Page 14 of Awry
They blink down at me, pausing, as if they haven’t noticed we’re only a few feet off a residential street.Heavily tree lined, yes, and no streetlights or cars or pedestrians as far as I can see.But despite the steady rain, the gray-skied afternoon offers no real cover or shelter.The few houses I glimpsed before being literally run down are large, on large lots, but a bit shabby.This far off the highway and away from a city center, this is definitely neutral territory.
People are either crazy powerful, or crazy unlucky, to live in neutral territory.Both of those possibilities work better for Presh and me, though, than they do for clearly affiliated asshole rapist bikers.Of course, being ‘rescued’ from the rabid bikers just to be kidnapped by a local wouldn’t be an improvement.
“I’ll be quick,” Breaker says, actually fucking bargaining.
“You’ll lose your shit,” Chains says.“I’m not explaining to the boss why I had to put you down.”
Breaker’s nostrils flare angrily.Maybe Chains’s stupid club moniker actually means something?Is he Breaker’s keeper?
“I’ve got her under control,” Breaker sneers.“She’s weak.But she’ll wet my dick just fine.”
Chains eyes him assessingly.Then he snaps, “Behind the wall.”He crosses back around the car without looking at me again.
Precious.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
I’ll make it through this.I always do.But Presh …
Breaker hauls me up, shoving my upper body over his shoulder.I land at least one kick to his groin before getting the wind knocked out of me.He stumbles.
Finally.Fuck.
Even walking stiffly, he manages to make it to a short path that cuts through the stone wall, then hauls me around the wall itself.He grabs my hips, yanking me off his shoulder and slamming me onto the ground.The impact, not all that softened by the wet sand, is jarring.
I roll over onto my stomach, managing to make it onto all fours.“Behind the wall is going to have to do,” I say, panting through the pain and not even remotely addressing my would-be rapist.
“You going to run for me, cunt?”Breaker taunts.“I like that.”
I can hear him loosening his clothing.Zippers being opened.Jacket, vest.Then his belt buckle clinking.
Presh is screaming at Chains on the other side of the wall, begging.Her shouts are cut off by the sound of flesh meeting flesh and a body staggering back against a car.The other shifter has gotten pissed enough to hit her.
Getting a bit more space between myself and Breaker, I roll over instead of trying to get to my feet.No running for me.I never get to run when I’m this deep into aknowing.I just suffer it — and remember the goal.
I remember Presh’s raw, red wrists and her bowed head while being held between the assholes in the cafe.I don’t have to know all the details of why she ran away in the first place to understand that she needed to run.
She needs to keep running.
So I don’t.I don’t run.
I sit on my ass in the sand, catching my breath.I ignore how much I hurt already, because it’s going to get worse.Sparks of energy twine around my wrist and up my forearm — my bracelet responding to my prompting, to the situation.
More specifically, the sulky creature that masquerades as a gold-and-brown-topaz bracelet is responding to my current needs.Sullenly, though, because he’s not a fan of damp, chilly conditions.
Huffing in anticipation, Breaker gives up on getting his belt all the way off, simply unzipping and yanking his dick out of his leather pants.He doesn’t even bother with the top button, just tugging his fleshy length through the open zipper.No need to get naked to enjoy raping me.Though he’s taken off his jacket and slung it over the stone wall — so as to not get it dirty or scratched up, I presume.
His dick is soft.A couple of kicks to the groin will do that.He jerks on it — none too gently — and takes a menacing step toward me.
I curl forward onto my feet in a low crouch.Then, grinning up at him, I plant my knees in the sand, rising into a kneeling position with my hands clasped behind me and my head tilted back — as if offering to blow him.
He hesitates, just for a moment.So he isn’t a complete idiot.But then lust overrides his functional reasoning, and his angry-red dick hardens in the three lumbering steps it takes to reach me.
“I’m going to fuck your face until your throat bleeds,” he says, close enough now that I can see he’s already smearing precum around his tip as he gives it a harsh twist at the end of an upstroke.
Presh’s sobs renew.But quieter, muffled, as if maybe she’s gagged.Chains has dragged her closer.Tucked just behind the wall, best guess, but Breaker is so huge that he blocks any sight of them.Apparently, Chains wants to take in the show.Or maybe it’s a lesson for Presh.Maybe the sick fuck is going to jerk off.Maybe he’s lining up for his own go.
I grin widely, flashing my teeth.
