Outcasts (Badlands 3) - Page 10
There was the familiar tightening in my lower stomach, the pressure slowly building.
I willed it away, thinking every demented thought I could. I dragged the memory of Cali drilling into a man’s dick to the forefront of my mind.
I thought of the precise way the cannibals had used a crowbar to break my uncle’s ribcage apart right in front of me.
The distraction worked. It didn’t take Vitus long to finish; I held onto those minutes like a lifeline. When he finally buried himself one last time, coming with a vomit-inducing moan, I forced his cock out of me before it had stopped twitching.
He hopped up with a smile I wanted to punch off.
“Damn, look at this.” He grabbed his softening dick and thumbed off some of my body’s obvious betrayal. Without warning he reached out and wiped it down the side of my face, laughing when I knocked his hand away.
I pulled my dirty slip back down and diverted my gaze to my toes as he tucked himself away.
“Well, I can’t say you’re the best I’ve ever had. I’m not really into corpses, but the others might be.”
I jack-knifed into a standing position so fast, he took a cautionary step away from me. “What do you mean the others?”
As he pulled his shirt back over his head and let it fall into place, I already knew the answer. Why did I think it would end with him? I was an idiot.
Without giving any indication I was about to bolt, I darted towards the bathroom, paying no mind to the semen slowly sliding down my inner thigh.
There was a flimsy lock on the door. I knew in the recess of my mind that the move was illogical and did nothing but buy me maybe a few minutes. I went for it anyway.
He didn’t try to stop me. I made it inside, slammed the door, and slid the deadbolt into place.
A creak sounded, followed by footsteps, and I knew his family had filed back into the room.
“Where the fuck she go?”
“She locked herself away. I didn’t have to force her. She willingly let me between them legs. I told her one of you was next. I don’t think she likes ya’ll as much as she did me,” Vitus joked.
He made me sound like a whore. I sort of felt like one too. In my head, I hadn’t willingly given him a damn thing. But that wasn’t true, was it?
“Get her outta there,” the man named Vance ordered. I assumed that directive was given to Noah.
“Petals?” his soft voice called out to me not a minute later.
My heart crashed against its cavity. I’d been terrified plenty of times, but never like this. My eyes darted all around the room, stopping on the toilet.
The whole pre-conceived notion I’d had of throwing a battle to win the war seemed so naively childish then.
I didn’t have a chance of winning anything, so why not go down swinging?
“Petals, open the door,” Noah tried again.
“My name isn’t fuckin Petals!” I lifted the top piece off the water tank and curled my fingers around the rim. Scampering backward, I made my way to the furthest corner and slid down the wall.
I brought my knees to my chest and watched the door. Adrenaline had my clenched hands shaking around the chunk of porcelain. Too many voices began murmuring at once for me to understand what it was they were saying.
They ceased abruptly. A millisecond later, the lock hit the dull tiled floor, and the weak wooden door blasted into the wall. I rose to my feet as Hawke barreled into the room.
He came straight for me, taking notice of the toilet lid a breath too late. I swung with everything I had, connecting with his dome.
“Sonofabitch!” He clutched the side of his head and stumbled sideways.
Vance was right behind him, and I wasn’t lucky a second time. I swung at him with a heaving growl spilling from my lungs. He dodged it, grabbing hold of the lid and easily pulling it from my hands after a four-second struggle.
I wasn’t expecting him to return the favor. When the lid hit the side of my forehead, pain had my mind going blank long enough for him to grab me by the legs and drag my shock-slackened body almost clear out of the bathroom the second I hit the floor.
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