Page 57 of Black Wedding

After a few minutes of struggling, I stop him. “It’s going to be easier if you pull it down from the front. They are already ripped.”

Wide eyes stare back at me. “If...if I-I do that, your t-tits will come out,” he mutters, and I can’t stop the short snicker.

“Don’t worry. As long as I get them covered straight after, I will be fine. It’s a small price to pay if I want to get help with the pain.” Every word I speak is laboured and barely above a whisper.

Without another word, Vin grabs hold of the top of the dress and gently shimmies it down until my right ass cheek is exposed. I am lying on my left hip, so there is no way of getting it down any further, but this is far enough. Vin is respectfully trying not to look at my exposed breasts, making my respect for him go up.

Using my hand, I guide him and tell him exactly where to put the patch. He quickly sticks it on, hiding the backing in his hoodie pocket. Then, as he tries to pull the dress back up again, a loud thundering voice fills the room.

“What the fuck is going on here?!” shouts Luther as he eyes the situation. Now that the patch is on, it should start working soon. Even if someone chooses to expose me, I don’t think they will be looking at my outer hip. Besides, he placed it over one of my tattoos, and the brightness of the design will make it difficult to notice the patch. I wait patiently to feel even just the slightest bit of relief.

Vinnie freezes, looking at me with his eyes wide open, like a kid who has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. If I don’t think quickly, this asshole will kill Vinnie just because he suspects something.

“Get your hands off me, you pervert. Put your hand near my pussy again, and I will chop it off myself. Then your dick will be next,” I growl, schooling my face into a look of anger and hoping Vinnie can play along. At first, he looks confused, but then he looks over at the grin spreading across Luther’s face, and he realises what I am doing.

“Shut the fuck up!” he barks at me. It almost sounds believable, except for the slight shake of his voice at the beginning. He stands and looks towards Luther. “Just showing her who is boss, that’s all.”

Luther’s demented cackle sounds like a stereotypical Halloween villain. Obviously, Art wasn’t the only one who liked drugs because Luther looks high as a kite at the moment. He seems very unstable, and I want him as far away from Vinnie and me as possible. The only problem with that is, I’m not sure I can have both.

“Look at you, little gangster. How is her pussy? Is she wet? Girls like her always get wet in situations like this,” he says like he knows what women like. Fucking idiot.

Despite looking like a deer trapped in headlights, Vin manages to answer him. “I didn’t get that far since you interrupted.”

“I’m not stopping you. I won’t tell anyone if you want a little feel,” Luther chirps, his wide, dark eyes staring at me. It’s as though he is hoping that his gaze will burn away what’s left of my wedding dress until his view is unobstructed.

“No way,” Vinnie states, taken aback by Luther’s comment. “No way I’m messing around with a girl while you watch, you sick fucker.”

Vinnie stands firm, but Luther takes slow, purposeful strides towards him. Each step is like a predator stalking his prey, and once he has him in arms reach, he fists his shirt into his hands and pulls him close enough to whisper in his ear, but I could still hear. “Then get out of my way so I can have some fun.”

As soon as the words are out of Luther’s mouth, he pushes Vinnie away towards the open door before stalking over to me. In an instant, he grabs hold of my body and roughly moves me into position. He has me lying on my back with my knees bent. Luckily, the tightness of the dress helps me keep my legs together as I look over at Vinnie with fear in my eyes. His eyes are darting around like he has no idea what to do.

I can’t even begin to explain the pain I feel in my body as Luther moves me. The fentanyl patch must be working as it feels as though it takes the edge off a bit, but not completely. As I try to catch my breath, desperately gasping for more air that doesn’t seem to be coming, Luther takes advantage. He takes a knife out of his back pocket, and I see Vinnie take a step back, his eyes wide with fear, which I am sure is equally reflected in mine.

He slices through my dress using the knife, right down the middle, and I wince when the blade cuts my skin. I would say accidentally, but by the look on Luther’s face, it wasn’t an accident. The dress falls open to reveal bloody lines down my cleavage and stomach. His expression turns from violent to hungry. He stares at my bruised and battered naked body that is covered in blood like he wants to devour it.

Kneeling in between my legs, he forces them apart. I try to fight him, but I am struggling to even lift my arms. I shout at him violently, making it clear that I will kill him if he touches me, but he just chuckles.

“Dude, I’m not sure we should be doing this. Vernon gave us clear instructions. We aren’t supposed to touch her. He will be back soon,” Vinnie mutters, and I smile at him. I know it won’t do any good, but I am so grateful for him trying to help. I wish there was some way to tell him to leave me here. I don’t want him to have to see this. He can’t save me now. Nothing can.

“Fuck that, if I want her then I will take the bitch. Fuck what Vernon says. You are lucky I am giving you permission to touch her. I plan on slicing up this sexy body, piece by piece, as I fuck her. Make her bleed and scream, just like she did to my brother,” Luther screeches, fury rippled across his face. Vinnie’s eyes are wide as saucers, like it has only now dawned on him how truly fucked I am.

Thankfully, the darkness begins to overtake me, and I start to feel incredibly sleepy. Maybe the fentanyl is finally kicking in, or my body is possibly shutting down. I’m not sure I care which it is anymore.

A sharp slap across my cheek brings me firmly back to the present, as the pain gives me a slight adrenaline rush. My cheek stings, my lip is cut open again, but they are the least of my problems. I look down to see Luther staring at my exposed pussy, his knife trailing lazily up and down my thighs.

“Don’t pass out yet, bitch. I have big plans for you, and you are going to endure them all. I saw Art’s body, covered in slices, and that is exactly what I am going to do to you,” he spits as he drags the blade along the inside of my thigh. He starts at my knee and pulls upwards until it stops just before my bikini line. The cut stings lightly, but I’m guessing the patch is killing my pain, or my body is just numb to all the pain it is going through. It’s only a flesh wound, but blood leaks out anyway, running down my leg.

Luther looks mesmerised by the blood trailing down towards my shaved public area, and he repeats the process on the other thigh. I don’t scream, there’s no point. It’s just a waste of precious energy and breath. I’m still struggling to breathe, having to take small pants to get even just a bit of oxygen, and screaming would cause me more pain and damage than the knife ever could.

“Luther, come on, man. I don’t wanna get in trouble,” Vinnie grumbles, and I take my opportunity.

“Then go, coward. Get out of here. He isn’t going to stop, so just get out,” I force out in between breaths. It takes me longer than it should to get each sentence out. Vinnie looks at me, tears in his eyes as he contemplates what to do. I give him a small smile to let him know I am okay with him going.

“Fuck, no. You aren’t going to miss the best bit. I wanna see how much she is enjoying this,” Luther asserts, making it clear that Vinnie is not allowed to leave.

“Just remember that everything you do to me, I will return to you tenfold,” I threaten, very aware there is not much more I can do in my current state.

Luther just laughs sadistically before taking his knife and putting it down at the side of him. He doesn’t even question if this is safe or not. He knows I can’t move, and he doesn’t even suspect Vinnie is not on his side. Plus, he would notice if Vinnie suddenly lunged for it. Although, I see Vin considering it, and I stare at him, hoping he can read the massive no I am throwing his way with my eyes. He looks down, and I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

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