All the while, she heard Noah grunt, curse, and demand answers. Even now, he thought he was the one in control.
****
The room wasn’t too small or too big. Kind of strange to Noah as he looked at the room. His arms were tied together, not that he had the strength to fight. Skye was held, and she kept gasping as the guy who held her kept yanking on her arm or hair without a care to the fact he was hurting her.
Noah didn’t know why he was here or what the hell would happen. So far, they’d been left alone for hours, days, weeks?
No, it couldn’t be weeks.
He couldn’t believe they’d been left for weeks. They shared a room, but it hadn’t been for a long time, surely.
“Welcome to your room,” one of the men with a beard said.
A chill ran down Noah’s spine as the one holding Skye threw her across the room. She hit the wall, and he winced as he heard the crack of her head against it.
She fell to the floor, the tips of her fingers touching the blood that was already seeping from the cut.
“Fuck, check on her.”
He was so tired. He wasn’t used to being this helpless.
“Get up bitch!” There were three men, and now the third one was onto Skye, picking her up off the floor.
She was crying as he lifted her up and with the back of his hand, hitting her again.
“Leave her alone.” He tried to fight the guy who held him, but it was no good. He couldn’t get free.
The man holding her was covered in ink, and the dark lines of his tattoos stood out against his pale skin.
“Let him see,” he said.
Noah was held as the inked man grabbed Skye’s hair, twisting it around his fist as he tore at her shirt.
The seams gave way too easily, and Noah didn’t like where this was going. The bra she wore was stripped away by a knife as the inked guy slit across the fabric. Her tits spilled out.
He didn’t see them though as the inked man cupped them hard, his fingers digging into her flesh.
“Stop, please,” Skye said.
“Oh, baby, we’re just getting started. Don’t worry. You won’t have to fuck my cock this time. Soon though. I’ll get to tear you a-fucking-part with my dick.”
She cried out, and whimpered as the inked man thrust against her ass.
“Are you ready, jock?” The one holding him suddenly cupped his dick.
Noah jerked away, taken aback by the touch.
He didn’t know the men’s names, and the one near him burst out laughing. “I think we have a shy one here.”
“Oh, they’re always shy, but that’s okay. They’re going to do as we want.”
Noah didn’t know what to do as the cuffs around his wrists were removed. He wanted to attack, to try to get himself and Skye free, but he couldn’t do it. His body was so sluggish and against three large guys, he didn’t stand a chance, not with how one of them was holding Skye.
“Strip down, boy,” the inked one said.
He didn’t do anything.
One cry from Skye, and he saw they had a knife pressed to her throat.