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I scramble up on all fours and straddle him, I fix my gaze on the wall behind the headboard. I can’t bear to look into my rapist eyes.
I can try to survive this.
I must survive this!
Gianni’s dick slides into me and he thrusts up hard as he pulls on my nipple barbells. I hear the sound of a bottlecap right before cold liquid is drizzled in the crack of my ass.
“No, no, no, not here! Please, not there.” I beg.
None of the men reacts on my pleading, too lost in their own lust.
“Fuck her ass, Manchini!” The nameless man bellows.
I think I should be grateful they use lube this time. Tears fall onto Gianni but he doesn’t care, if anything it feels like he’s getting harder inside me.
Manchini’s fingers enter my asshole and in reaction to it I jolt forward, trying to get away but Gianni’s hands on my hips keep me in place.
“Hurry up asshole. Fill hers up before I blow inside her.”
Suddenly I feel the nameless guy’s arms around my shoulders, keeping me in place. He lifts one of his hands and I see the glint of a knife. He presses it to my neck and whispers in my ear.
“You are good little slut and you’re coming home with me this Sunday. You are going to enjoy their dicks and you are going to scream for me. I want to see your cunt dripping with their cum just like your face is now.” He lazily licks the cum of my cheek. I feel the tip of his knife break the skin and feel blood dripping down on my chest.
I can feel Manchini’s dick press against my asshole before he pushes in. I thought the pain was unbearable before but this is worse, far worse.
With the knife to my throat I scream in pain, the room spins and then… the world turns black.
24 - Alessia
The air in Villa Borghese is heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine. The gardens are quiet at this hour, the usual hum of tourists replaced by the distant rustle of leaves and the faint hum of Rome’s nightlife beyond the park. My boots crunch softly against the gravel path as I approach the designated spot, a small clearing near a stone fountain.
I spot him before he sees me. Neck Tattoo Guy is leaning against the fountain, his hands in his pockets, the sharp angles of his face illuminated by the moon. He is exactly as he appeared in the surveillance footage, calm, composed, and completely unreadable.
“Alessia,” he calls out, his voice low and smooth as I step into the clearing. “Right on time.”
I stop a few feet away, keeping my posture neutral but inside I’m nervous as hell. “Where is she?”
His lips twitch into something resembling a smirk. “Straight to business. I can respect that.”
I take astep closer, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. “I didn’t come here to chat. You said you know where Harper is. Prove it.”
He tilts his head, “She’s in Rome,” he says finally. “But first, we need to set some ground rules.”
“We don’t need to do anything,” I snap.
