Page 49 of Vow of Vengeance
And yet, it's exactly what happens. I watch the man manipulate Soren's unconscious body, catching occasional glimpses of her arms or legs as he puts everything where he wants them.
He's going to fucking rape her.
My everything.
My fucking world, and this stranger is just going to violate her. Victimize her.
Where the fuck is Vin and why is he allowing this to go on?
The man is large, bulky and athletic. He's going to snap her in two if he's not gentle... and something tells me he isn't gentle as I watch his back straighten, shoulders arching back as he forces his way inside of her.
Rage floods my veins, as he hikes her leg higher and grunts in satisfaction. I don't linger to watch him fuck her.
Instead, I look at the album, positively stuffed with these discs, and select another from near the back.
The camera set up is a bit different, offering me a better view of Soren unconscious on the bed before the man comes into the video. There's no tattoo on this one, and he's scrawnier, but still vile. I watch him flip her body onto her stomach, chuckling when he has to turn her head so it's not pressed into the covers. It allows me to see her face. Her gorgeous face, so completely blank, devoid of emotion because she's drugged to hell and back. She has zero idea of what's going on, and thank fucking god for that because I hear the creep say he prefers the snug fit of an ass, moments before he lifts her hips.
Her small body is practically dead as he folds her in half, and it lurches forward as he eases in. I hear something about lube, and I assume it's Vin offering it to him. "It'll be easier once she starts bleeding. She'll open for me. I can't be the first one who's taken her ass?"
I've never wanted to murder anyone so badly as I do right now. I don't even know who I'd try to kill, given that Vin is dead. I suppose I could run this fucker's face through my software and hunt him down. I have no idea how to get away with murder, but I bet I can do it if I find the right people. I've already got the police in my pocket.
I'm considering how I'm going to kill this fucking piece of shit when he grunts and collapses against her like a true fucking minute man. Pathetic, but I'm grateful. I'm grateful it didn't lastlong, that out of all the abuse that must take place in this album, that one was brief.
I don't reach for another disc. I'm actually about to pop it out when the camera shifts and the formerly black screen blooms to life with a new video. It's no longer set up stationary- someone's holding it, panning it over Soren's gorgeous naked body.
She's still passed out, on her back and spread eagle, posed for the camera to view all of her intimate angles. And then it pans quickly to the man stepping toward her, his face, the anxiety clearly written there.
"She'soutout, right? No chance she'll wake?"
"I've done this hundreds of times. She's not waking up anytime soon, and certainly not when you've got your dick in her."
The man who's clearly there to rape her looks like he's having second thoughts, but his eyes traipse over her longingly, and it's clear. No matter how wrong he knows it is, he won't be stopping before he has his fun.
"Go on," Vin chuckles. "Fuck her. I know you've always wanted to. She can't stop you. And she'll never have to know."
His tongue darts out over his lips and he glances at the camera, at the man holding it, like he's seeking permission. He must get it, because he grips her thigh and drops onto the bed, still wearing his boxers. I watch him bury his face in her pussy and hear Vin laugh.
"You paid me five hundred bucks just to eat out my wife? Fuck, Khan, I'd have let you do it for free. Ren wouldn't have, though."
I freeze, my mind trying to grapple with what I've just heard. Surely it was a misunderstanding. I heard it wrong.
The man's nose is buried between her thighs, which he spreads to grant himself deeper access to her. It impedes his grunted response as Vin pans the camera in close on the side of the man's face.
I don't want to watch this, but I stare, transfixed, waiting for a close-up, proof to reinforce the belief that's taking shape in my mind, the realization.
And it comes when he finally lets her free with a smacking sound and turns to the camera, his chin and lips shining with her juices and his spit.
"How's my wife taste, buddy?"
"Delicious." Khan smirks. "And like she'll never fucking know about this, right?"
I can see the determination in his eyes, the lust that's overtaken his own sense of morality.
"Fuck no." Vin laughs. "You think I'd tell her I drugged her and let her best friend fuck her for money? Not a fucking chance. She'd leave me if she knew. This is just our secret. She's always wanted us to bond, right?"
"Right." Khan nods.
And then he reaches into his boxers and grips his dick. He forces it into her swiftly, thanks to his prep work.
