Page 77 of UnWholly Angels
Reality sunk in, and I clenched my jaw tightly, trying to breathe slowly through my nose and out of my mouth. I had merely minutes left of raw consciousness before my body became completely paralyzed.
I need to get to Nick’s room.
We always shared a room on the road, but this time he wanted his own, probably for good reason. I should have just left early so I could FaceTime Maya like I wanted to. A tear fell from my burning eye, and now all I needed to do was get to somebody’s room to ask for help.
No. I am not weak, and he left. I’m fine.
I stood up straight, grabbing at the wall as I slowly made my way to the door, practically doing a split as my feet slid on the floor. I kept swallowing, but my throat was closed up, dry, and I found the saliva spilling from the side of my mouth.
I couldn’t go any further, and before I knew it, my knees hit the floor. My heavy body made a terrible thud as it crashed to the floor, causing my head to hit the scratchy carpet. It smelled like mildew, and a hint of rust like…like the hole.Where am I going? Why-Why can’t I-I-I can’t feel any-anything?
My own thoughts seemed far away as a sinister voice appeared in my ear.
“Ya feeling tired?” his voice chuckled.
“I’m going-I’m so tired. Ju-just giv-e-e me five minutes.”
Nicholas?
Maya?
Anyone?
Where…where is any?
Where is everyone?
“You’re a big guy. I had to double my normal dose,” the eerie voice chuckled darkly behind me. Then everything went black.
A deep, groggy breath brought me out of the comatose state, and I could briefly feel long fingers gripping my waist, squeezing. The sharp nails digging into my flesh would surely leave an imprint on my skin. But that was nothing compared to the intrusion I felt; the head of his dick sat at my asshole, waiting to rip me wide open.
“I thought I’d killed you for a moment,” he chuckled darkly. “I wanted you to be awake for this.” My eyes widened as he forced the head of his cock into my asshole, stretching and tearing it apart, and I couldn’t help but clench around him, making the pain of this worse. Each time he dragged himself out and shoved himself back in felt like I was trying to shit out razor blades covered in tar. I wanted to scream for him to stop. My mouth was moving, but I couldn’t say a word. With nothing but pure will, I tried to use my forearms to get away, get to my phone that was right next to me on the edge of the bed. I tried to scream again, feeling nothing but skin on skin and the sharp pain of the smack on my ass before he used the death drip on my hips to pull me back into him.
I fought the feeling as hard as I could, but I was drowning, and I was afraid of what would happen if I passed out again.
I couldn’t help it, though.
Please don’t let me fall again…
I don’t want to be alone…
I could feel his hand move to my dick, stroking to the rhythm he had forced me into, and I felt the shame as my body began to betray me. Immediately, my eyes closed again and imprisoned me in the darkness.
Fucking stop!
Please make it stop…
My body jerked awake, but this time was different. The weight was gone and pain flared in every direction. I just lay there in disbelief. He was on the phone speaking with someone. His voice sounded muffled, like he was underwater. But loud and clear, I’d heard, “Well, it’s done, what do I do with him now?”
So far, I’d counted three hundred and sixty-two pieces of carpet that were out of place, some longer than others, or missing. Clearly, they needed to update that, refurbish it or something. I was lucid and groggy, but I wouldn’t deny what happened. Tell someone; absolutely not. I took that shit like a man, and now I could move on.
I groaned, not giving the motherfucker the satisfaction of knowing just how bad he’d humiliated me. The stranger was still here, sitting and watching me. A shiny, steel blade twirling around each finger, and for the first time in my life, I was truly afraid for my life.
My eyes fluttered, struggling to remain open when I heard him rise from his spot and stalk over to me. Doing my best to brace myself on my forearms, I only made it a small distance before I was pulled back where I was. I wasn’t fast enough, and he was able to grab hold of my jaw, forcing his thumb into my mouth while the other held the blade at my throat from behind.
“N…Fu…Please.” Sobs wracked my body as my chest tightened. He leaned down and whispered so dangerously that every hair on my body stood at attention. I was still far away from here, my body and my mind completely disconnected. “The best way to catch a queen, Riley,” he snickered. “Is for a smaller, yet important pawn to check the King. You should have played more chess with Maya.”
One slice was all he needed, and I would be out of the way. How dare he say her name? Is this what she had gone through all of these years? A drowned-out scream ripped from my throat as the tip of the knife skated across my neck, narrowly missing my jugular, but deep enough to send a message.
