough for me to carry on, by which time Buck had made it to Chestnut Street, and was deep in conversation with a woman who was wearing nothing but tiny glittery pink hotpants and a leather jacket over her top.
He handed over a $20 bill, which she tucked away in her bra before taking Buck’s hand and leading him into a run-down house behind her. Maybe when the Vipers were gone, and the cops of Hadleigh Peak could reclaim the streets, it would be a better place to live.
By the time Buck emerged from the house with a sated grin on his face, night had fallen. The woman he’d been with followed behind, sporting a split lip and a newly formed bruise under her eye.
If she didn’t have the injuries telling me Buck had been rough with her, the fear in her eyes would have given it away. She couldn’t get away from him fast enough, and as soon as he thanked her for her time, she scarpered.
Part of me wanted to go after her and make sure she was okay. Tell her that she never needed to fear Buck again after tonight. I could only hope that once the Vipers were dead, she’d make smart choices and get herself off the street.
It seemed that after his fucking session, Buck had forgotten someone might be following him. He made his way through the darkened streets without a care in the world, oblivious to me stalking him several steps behind.
Buck was the biggest out of all the Vipers.
Broad shoulders, muscular arms, and thighs the size of tree trunks.
It would be easy for him to kill me with just a snap of his hands, so it was a good job that I couldn’t die.
But Buck would hurt me if I got my timings wrong, and I’d experienced enough agony to last me for the rest of eternity.
Nearing the warehouse the Vipers frequented, Buck suddenly darted down an alley. As I rounded the corner, following in his wake, the panicked cry from my raven echoed into the night sky.
A warning.
But it was too late. In a second, I was grabbed and shoved against the brick wall. Buck’s face snarled inches from mine, and with his hands on both of my arms, holding me in place, blinding agony seared me as images of that night flashed before my eyes.
“Hurry the fuck up, Zig, it’s about time our little whore experiences a Buck Fuck!” Buck says, looming over me, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
Fear pounds through my veins. I’d heard rumors of Buck’s violent tendencies whenever he was with a woman. How he bragged that any woman he’d fucked was lucky to experience a Buck Fuck, when really, they wanted to get as far away from him as possible after he’d brutalized them.
A sinking feeling cascades through me, and I realize I’m not going to survive this attack. I’m not sure I really want to with what they’ve done to me, and without Eric by my side.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Buck sneered in my face, dragging me from the memory.
The pain gripping me in its vices stopped me from replying, a mere whimper escaping my mouth. Every instinct within my body screamed at me to push Buck away, that getting him to release me would be the only way to stop the torture.
But the pain was too much. Darkness blurred my vision, the alley around me fading as I was thrust back into the moment Buck attacked.
The sweet smell of weed reaches me, and I find Ziggy sitting on the couch, smoking a joint. My mind races. Is it finally over?
But then my hips are pulled back, and a hard slap hits my ass cheek, jolting my attention away from Ziggy.
“I know you’ve wanted this for a long time, Raven,” Buck’s amused voice filters in from behind me as he lines his cock up with my entrance. “I hope you enjoy your Buck Fuck.”
Devious laughter echoes around us, and I brace myself to be assaulted once more, only to my sheer horror, Buck shifts, and the tip of his cock presses against my back hole.
“No, please,” I whimper, barely able to get the words out as my heart stills in my chest at realizing what Buck is about to do. No one had ever taken me there; it was something Eric and I were building up to.
“Saddle up, you little whore,” he hollers, pure glee in his tone as he pushes into my tight hole with one brutal thrust.
Burning agony blazes through my body, and it feels like I’m being ripped in half. A scream forces its way from my raw throat as Buck pulls out and roughly slams back in.
Bile creeps up my throat, and my body heaves as I cough it up, eliciting more laughs from the rest of the gang. When I’m sure nothing else will come up, I turn my head to face Grim, who’s watching the scene before him with malice written all over his face.
He meets my eyes, and I manage to force broken words out, past the torture swallowing me. “Kill me.”
His hateful smile grows. “Soon, dear sister. Soon.”
A final tear slides down my cheek. Buck is the last one to have his turn. I just have to hold on for a little longer, and then it will all be over.
I’ll be with Eric again.
