Trix
AFTER WE finish lunch, Boz leads me back to the safe room where Addy and I have been staying. He walks past the prospect standing guard and leads me inside, to where my best friend is sitting on the bed. With only a quick lift of his chin to me, he turns around and walks out. What the fuck was that? He makes me lunch and runs off without saying a word?
Looking at Addy, I try to forget about Boz’s odd behavior. “I thought you were staying with Brew?”
She shrugs, standing up from the bed and walking toward the bathroom. “He said he had something to do, so I’m back in jail.”
“Oh,” I say, looking around the room. “Boz made me a sandwich. We talked and stuff, then he just walked in here and left me, without a word.”
Addy smiles as she opens the bathroom door. “Men are strange. We both already knew that. You can tell me all about it when I get done taking a shower.”
She shuts the door behind her and I hear the click of the lock. A shower sounds like a great idea, but I hate the thought of having to put my nasty ass clothes back on. Standing up, I walk over to the closet. I open the closet door and look in my bags from the mall for something clean to wear. I don’t have much to choose from. I only bought one outfit while I was there. If we have to stay here much longer, Boz is gonna have to do something about that. We can’t keep wearing the same shit all the time. If nothing else, that asshole is gonna have to get me a clean pair of panties.
After setting my clothes on the dresser, I hear a key in the door. I hope it’s Boz, coming back to explain why he acted like an ass when he left. My hopes are dashed when Crank walks in with a smile on his face. My fear of him rushes back, and I immediately look around for an escape route from the crazy bastard.
He sees my stance and chuckles. “No reason to be scared of me, beautiful. I just came to see how you were doing, and wanted to see if you needed anything.”
“You don’t scare me,” I lie, doing my best to be strong.
No matter what he says, he isn’t concerned about me and sure as shit doesn’t care if I need anything. I take a couple steps back, trying to get as far away from him as I can. There really isn’t far for me to go.
“You’re not supposed to be in here. Where did the guard go?” I ask as my back bumps into the dresser. Fuck, now I’m really screwed.
He walks to me and runs one of his grimy hands through my hair. “Don’t worry about any of that. I know how to handle the men here. They know to do what I tell them, and we both know you were waiting for me to come see you.”
Jerking away, I shake my head. “Not hardly. Are you here to let us out?”
“That’s exactly what I have in mind. I know of the perfect place we can go,” he replies as he grabs my arm and jerks me toward him. “I would suggest you don’t start acting stupid when I’m not doing anything to you, or I’ll wait for your friend to come out and have some fun with her instead.”
“No, wait! That’s not what I meant!” I try my damnedest to jerk my arm away from him as he’s pulling me toward the door. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? I don’t want to take a chance on this fucker hurting Addy—I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep her safe—but I’m not going down without a fight.
“It’s okay, slut. There’s no need to be shy. Considering where you grew up, I’m sure you know how to handle a cock. I just want to try out that pussy before any of my brothers get a piece of it.” He leers at me as he pulls me up against him. I am struggling as hard as I can to get away from him, but he is so much bigger and stronger than me that it is having no effect.
He grinds his cock against me before he backs up a step, looking me up and down. “That pussy of yours is all I have been able to think about since I saw you yesterday. I know it’s gonna feel good wrapped around my dick.”
I am about to scream for help, and hope like hell that someone will come and help us, but he moves too fast. His hand shoots out, slapping me across the face, causing blood to drip on the floor. Whipping me around, he wraps one arm around my waist and slams his other beefy hand over my mouth. It doesn’t stop me from trying to kick the shit out of him, causing one of my shoes to fly across the room, but nothing I do seems to faze him. The only reaction he gives me is a brutal squeeze around my waist.
“Calm the fuck down, or I’ll snap your damn neck. This is your last fucking chance before I change my mind and go get your little friend. Her pussy, your pussy, whichever. It makes no damn difference to me, bitch. I’d rather have yours, but I’m sure hers is just as good,” he whispers in my ear as he licks the side of my neck.
He grinds his dick against my ass. “If you’re good to me, I won’t hurt you. At least, I won’t hurt you too bad.”
He keeps his hold on me as he turns and pushes us out the door and forces me to walk down the hall. We don’t go very far before he leads me into a room and kicks the door shut behind him. He wastes no time in shoving me onto what I assume is his bed. Landing hard on my stomach, I can do nothing to fight him off. Within seconds, he has me flipped onto my back and he’s sprawled on top of me. Pressing his lips against mine, he uses his teeth to force my lips open and slips his tongue inside. The taste of him causes bile to rise up my throat.
Unable to stop it, vomit spews from my mouth.
“What the fuck?” he shouts, shoving off me and spitting on the floor. “I should cut your fucking throat for that.”
I’m quiet as he stares at me with murder in his eyes. Suddenly, he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it at me. “Wipe that shit off. A little puke isn’t gonna stop me from getting what I want, and I want some of that pussy.” I take his shirt and sit up enough to wipe the vomit from my face and neck, but there’s nothing I can do about what got on my shirt.
As he comes toward me again, I know I have to do something. If my vomit didn’t stop him, I’m not sure anything will, but I know I’m not gonna just lie here and let him rape me. I let out an ear-splitting scream and start to fight.