Their Captive

“She’s seen our faces and she’s heard your name. We can’t let her live.” I knew this would be my fate before he even said it, but still hearing the words out loud terrifies me. I start to shake beneath the man holding me down, the man named Trey.

“Maybe we can use her against him? Maybe she even knows where it is?”

“I-I know nothing. I swear, please don’t kill me.” Trey grabs me by the back of the neck, forcing my head backward, his hold is tight, pulling the hair tight against my scalp. My lips tremble, tears welling in my closed eyes.

“It would be a waste to kill you right away,” he whispers into my ear, his teeth grazing the tender flesh of my earlobe. A shudder runs through my body when I realize something large is poking against my ass.

“Oh, I bet we could come up with a use for her,” one of the other guys says, his voice dripping with lust.

“She’s pretty enough, I’ll have to get a peek between her thighs, but I’ll bet she’s got some use in her,” the third guy agrees, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“You keep her down here and make sure she behaves. We’ll clear out the safe upstairs.” I listen to two sets of footsteps disappear up the stairs, torn between elation that two of them are gone and fear for not wanting to be alone with this guy.

“You smell nice,” he whispers into my hair before releasing my neck from his grip. He shifts on top of me, giving me some room to breathe and I take the chance to suck in a precious breath of oxygen into my burning lungs.

“Turn around,” he orders. “I want to see you.”

I shake my head, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming. One of the guards has to be out there, right? Maybe if I scream loud enough, they’ll hear me. My hope of being rescued diminishes with each second though. If they haven’t come in yet, then they probably won’t.

My body shakes, tremors of fear rattling me to my core. The last thing I want is to show myself to him, and I definitely don’t want to see him. I want to keep my eyes closed and pretend this is all a bad dream. But if I know anything, it’s that these men don’t care about anything but committing their crimes. When I don’t say anything after a long moment, he grabs me by the shoulders and forces me to turn beneath him so I’m lying on my back with his body straddling mine. I can feel his thick shaft digging into my stomach.

Oh god…please no.

“Open your eyes, Princess.” He grabs my face, his thumbs digging into my cheek. I shake my head no, but his hands on my face are making it hard for me to move.

“Open them, or you won’t like what happens next,” he growls, and the warning is clear. I remind myself that I’m dealing with criminals, and not amateur ones. These men won’t hesitate to shoot me or rape me. Out of instinct and a need to protect myself my eyes pop open without permission, unshed tears slipping down my cheeks as they do.

I blink a few times, the light hurting my eyes while I adjust to it.

“Now that wasn’t too hard, was it? Don’t be a pain in the ass, and do what we tell you to, and you might make it out of this alive.” I stare up at him and into his piercing green eyes, trying to find some type of kindness there. I pray for a sliver, an ounce of compassion I could draw out and use against him. But as I gaze into his eyes, I see neither compassion or kindness…no, I find someone who is filled to the brim with hate and rage. I’ve never seen anyone look at me like this as if he despises me simply for breathing.

“Take whatever you want,” I whisper. I couldn’t care less about anything in this house. I’ll give them the safe combination myself if it means they’ll let me go.

“Oh, we will,” he smirks. “You included.” He lets go of my face just so he can run both of his hands down and over my body. I grab his wrists, trying to get him to stop but he just takes both of my hands into one of his pressing them to the floor above my head.

“Tell me, Jessa, have you ever been with a man before?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” I sneer, my temper flaring. He smirks sinisterly, his grip on my wrist tightening. I whimper, trying to escape his grasp.

“You don’t, but one way or another we’ll find out. I suppose it’s best to tell us now, so we know if we should just take you, or prepare you. Don’t want to break you too early. I mean there are three of us, and we plan to get our fill of you.”