Buck slammed my back against the brick wall, bringing me back to the present. I tried to lift my arms to push him away, but he was too strong, and with the memories holding my mind hostage, I was powerless to do anything.
Screeches from my raven rang out around us, my pain transferring into her.
Buck was hurting us both.
“I fucking knew it was you,” Buck hissed, spittle landing on my face. “I fucking knew it! I told Grim.” He slammed me against the wall again, adding more suffering to my body. “How? How the fuck are you here? We killed you!”
His wide, bloodshot eyes were full of fierce rage as he slammed me once more, this time harder than before, and making my head ricochet off the wall.
“It doesn’t matter how you’re here,” Buck said, moving his face even closer to me, his nostrils flaring. “You killed Zig and Boogie. You’ll die tonight, but not before we have a little fun. You seemed to enjoy the last time we were together.”
A venomous smile took over his face as he bared his teeth. Suddenly, he released my arms, but the pain didn’t leave my body, still holding me immobile. Not that I would have had a chance to do anything. Buck wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing as hard as he could.
My eyes began to bug. I didn’t have air in my lungs, yet my chest constricted, and white spots danced in my vision. I lifted my hands, knowing that all I needed to do was reach his head so I could transfer my torment onto him, but my strength was waning with every passing second.
Defeat shot through me as I dropped my hands, and everything around me started turning black; even my raven’s cries were dying.
I was in trouble.
I couldn’t die, but I didn’t know what would happen if Buck carried on squeezing the death out of me. Images of me passed out in the dark alleyway while Buck fucked my ass again swirled in my mind like a dangerous vortex.
No way I was going to let that happen again.
Never again.
As if reading my mind, Buck abruptly spun, taking me with him, with his grasp still firmly around my throat. With a violent shove, he released me, and I fell back.
Garbage bags cushioned my fall. Before I could try to get up, Buck was on top of me, his full weight crushing me as his erection pressed into my stomach.
“I’ll admit this, Raven. Your ass was the best ass I’ve ever fucked. I didn’t think I’d get a second chance at it.”
A choked gasp left me, the mental and physical torture still searing me, only now, it was joined with fear. Fear that Buck would manage to violate me again.
I pushed my hands against his chest, hoping to shove him away. He responded by slapping me hard on my cheek, his palm leaving a bitter sting behind.
Taking advantage of my daze, he moved quickly, maneuvering himself off and flipping me over so that I was on my front.
Memories of the last time I was in this position crashed into me like a wrecking ball, but instead of panic rendering me frozen, a wave of determination crested through me, growing stronger with the caws of my raven.
She was telling me something, and when Buck released his grip on me, I focused on her, understanding in an instant what she was alerting me to.
At the sound of a zipper lowering behind me, I moved. My hand darted out and wrapped around the neck of a broken bottle my raven had been trying to show me. It was tucked between two rubbish bags, barely visible. In one swift move, I twisted and shoved the broken end deep into his gut.
Buck froze, mid-lowering his pants, and as I pulled the glass out, blood instantly seeped from the wound.
Using the distraction, I rolled out from underneath him just as he collapsed on his side in the spot I was lying in seconds ago.
He scrabbled with his hands, attempting to plug the hole in his stomach.
“You fucking bitch!” he cried, his eyes wide in alarm as he stared at where the blood was soaking his shirt. “You stabbed me!”
“And you raped and killed me. Fair’s fair,” I replied, my voice shaky from where the pain was still coursing through my veins.
Pulling every ounce of strength I could muster from deep within, I lunged forward and shoved the bottle into Buck again, causing another wound in his gut. He fell back, moans of agony spilling from his mouth.
But I wasn’t done yet.
I wanted Buck to know what it felt like to be brutalized.
To experience what I’d felt when he fucked my ass.
Grabbing his hip, I rolled him over onto his front. He moved easily as blood poured from the two stab wounds. He’d already begun to lower his pants in preparation to attack me, so his jeans came down with ease when I tugged them, exposing his hairy ass.
I positioned myself behind him, the broken end of the bottle now pointing towards Buck’s ass.
“Saddle up, you little whore,” I whispered, slamming the glass towards his puckered asshole, and making his remaining few minutes on this earth as painful as possible.