“Kenna, no!” Kelsey reaches out to me, but the man called Nogales holds her back. “Kenna,” she whimpers.
I shake my head to quiet my sister, staring at her as if she can understand my plea that she make herself invisible. “It’s fine, Kelsey.”
“You got a smart fucking mouth, bitch. Let’s put it to use.”
Hector undoes his oversized belt buckle and then the buttons on his jeans, a dark intent burning in his gaze. He laughs when my eyes widen.
“Yeah, that’s right. You like flapping your jaws so much, I got somethin’ for you to flap on.”
Nogales’ foot presses into the middle of my back, urging me forward, but I refuse to budge. I know there’s no way out of this, but it’s better me than Kelsey, and it’s better I make it as difficult as possible in the process.
“Go, bitch.”
“No.”
Hector steps forward and yanks me by the hair until my eyes focus on the naked bulb on the ceiling. I refuse to look at him until I feel the cold metal of a gun against my temple.
“Do what I say bitch, and you might live long enough to regret you ever met me.”
His words are full of pride like he wants to terrorize me. He pulls his dick out and starts to stroke it.
“Now, Kenna, be a good girl and make me feel good.”
I don’t move, and he presses the gun harder against my temple.
I stare at him defiantly, and he glares back at me, a tense but silent standoff before he shoves his cock down my throat. I start to choke. I don’t dare close my eyes because I’m afraid of what might happen if I do, so I stare at his angry face while his cock plunges in and out of my mouth, deep down my throat. Finally, tears blur my vision.
His grip tightens on my hair, tugging so hard my eyes sting. The anger on his face tells me this is all for show. He yanks my head back and forth like a ragdoll, fucking my mouth as if I’m an inanimate object.
“Fucking stupid fucking bitch. We’ll see if Ace wants you when I’m done with you.”
I’m stuck in this position, and there’s nothing to say or do but accept the invasion of his filthy dick. Long minutes pass while he uses my mouth, growing angry that his cock betrays him.
Still hard, he’s no closer to climax than when he started. His hips start to move faster and harder, his belt buckle slams against my chin over and over, and I know if I don’t die here today, there will be a bruise tomorrow.
“Suck it!” The roar echoes in the basement, his anger filling every inch of empty space. His hips pump faster and faster, almost like he’s nearly finished, but he stops abruptly.
“Suck it,” he growls, and I feel relief as the gun leaves my head. “Suck it now, or I’ll put a fucking bullet in your sister’s head.”
Kelsey cries out, and my gut clenches. Do it for her. I swallow, and his legs buckle.
“Yeah, that’s better.” Slower this time, his hips thrust, his grip tightens, and he gets into the reluctant blow job.
“Fucking useless bitch,” he growls. “Except for this mouth.”
It is the most degrading moment of my life, and I bite back that sensation and focus on keeping Kelsey and me alive, long enough to escape or be rescued. His cock gets harder, and my mouth floods with his jizz, a sensation that turns my stomach. As soon as he pulls his cock out, I spit it out. Right on his boots.
“Bitch!” He smacks me, and I reward him by spitting the rest out, right between his shoes.
“You’ll pay for that.” A beat later, his phone buzzes in his pocket, and a frown crosses his face.
“We gotta go. Now.”
Hector and Nogales haul ass up the stairs, and I can hear their heavy-booted footfalls across the floor. A squeaky door opens and then closes. Less than a minute later, I hear the roar of motorcycles starting up in almost four-part harmony.
“Kelsey, this is our chance.” I stand and reach my hand out to help her up. “We have to get out of here.”
Her body is shaking with silent sobs, and she shakes her head. “We can’t, Kenna. They’ll kill us.”
“They’re going to kill us either way. Right now, they’re gone, and this is our shot.”
She sits still on the floor, an emotional mess. I understand her fear, especially with a life growing inside of her. But we don’t have time for this.
“Don’t make me drag you out of here, Kels. This is our shot, and we have to take it.”
“Kenna, I’m scared.”
“You think I’m not? I’m scared shitless, but I’m not ready to die. You have three seconds to get up.”
She keeps shaking her head like staying here is an option.