Page 62 of Poisoning Ivy
Running with a stomach full of wine sloshing around is not the best idea I've ever had. Everything in me wants to stop, to give it up and let them catch me. I was never a fighter, so I don't know why I thought I could start in what is clearly the twilight of my life. There's no way they won't kill me after this, and that isn't even the thought that keeps me moving, keeps me running even though twigs snap under my bare feet, cutting them up. What keeps me running isn't the fear of death, which I've welcomed for as long as I can remember. What keeps me running is knowing that, for once, I am not standing by and letting them do what they want to me. For once, I won't stay here and take it.
I know they're behind me, so I don't look back when Killian calls out to taunt me, when Monty promises he's coming, when Theo's heavy breaths sound closer than they should. Being at the top of the mountain, my cabin is too open. I suppose the sweeping views are what led my grandparents to this property in the first place, but they make it too easy to spot me. Even in the dark with only lights from their phones and the silver glow of the moon, I'm a visible target up here.
It's why I run for the gravel road, biting back a scream at the feeling of the jagged edges of rocks pressing into the sensitive skin on the soles of my feet. I nearly slip the minute I step on the rocks and they skitter beneath me, but I fling my hands out to try and balance myself. I don't doubt that if they catch me here, they'll fuck me into the loose pavement, and given how much that is killing my poor feet, I can imagine it will feel a whole lot worse on my back with Killian's cock down my throat.
I just need to get to the main road. It's about a mile down the path. I've walked it before, though I've never done it barefoot, and I've also neverrundown it even with shoes. If I can get down there, I can flag a passerby for help.
That thought keeps me going when the stitch in my side makes me feel like I'm being cut in half, and it pushes me back to my feet after I trip on loose stones, falling to my knees and just barely keeping my face from smashing against the ground. Unfortunately, my slip-up costs me my advantage, and I just barely feel fingers tangle against the ends of my hair as I slip out of their reach, veering toward the trees in The Jenkins' backyard, which is dark. The canopy here is dense, blotting out the light from the moon so that I can't see more than two feet in front of me. I have to squint into the night to avoid colliding with the thick trunks of ancient trees. It's also full of life the deeper I run into the night.
The woods practically scream with the sound of crickets and hooting owls, the scratching of raccoons. A howl dies on the wind that is blocked out by the thicket of trees, and I can't tell if it's a coyote, a wolf, or one of the men chasing me.
My own breaths are jagged and violent as they rip from my lungs, my chest too tight to expand as much as it needs to accommodate the fear.
I weave between the trees until I'm dizzy, trying to lose Theo, who I haven't heard behind me since I came in here. But partof me knows that if I slow down, if I turn to try and see where they are, they'll be upon me in an instant. From here, I can't hear any of the sounds of the highway, but I push forward on faith that I'm heading in the right direction, fighting my body as my reaction time slows, each time I reach out a hand to keep from colliding with a tree, each time I catch myself against another before the roots can trip me and bring me to the ground to await capture.
The pain in my side turns to a pain in my chest as I struggle to breathe, my stomach twisting me in half with the agony. But I don't dare stop moving, clutching my side even as my vision blurs.
When I see light ahead of me, it renews my need to run, and I'm able to ignore the pain long enough to sprint toward it, thinking surely I made it.
Theo appears out of nowhere, stepping in front of me so suddenly that I can't keep from running directly into him, headfirst. He catches me in his large arms as my head collides with his broad chest, making copper flood my mouth. I don't dare look at him as I struggle out of his grip on me... or at least, as I attempt to.
"Nice try, Tiger Lily." His breath blasts against my forehead as I tilt my head to look up at him, trying to appeal to his sense of mercy.
'Theo..." I beg, struggling to catch my breath. "Let me go. Please."
"Too late for that, Bambi." Killian's voice behind me makes my spine stiffen and tears spring to my eyes, because I know that I probably wouldn't have stood a chance to plead with Monty or Theo. But with Killian here, there's absolutely zero possibility that I can attempt to talk my way out of this. I feel his breath hit the shell of my ear before he swipes my hair off my neck so that his words can ghost over my skin, making my nipples drawtight as every part of me constricts. "But since you said please, I'll show you a little mercy."
He pushes me from the back of my neck, and I stumble forward as Theo shoves me down with his hands on my shoulders.
"You keep telling me you're not a killer, so when you stabbed me back there were you just flirting with me?" Killian's hands grip my hips, and I do my best to wriggle out from under him as he slides the fabric of the dress up my back to reveal my ass to him. I still, knowing better than to wriggle around like prey to a predator.
"Don't do this," I plead, struggling not to choke on my own breath. I’m still sore from his last invasion, the way he assumed my body as if he was using me like a puppet. Never mind the fact that he pulled ruthless orgasms from me that left my body half-dead. "I can't take anymore tonight."
"You've got a lot still to take, Bambi. But I'm giving you a choice this time... do you want me to fuck your ass with the corkscrew you tried to kill me with, or my cock?"
My ass still burns from the violence of his last attack, and I clench at the thought of his large cock trying to force me open around him again. The wine key is at least nowhere near as thick as him, and the jagged part is at least sheathed by a cover.
"Please, Killian, don't."
Despite my words, I shiver when I feel his hot breath on my ass, and it makes me embarrassingly aware of how wet I am between the thighs. "You don't want to leave it up to me, Bambi," he warns. "Decide."
I bite my lip like that will stop it from trembling, but the tears fall regardless and all of me shakes as I swallow my pride. "The wine key."
"Really?" He laughs at that, and before I can figure out why it's funny to him, he rams it between my thighs, straight into my swollen pussy.
It's the handle side, and it's small compared to a dick, though the metal is heavy and uncomfortable, particularly as he drags it along my walls, desperately coating it in my reluctant arousal. I feel the moisture between my legs growing as he pumps it in and out, stoking a flame that never fully dies in their presence. And when it's good and wet, he pulls it out of me, using his thumb to spread my ass for him.
He spears me all at once, making me scream in surprise as he skates against the cuts and scrapes he gave me earlier as he tore me apart in his eagerness to have that part of me. It hurts, and I feel my stomach contracting, my face hot with sweat as I attempt to dislodge him. But Monty's got my hands pinned to the ground beneath his, rocks and twigs biting into my palms. I think I feel something squirming beneath my flesh, but it's low on my radar as Killian lines his cock up with my pussy, pressing the wine key into me again. I feel myself closing around it, filling the space he voided.
Desperate terror and desire war together for a minute as I debate telling him no and whether that would be a waste of my breath, and by then he steals the air I would have used to do it when he rams into me all in one go.
I don't know what the sound I make should be called. It doesn't sound human, and I don't know where it came from, but it seems to have escaped from somewhere deep inside.
"F-fuck." I groan as he pulls back, readying himself for another violent thrust. This time, it pushes me forward, and I have to lift my face to avoid it getting smashed in the dirt, where I'm sure dead leaves would stick to my wet face. When I look up, I lock eyes with Monty for one second before they roll back in pleasure. A glance over his back shows me Theo, sheathed inside of himwith a look of immense concentration on his face, like he has to try hard not to spill it all.
A shock reverberates somewhere deep inside me as Killian slams into me again, his taut stomach hitting my ass and driving the wine key inside of me deeper. My eyes bulge at the realization that he's impaling himself on me, and if he doesn't stop, he's going to bury the whole thing in me. Then what? I've heard horror stories of people losing stuff inside themselves this way... doll heads and butt plugs and bags of cocaine.
But a fucking wine key?
