Page 101 of Unbidden

“Don’t be such a pussy. She’s a girl. You should be able to hold her, or are you saying you’re weak?”

He grunts before picking me up and carrying me to the bed.

The blood is roaring in my ears as my frantically beating heart drowns out the voices around me. I continue to kick and fight, but it’s useless. The man has a tight grip on me with no intentions on letting me go anytime soon.

“Come on. Let’s get this over with.” The female voice registers as my body starts to fatigue.

Ingram.

What’s her game?

The man’s arm that’s wrapped around my upper body moves until it’s wrapped around my neck instead.

“Listen here, you little bitch. You’re going to do what I say, or this is going to get really unpleasant for you.”

I struggle more as a burst of adrenaline hits me.

My mind races with possible scenarios of what they’re planning to do. It’s the motivation I need to keep fighting. I land one good kick to his knee, making him drop me, pushing me forward on the bed. I immediately turn over, attempting to push myself up, but a punch to my right side has me wheezing.

“Stop moving, Sage. You’re only going to make this worse for yourself.”

I’m still coughing but manage to choke out, “Why are you doing this?”

“Seriously? Are you that stupid? Hold her down, Asher.”

My eyes flick to the guy as recognition hits me.

The punk who was handsy with Tinsley.

Tinsley. Oh no. Where is she?

Before I can do anything, Asher is on top of me, holding me down with his body weight as one hand wraps around my throat, squeezing harder than before. I grunt in pain but buck, trying to knock him off. When I feel his hardened member, I gag in my mouth.

Sick fuck!

Next thing I know, he has his other hand on my nose, pinching it closed. I gasp for air but am met by liquid immediately filling my mouth. The burn of alcohol causes me to choke on the liquid. Asher rubs my throat, whispering what I guess is supposed to be encouraging words, but instead it chills me to the bone.

“That’s it. Take it like a good girl. Swallow it all. It’s okay. It won’t be much longer now. Good girl.”

“Stop sweet-talking the bitch,” Ingram demands as she pours more of the liquid in my mouth, slapping her hand over it so I can’t spit it out.

If this is anything like waterboarding, I understand why prisoners would talk. My throat aches while my body is slowly becoming numb. I blink a couple of times, my vision getting fuzzy around the edges.

“Damn, Ash, how much did you put in here? I didn’t think roofies worked that fast.” Ingram’s voice comes from across the room.

“Three. I figured we would need the job done quick. Let’s hurry up.”

His body leaves me and I attempt to move, but I’m held down by an invisible weight.

Ingram comes forward to lean over me. “I didn’t want to resort to this. I gave you plenty of warnings. You had every opportunity to leave this school and never come back. You chose to stay. You chose to mess with what’s mine. Now, I’m going to take it back. When Reed sees what a whore you are, he’ll come crying to me. When sweet Tinsley sees you messing around with the boy she likes, she’ll never forgive you. It’s a win-win really. Then dear old Grandpa will disown you for being such a whore. Like he always tells me, Humphries must always respect our name. Don’t do anything that may tarnish our reputation. He’ll take back his claim of you in a heartbeat. Then I’ll be the golden one again.”

As she speaks, my vision blurs even more, but I don’t miss the maniacal look in her eyes. All I can think is that this is how I’m going to die. In the upstairs room at a party with no one knowing where I am. Would they think I overdosed? Would they say I was always a troubled child?

I never let anyone get to close to me, and now that may be the reason my murder goes unsolved. They may never know what these two did because they couldn’t be sure that I would never do drugs. They can’t say that I would never go to a party and get drunk before fucking some loser in an upstairs bedroom. They don’t know because I didn’t let them.

I tune out the world around me as I feel my shirt being ripped down the front.

Next goes my bra; I feel two arms lift me as it’s removed from my body. I’m laid back against a warm body as another series of flashes goes off behind my eyes. I must’ve dozed off, because my eyes open again and I’m now on my stomach.

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