Page 29 of Vendetta

I know she’s in one of them. My gut tells me so.

I curl my hands into fists.

If they’ve hurt her, if they’ve even thought to touch her I’m going to flay them alive.

“Get me a location. I want to know where they’re headed. I want to know where they took her and I want to know it now.” I bellow.

Her

Idon’t know where I am.

They’ve put something over my head like a sack. It’s cold. And it’s quiet. Horribly so.

Someone shoved me on a chair and I guess I should be grateful I’m not forced to lie on the freezing concrete that even now is soaking the warmth from my feet.

A door opens. I know it’s for this room. This place I’m in and I whimper before I can stop myself.

“This is her?” Someone says and someone else grunts.

They’re standing over me now. I can sense them. I can hear their breathing.

One of them grabs my head wrenching it back through the fabric sack.

“I wouldn’t bother removing it.” The other man says. “Apparently her face is all fucked up.”

The man holding me snorts. “So what’s he see in her then?”

“Fuck knows but her body’s decent enough.”

The man holding me takes the opportunity to grope my left breast hard and grunts in agreement.

I screw my face up. I know they can’t see me. I know they wouldn’t care if they could but I’m petrified. All my confidence, all my belief that Nico would protect me is starting to come crashing down like a house of cards. Was I an idiot? Was I stupid to put my faith in him, a man I hardly know, in truth a man I’ve already given far too much to. I should have known better, I mean has history not shown me enough times what happens when I ignore my instincts?

I’m forced up, out of the chair and made to walk

I don’t know where they’re taking me now but every step fills me with dread and I try to stop it, trying to stop moving but my legs are kicked out from under me and I’m dragged. The floor cuts into my shins, into my skin and I bite my lip hard to not give them any satisfaction of hearing me cry.

I’m in a new room.

It’s warmer. All I can hear are the two men’s breathing and my own.

A hand gropes me. Another starts peeling away my clothes. I know what’s happening. What they’re going to do. I’m not an idiot and I cry out, trying to get them off me but it’s no good. My hands are tied and besides it’s two against one. I don’t stand a chance.

Rough calloused hands run over my skin. It feels so different from how Nico touches me. These men aren’t doing it out of pleasure.

It’s a control thing.

A dominance thing.

Just like the men from the alley.

I whimper again as one of them twists my nipple so hard I think it might rip.

“She’s got curves alright.” He says as I squirm desperately trying to get away.

“Let’s find out what her cunt feels like.” The other says and I hear his belt being undone. I fight harder then. I kick out. I try to punch the man behind me with my arms but I can’t even get any movement.

They laugh and I’m pulled back, pulled to sit on one of them. I can feel his dick against my ass. The prick is hard. This is turning him on.

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