Fear shone in her eyes, and he couldn’t get to her to stop it. He was held bound and immobile with no way of getting out.
She stared right at him, even as Mitch gripped her thighs.
“You’re the one that has to be strong now. Stare at her. Don’t avert your gaze. Show her that you’re with her every single step of the way. She belongs to you, and you belong to her. You’re bound as one.”
“How do you know this?”
“Because Mitch raped the woman that was given to me. He fucked her until she was bloody, and made sure she screamed. I didn’t look away. I didn’t let her see that it was tearing me apart that I couldn’t help her. I only showed her that I had come to love her.”
“I don’t love Skye.”
“Then show her that you care. You’re friends, and this hellhole, shit happens, that binds you to her by more than a relationship.”
Noah knew the moment Mitch was raping her. Tears filled Skye’s eyes, and she sank her teeth into her lip.
He couldn’t bear to look even as he did so. He kept his gaze on her.
Her head was moving up and down as Mitch took her harder.
We’re going to get out of here. You’re going to come trick-or-treating with me, and we’re going to make new memories. Ignore him. Don’t let him win. We’re stronger than this. Stronger together.
She didn’t close her eyes even as she seemed to go vacant. She wasn’t really looking at him anymore, even as she stared at him.
Noah didn’t look away. He waited, he watched, and he felt himself shatter inside as they all finished.
Mitch stepped away from Skye, and the lights showed his cum mixed with blood.
The women were moved, and what happened next, would always stay with Noah. The men were all forced to watch.
They tortured the women, using whips on their backs, drawing out welts. For Skye, Mitch made her bleed from two of the blows. They were not done.
After they whipped every single part of their body, front and back, he had to watch them use nipple clamps. There were small, spiked instruments that locked on a woman’s nipple.
Skye screamed out, and whatever place she had gone to in order to help her deal, faded fast.
The pain of all of the women filled the air. If that wasn’t enough, they used dildos that were so large, he knew it had to hurt, and what came worse, was they used the women, just as they used him.
Benches were placed in front of them. Skye was pushed over the bench. Her gaze was on his.
“I’m here,” he said.
“I know.” Her face was covered in sweat, tears, and snot. She couldn’t stop crying.
“I’m going to show you how good a real man is,” Mitch said.
“You look at me, Skye. Look at me,” he said.
She nodded even as the man behind her spread the cheeks of her ass. The first touch of Mitch’s dick at her asshole had her tensing up.
“Skye, we’re going to get out of here, aren’t we?”
She didn’t answer but let out a scream as Mitch started to force his way inside her.
Mitch wrapped her hair around his fist, jerking her head up, and he had no choice but to look into her eyes as slowly the other man hurt her.
Tears ran down her cheeks, and she screamed. This was torture to the women, but also a message to the men. They were helpless. They couldn’t help their women.
They were worse than nothing. Skye was nothing more than a body.