Page 5 of The Raven
Boogie holds my watery gaze, his Adam’s apple bobbing as heswallows. “Maybe she’s had enough,” he stutters, his voice barely audible over Butch’s grunts, my whimpers, and the laughter erupting from the others.
“I’ll tell you when she’s had enough,” Grim growls, glaring at Boogie.“Fucking bitch deserves everything she gets. So does this cunt.”
He kicks the lifeless form of Eric. The blood spilled from the gapingwound in his neck staining our cream carpet.
At least he onlyhad to witness one of them rape me before his lifeended.
The force of Grim’s kick makes Eric’s body roll onto his front, mirroring myposition; his hands bound behind his back with cable ties, just like mine. The only difference in the way we are laying is that Eric hasn’t got his ass up in the air while the gang takes turns to fuck him.
I’m not so lucky.
Butch’s grip on my hips tightens, and the pace of his thrustsincreases as the others encourage him to hurry the fuck up so the next one can take their turn.
Fire scorches me from the inside out, and in a bid to block it out, I stare atEric, wishing the sweet relief of death would come for me too. I’m sure that’s what will happen after they’re finished. They’ve already beaten me black and blue, and from the pain inside me, I’m sure I’ve got internal bleeding; it’s only a matter of time before I take my last breath. But Grim ordered his boys that no one is to finish me off until they’d all had a turn.
It’s impossible to block out what is happening to me, not with theirhowls of laughter, and the overpowering stench of weed coming from Ziggy’s joint as he pollutes his lungs and the air around me.
Butch grunts as he spills his load, his come mixing with the comethat’s already inside me. From my periphery, I see Pyro undoing his belt and lowering his jeans, preparing to take his turn.
Butch suddenly releases me. I lose my balance, and my hips crash to thefloor as he steps away. Now would be my chance to try and run, but my body has already given up on me. Not that I have time to run, the second Butch moves, Pyro takes his place and plows into me with one brutal thrust.
I scream as pain rips through me, my body feeling like it’s beingsliced in half. But my scream rewards me with a kick to the face from Grim, silencing me as my mouth fills with blood and a tooth flies free.
My teary eyes once again find Boogie. He stands in the corner of theroom, his brows furrowed. When his worried gaze meets mine, I see the pity there.
‘Help me,’ I mouth, but like the coward he is, Boogie looks away, and I knowthen that no one will help me.
“I’mgoing to see if there’s anything worth stealing,” he says, refusingto look at me again.
“Don’t you want your turn, man?” Butch says, blocking Boogie’s exitout of my living room where the six of them burst in while Eric and I were enjoying a romantic night together, planning our wedding.
Boogie looks down at me, a sneer on his lips. “Nah, man. I ain’tputting my cock in the whore, not now she’s filled up with all of your jizz.”
Without looking back, he walks out, and I don’t see him again.
Tears streamed down Boogie’s face when I released my hands, hisface contorted in terror. The torment coursing through my body eased fractionally now that I’d passed it back to Boogie.
He’d just experienced every single thing I felt when he and hisbuddies broke in and attacked me. Every punch I received. Every kick. Every thrust when they destroyed me.
But I wasn’t done with Boogie yet. Before he died, he’d beg fordeath.
Just like I had.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, snot trickling from his nose, and the stenchof stale alcohol permeating the air.
I lowered my face to his so we were only inches apart. “Sorry forwhat, Boogie? Sorry for helping them break into my flat? It was you who picked the locks, right? Or are you sorry for standing back and being a cowardly piece of shit while Grim killed Eric, and everyone took their turn to rape me?”
“I didn’t…” he sobbed.
No, he didn’t rape me. But he didn’t stop them either.
He squeezed his eyes closed, muttering under his breath that this was all justa bad dream.
No such luck.
“Boo,” I whispered when he finally cracked his eyes open again,chuckling to myself as I sat back up.
Boogie’s bottom lip quivered in fear when, from behind me, I pulled out aknife I’d stashed in the back pocket of my black leather pants, the light emitting from his bedside lamp glinting off the silver blade.
