Page 44 of Brutal

The woman takes advantage of the shift in his attention to rabbit off, not even glancing behind her.

Every woman for herself, obviously, and for a moment, I wonder why I bothered to stop to try to help her. It’s not like she’s actually going to get out of this unscathed.

I swing the bat again, catching the man in his side. Instead of doubling over, though, he grabs the bat and yanks it hard, forcing it out of my hands.

“Thought you could fight me, did you?” he growls.

I don’t try to get the bat back from him. I turn and run.

Unfortunately, now that he’s got sight of me, there’s no way I can hide from him. I kick over a few lights to try to mess up the trail so he doesn’t know which path I took. My heart races and I can feel it pounding in my ears. My lungs start to protest from all the sudden cardio.

I turn a corner, hoping he picks the wrong path?—

And bump hard against another man.

I’m trapped between the two, and there’s nowhere to go.

For the first time since this started, there’s a spike of fear and helplessness. The sound must bring the man behind me in the direction I went because I’m sandwiched between the two of them.

“Bitch tried to swing this bat at the back of my goddamn head,” the man behind me snarls. “She’s mine.”

The other man grabs me, tearing at the flimsy blouse I’m wearing. “Nope. She ran right into my arms. All mine.”

I go completely still as they work to undress me. There’s no point in fighting them now, and it’ll be over faster if they just take what they want from me.

If they get bored and leave me here when they’re done, I might even be able to pick myself up and get back on track. I doubt any of the other women have found the exit by now.

The man I’d attacked grabs my hair and pulls on it sharply. “If you apologize, I might go easy on you, bitch.”

“I’m sorry,” I say in a monotone. “Please go easy on me.”

I can see in the dim light when he sneers at me. “Say it like you mean it, you fucking whore.”

The man behind me doesn’t seem as concerned. He’s already half undressed, shirt unbuttoned and fly undone and pressing against my back with a straining erection barely held back by his pants. “I’ll take her ass. You can have her cunt. Who cares if she means it? She’s just a fucking cocksleeve.”

How predictable. I close my eyes and let my body go limp.

I wonder if Brutal has found another woman to chase down. Does it make a difference to him if it’s my cunt he’s using a cocksleeve, or would any woman do?

What a stupid thought. He brought me here, where there was a high possibility that I would get raped by other men. He probably gets off on the idea. He liked watching me get fucked when we first met, too.

There are heavy footsteps coming from behind, and I can’t help but despair at the idea that I’ll probably end up getting used by three men — and all because I had to try to help someone else.

I hope she at least appreciates the reprieve. I’ve gotten used to all of this, and I don’t like it, but I know I can handle it.

The steps get closer, then there’s a snarl. “Hey!” a sharp, familiar voice says. “That’s mine.”

The two men manhandling me pause, but the one I’d tried to hit laughs first. “Hey, that’s not how it works, Drake. You set her loose in this place. You knew anyone could have her.”

“Yeah, well, I’m changing the fucking rules,” Brutal snarls.

“The fuck? You’re usually the first one to share,” the second says, shaking his head. “You like it when we fuck them in front of you.”

That doesn’t surprise me at all. What does surprise me is that he’s fighting them at all, especially since it seems to go against the so-called “rules” of the place.

Brutal gets closer and he grabs one of the men by the collar, forcefully pulling him off me. The guy slams into the wall and lets out a grunt of pain.

“I said, she’s mine.” Brutal grabs my arm and pulls so hard that I cry out. The other guy lets go of me, though, and I end up in Brutal’s embrace.

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