Page 59 of Anathema
“I’ll be out of here in a few hours, Tyler. I’m sorry.”I groaned with a slur, not even looking to see him cross the room towards me. I could hear his footsteps on the carpet but was too drunk to care.
“That’s alright. You’re always welcome in my bed, Lexi.” Tyler chuckled before bending over me and pressing his fists into the mattress on either side of my hips.
“What are you—” I slurred.
“Shh… relax. I’ll make you feel better.” He murmured, lowering his face next to mine and lightly kissing up and down my neck. I let out a soft moan, tilting my head to the side.
“Tyler, stop. We’re friends.” No matter how good it felt, I knew I was in no state to sleep with him. Not that I ever would—even sober. I was never physically attracted to Tyler; he felt more like a big brother and best friend than a boyfriend.
I brought my hands up to push on his chest, attempting to move myself out from underneath him, but he gripped my wrists in his hands, pinning them beside my head as he continued dragging his mouth down my collarbone and chest.
“Tyler—” I pressed, squirming in his grasp.
The door behind him opened and closed again—someone else entering the room. I tried to angle my head to see who it was.
“I take it this is the Lexi you always talk about?” A rough voice came from the shadows of the room.
Tyler pulled back from me and turned his head to the man who had spoken.
“She sure is. Isn’t she perfect?” He licked his lips, “Bet she could take us bothif you’re up for it.” He chuckled darkly, pressing harder into my wrists.
My eyes widened at his words, my breaths growing erratic as I panicked.
No, no. No, no, no, no, no.
“That all depends. Is she a screamer?” I recognized him as he stepped forward, closer to my side, and my eyes trailed up his body to see his face. I didn’t know him, but I occasionally saw him around the frat house. He lived here and had a new girl every night. Most of them always ended up in his room at some point, but the worst part was that they never remembered the night by the end of it.
I parted my lips to scream for help; there had to be someone still here in this house who was sober enough to hear me. Sucking in a breath, I let out as loud of a scream as I possibly could before a large hand slapped over my mouth, muffling the rest of the sound.
“I take that as a yes. But not the kind I like.” He growled.
“There’s duct tape in the top drawer of the nightstand,” Tyler scoffed, gesturing his chin to the corner of the bed. "Jesus, Will, I thought you did this often."
“I’ll hold her down; you go get it,” Will commanded, taking my wrists from Tyler with his other hand.
My mind began to race as I considered all of my options. I had to get out of here. Tears started streaming down the sides of my face as I thought of all the things they were going to do to me.
With a split-second decision, I narrowed my eyes on Will, who hovered above me and knew that my only viable option was to fight like hell. His hand tightenedon my wrists as I parted my lips under his palm, giving him a sultry look as if I was begging for him for a taste. I had one shot at this. One.
He grinned, pulling his hand back slightly to dip his thumb into my mouth.
“I think she likes it rough, Tyler.” He laughed as I sucked his thumb between my lips and played with it. “I don’t think you need to worry about that duct tape anymore,” He added before I inhaled a deep breath and bit down hard on his thumb.
My teeth sank so deep into his finger that it broke through the skin, almost to the bone. Blood filled my mouth before I eventually let go of him and launched myself towards the door.
Will yelled several curses while Tyler sprinted across the room for me. He managed to pull me back just as my hand touched the handle. I screamed and kicked as his arms wrapped tightly around my body. I was panting but continued to fight and scream in hopes that someone, anyone, could hear me and would come up here to see what was happening.
“Fuck Lexi, I thought you were better than this,” Tyler grunted into my ear as his arms squeezed me even tighter.
“Better than what? I won’t let you orhimfuck me, you sick son of a bitch.” I couldn’t believe him. The audacity of it all, that he believed I was going to willingly let him take advantage of me. This wasn’t the Tyler I had come to know over the past three years of college. Not even close.
“That’s too bad for you then because it’s just you and us here, and everyone else in this house is too drunk to believe anything you have to say. But that won’t matter anyway because you’ll enjoy every second of this and beg us for more when we're through with you.” His words were poison in my ears, tears streaming down my face at the deep feeling of defeat.
How the fuck was I going to get myself out of this? This can’t be happening…
Boisterouslaughtercouldbeheard just outside the bedroom door, and Tyler immediately slapped a hand across my mouth to prevent me from gaining the attention of whoever was on the other side of it.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.” Tyler whisper-hissed into my ear, and I whimpered, staring at the door and praying it would open.
