Page 175 of Uprising

“I gave you a hit while you were out. I’m curious to see if you react the same as Sofia does.”

“You pppiece of shittt.” I mumble.

He laughs. “You know the first time we fucked her she cried the entire time.”

I stumble back, stumble towards the door but it feels so far away. He walks to where I am, grabbing my arm, spinning me around before pushing me back and it takes all my effort not to trip over my feet.

“Otto went first of course, seemed fair considering, and then when he was finished we all lined up, one after another…”

“You sick fuck.”

He grabs my hair wrenching my head back. “We should have done that to you too.” He spits. “You deserved it for what you did.”

“Roman is going to kill you.”

He laughs in my face. “You really haven’t learnt. I win Rose. Every time.”

I shut my eyes, trying to ignore the way my scalp is on fire from how he’s holding me. He pushes me down, forces me to my knees and squats over me, pressing his body against me.

“Maybe I should strip you down, let him see the way I treat you.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Even I can hear my words are so mumbled now, that I can’t pronounce half the syllables.

He starts yanking at my top, pulling it up only it gets stuck over my head so he starts ripping the fabric off me. He’s so focused on it that he doesn’t seem to notice what I’m trying to do. Where I’m headed.

I try to crawl away. He kicks me enough to make me double over and then he’s on top of me, pushing my body down, grabbing at my trousers to wrench them off.

“Maybe I’ll fuck your ass this time.” He groans.

I reach out grabbing at the pen. It’s not the best weapon. In truth it’s not a weapon at all but it’s all I have in this moment. As fast as I can I spin my arm around burying it into his eye.

He screams out. Howls. Rolls off me onto the rug as blood spurts everywhere.

I kick him away, fighting the grogginess that is rapidly taking over everything.

I can see the control system now. I can see all the monitors. The buttons. Maybe he did rig the place with explosives but I don’t know how I’d even make it safe. How I’d begin to go about it.

His body collides with mine.

I scream out landing on the floor.

His hand is over my face, his nails digging into my skin.

“You fucking bitch.” He snarls.

I don’t know how he isn’t dead. I thought putting a pen through his eye would be enough but clearly I didn’t reach his brain.

He holds me down one handed, I don’t know how I’m still even fighting. His other hand yanks at the belt, then the button, before he starts wrenching my trousers down.

The front door slams open. Cold air rushes in.

If they’ve been shooting, if they’ve been fighting their way up here, I haven’t heard it.

Darius turns his head, meeting Roman’s gaze and for the tiniest of seconds he shows his shock before he recovers, before he grins like he’s never been happier.

Roman

Idon’t know where they come from. One minute it was just us and then suddenly we’re surrounded.

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