Eleanore ignores me as she turns her icy gaze on Gabriel, walking across the room to slap him hard. “You have no idea about your slutty little girlfriend here. I knew she would go for it, that’s why I asked her. You need to see her for what she really is. A whore. She’s been begging for it before she even hit puberty.”
“You mean you let someone rape her repeatedly,” he hisses. “Some fucking mother you are!”
“Is that what she told you?” She shakes her head in disgust. “Because, I can assure you she was begging him for it. You should have seen how pathetic she was.”
“I was eight years old!” I bawl out. “How could I possibly be begging for it?”
“Enough!” she snaps, walking back across the room to sit down in the chair beside me. “Fuck her now, and make sure it’s brutal. I want to see all of them squirm.”
I vaguely hear Gabriel cursing at Allan before he thrusts himself on top of me, holding me down with the brute force of his body weight. His hands seem to be everywhere, groping me as he tries to rip my jeans off. I manage to get my mangled hand free of the rope and punch him in the face. His eyes narrow and turn to shades of pure black as he grabs my head and slams it down into the floor.
“Fucking bitch!” he spits in my face.
He’s angrier now, and his hands let me know it as he assaults me. I’m still disoriented from the bump to my head, but I manage to bring my knee up between his legs, hitting him square in the balls. He doubles over on top of me, crying out in agony.
I can’t move, can’t see anything around me. I can barely make out the muffled voices in the room underneath his suffocating weight. All I can feel is the pain everywhere I try to fight him off. And then his fist, smashing into my face repeatedly. Blackness wavers in and out of my vision, threatening to take me under.
Something warm is trickling down my head. Blood. But he still hasn’t managed to remove any of my clothing, and I can at least be grateful for that. It’s short-lived though when his eyes go deadly calm and his hands wrap around my throat, squeezing hard. My breath slips from my chest as I flail beneath him. I pull at his arm, but it’s no use. I’m going to die if I don’t do something.
I slip my free hand beneath me, reaching for the gun in one last attempt. After several fumbles, I’m finally able to dislodge it from my waistband. I pull hard until the rope slackens beneath, giving me enough room to shove it into his gut. Confusion washes over his face, and his hands loosen around my neck as he leans up to see what I’m holding. Without hesitation, I fire off two rounds. He slumps over on top of me, his blood soaking into my clothes.
Chapter Six
Victoria
When I catch my breath, my eyes flash open and the outside world invades my senses. I push the heavy mass of Allan’s body off of me, the noise in the room finally registering in my brain. Gabriel is screaming something, but I can’t focus on the words. My head is spinning when I sit up, the blackness threatening to return. I almost succumb to it before I close my eyes and force myself to take some deep breaths.
It takes me a minute to get a grasp on what’s happening around me. When I look across the room, Eleanore is on top of Alanna, punching her relentlessly. Alanna flails her arms weakly in defense, but has clearly already lost the battle. The sight alone is enough to send another surge of adrenaline through my body. I stand on shaky legs, the sheer force of will the only thing holding me together at this point.
Gabriel screams something at me, but I can’t and don’t want to hear what he’s saying. I have one thing on my mind as I creep up behind Eleanore and place the cold metal barrel of the gun to her head.
“Get off of her, now.”
Everyone in the room is staring at me. The voice that just came from my throat is so foreign, so cold and unfamiliar, I don’t even know what to make of it. But right now, I really don’t care. Eleanore freezes when she realizes what’s happening, and Alanna lets out a soft moan as her head lolls to the side and she passes out.
“Get on your knees, and don’t fucking move,” I command.
She reluctantly does as I ask while Gabriel stares at me in shock. He’s pulling at his ropes, still trying to get free.