Page 38 of Stolen

“I say we add a few of our own.”

Jesus Christ, these fucking assholes. I could barely fucking stand, let alone defend myself against them. Of course they’d wait until I was this vulnerable for them to strike.

“You fucking cowards,” I murmured to them as I lifted my head.

They all quieted for a moment as they stared at me, their faces stunned with amusement.

“Bitch, what did you just say to us?”

“You didn’t want to wait for me to get my strength back before you came for your revenge? Now where’s the fun in that?” I spat.

They all chuckled quietly. “You really need to let your pride go. Even with all your skills, you’re still nothing but a stupid, stubborn little whore who’s still going to get sold at auction and spend the rest of your life taking cock. Now, why don’t you lie back like a good little slave and let us have our fun? Maybe we’ll even go easy on you.”

I scowled at all of them. “Fuck you all to Hell.”

With no more words left to trade, the guards rushed me. One grabbed my wrists to pin them at the side of my head while kneeling on my hair as another attempted to grasp my legs. Summoning as much strength as I could, I managed to still kick one of them right in the face, his nose bursting with blood as he shouted in shock. Every muscle in my body was screaming in protest of any movement, but it all came to a crashing end as the two guards were able to spread my legs and kneel between them.

“Get the fuck off me, you ugly bastards!” I tried to shout, but my voice was straining under the stress already. My body was clenching with so much tension in anticipation of what they planned to do, and my fucking helplessness was hard to accept.

A hard smack to my face left me disorientated as more pain radiated up the side of my cheek. “Hold her down!” the guard between my knees said as he began to fumble with his belt buckle. As much as I pulled and twisted, it made no difference. All my strength and energy had been drained, and I hadn’t had enough rest to fully heal.

Once the guard lowered his pants, he pulled out his cock and then grabbed my hips hard enough to leave more bruises behind.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll still feel me long after you’ve been sold,” he sneered.

I braced myself for what was to come, but just as he lowered his eyes to watch himself enter me, his throat suddenly burst with blood spilling down his neck and chest as the sharpest, loudest echo shattered my ears. My wrists and ankles were immediately released as the guard fell forward on top of me, his blood coating my face, shoulders, and chest while he continued to convulse. Shock left me frozen as my ears rang like crazy while my brain fired a million signals in all different directions in an attempt to make sense of what had just happened.

Heavy footsteps tremored in the background, bringing me back to reality and forcing me to acknowledge the fresh gunshot in the guard’s neck as he continued to choke on his own blood over top of me. Panicked breaths caused me to begin to push at his body to get out from underneath him, but he was too damn heavy.

When the convulsing finally stopped, he slumped over with his head on the floor and his torso over mine, his now dead weight crushing me and straining my breathing so it became erratic and shallow. I barely managed to move his body only a few inches before the weight was completely removed and tossed a few feet away from me. But what I saw when I looked up left me so frozen in place I swore I turned to stone.

The owner was looking down on me, an unreadable look on his face as his eyes scoured up and down my frame before landing on my face.

“Are you hurt?” he asked me very plainly.

I gave the slightest shake of my head, too shocked and terrified to make even a single sound.

Accepting my answer, he moved his hardened gaze toward the remaining guards at the other end of the room. “What the fuck were you doing?” he asked them harshly.

“We…we thought you were already gone for the night,” one of them answered.

At his response, the owner began to take several hard steps toward them. With his mere presence no longer holding my body hostage, I sank into myself on the floor, clutching my shoulders as I fought back the tremors that were trying to take over. I’d been beaten, nearly raped, and had a man shot to death and die on top of me, his blood heavily coating my skin.

Jesus, the therapy I would need after this.

“I asked you a question,” came his voice again. “What the fuck were you doing?”

A few tense seconds of silence followed before one of them finally spoke up.

“The bitch fucking deserves it after what she did to Jared,” one of them reasoned.

“So, you found my punishment to be inadequate then?” the owner replied, his voice eerily calm.

“No, no, n-not at all,” another said, his voice slightly shaky. “We just wanted a piece too.”

“Did you get permission from me to take yourpiece?”

“Well, no, but we didn’t think it would be—”

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