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“You do what I want, when I want.”

“Like fuck I do,” I whisper angrily.

He smiles an evil smile. “If what I want is my cock splitting your virginal ass in two… then that’s my call. Not fucking yours.”

I swallow the fear in my throat as his cold eyes hold mine.

“Go to Hell,” I whisper.

“I’m the gate keeper of Hell, baby. Welcome home.”

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His eyes hold mine before he stands and pulls a t-shirt over his head and zips up his jeans. He walks toward the door.

“Where…. where are you going?” I stammer.

“Out,” he grunts.

I look around the cold room. “You can’t leave me here like this. Please. Please let me go. Untie me.” I shake my head in a panic. “I won’t say anything to anyone. I swear, I won’t.”

His eyes hold mine for a moment before he turns toward the door again.

“I’m cold. Please. Let me get some clothes on,” I plead.

Without a care or one smidgen of remorse, he disappears out the door. It clicks as he turns the lock from the outside.

Silence.

The sound of my breath quivers through the air. I pant as I try to control my erratic heartbeat. Petrified tears of despair roll down my cheeks.

What do I do now?

* * *

The glow of a small lamp is the only light in the large room and it’s been hours since my captor left. To the right of the door is a sliding doorway that I’m assuming leads to a bathroom. I can see the reflection of a towel hanging up in a mirror. A small desk, lamp, and chair are in the corner and a small two-seater lounge is at the foot of the bed. The room is cold and unwelcoming. The walls are painted a dark, charcoal grey, and I have this weird sensation that the room is moving. I know it can’t be, it must be the drugs they gave me to knock me out. It feels as though it’s nearly morning, although I have completely lost track of time. I hear a commotion outside and then the key turning in the door.

Oh no. He’s back. My heart rate picks up and I stop breathing as I watch the door slowly open. He comes into sight and flicks the light on, smiling darkly as his eyes scan my body.

“Honey, I’m home.” He smirks.

Fucking asshole.

I turn my head away from him and stare at the wall. I can’t even look at this monster. Suddenly, a group of drunk men stumble into the room behind him and I screw up my face in fear. The smell of alcohol is pungent and I know they are here to take turns.

“We came for our dessert.” One of the men smiles as he unzips his jeans.

They all start to wolf whistle as one gropes my breast and another puts his hand between my legs.

“No,” I whisper. “Please, no.”

“Hands off.” The tall man growls. “Get out.”

“Fuck off, man. You’ve had your fun. It’s our turn.” He unzips his pants and holds his dick above my face.

The tall man pushes him away from me. “I said… get the fuck out. I’m not sharing. I told you already.”

Another man takes my breast in his mouth and the tall guy pushes him to the floor violently and kicks him while he’s down. Another one launches himself over my body and the tall guy punches him hard in the face. They all start to argue.



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