Another hand shoves my panties to the side and rough fingers start to rub against my tender flesh. They aren’t gentle and I try to squeeze my thighs together to stop the assault, but the rope won’t give away even an inch. Another hand gropes my breasts and pinches my nipple much harder than Wes or even Trey had done earlier. A scream tries to escape my throat, but I bite the inside of my cheek and swallow it down. I won’t give them the satisfaction of hearing me.
“Scream, Princess, scream for your daddy,” Wes says right beside my ear, so close that his minty breath fans over my face. Then he comes even closer, his lips graze my earlobe right before I feel his teeth biting it. His grip on my throat loosens just as he bites down hard.
“Scream!” Trey orders on the other side of me. Time stands still for a moment and I see Wes and Trey exchange a look.
“Oh, you don’t want to beg us anymore?” Trey sneers and then out of nowhere a finger sinks deep inside me, it’s thick and intrusive and it remains still inside of me. At the same time, my nipple is twisted painfully. My eyes are closed again, and I don’t know who is doing what, all I know is that there are multiple hands on me, touching me all over.
The finger inside of me moves a little, but it’s surprisingly gentle, almost like he’s curling his finger inside of me hitting some spot that sends a jolt of pleasure through me. I want to hold onto that feeling but with all the other hands on me…hurting me, I can’t concentrate on it. Everything runs together, pain and pleasure bleed into each other and the onslaught of sensations becomes too much to contain the scream waiting to pass my lips.
I want to believe they won’t take it further, but I’m not dumb. They want revenge, they want my tears, my pain. They want me to feel all that they have. Fear grips me, sinking its claws deep inside my chest. And with that, I release a cry of pain that echoes through the room and probably all the way down the hall.
As soon as the scream leaves my lips, I regret it. I don’t want my father to see me like this, to be afraid for me. I don’t want to give in to their demands. I don’t want to believe the vile things they’re saying about my father. I suck in a shaky breath, trying to get my erratic heartbeat under control.
“Trey, turn off the camera,” Wes orders and the hand on my breast disappears. A moment later so does the finger from inside of me. I open my eyes, blinking away tears. It isn’t until I turn my head, that I notice Wes isn’t gripping my throat anymore.
His hand is simply holding my chin now, his thumb running over my jawline in a soothing manner. Before he lets go completely, our eyes lock and for a second, I see something that looks a lot like regret in his eyes. He averts his eyes and when I follow his gaze, I find Trey and Declan standing beside the bed looking at me. To my shock, I see the same whirlwind of emotions reflected in Trey’s eyes. Declan’s gaze stays emotionless just as before.
“What now?” Trey asks.
“We’ll send the video to Richards, give him until tomorrow to respond.”
“And…?” Trey nods his head toward me.
“We can’t leave her here, the door won’t lock. We’ll take her upstairs,” Declan says and starts to undo the rope on my ankles. Apparently, this is not something they have to vote on because Wes starts to untie one wrist while Trey does the other. My body starts to shake uncontrollably and my teeth chatter together.
“Are you going to hurt me more?” The words quiver from my lips.
“Not tonight, Princess,” Trey says softly, softer than I thought possible out of his mouth. I’m almost hyperventilating, relief flooding my veins when I realize they aren’t actually going to rape me, or beat me…at least not right now.
Trey slides his arms under my body and picks me up like I weigh nothing and something inside of me cracks at that moment. I’m so confused, hot and cold all at once. I know I can’t trust them, that I shouldn’t crave their touch, but I feel broken and I can’t help leaning into Trey’s chest to seek comfort and warmth.
When we walk out of the room, I notice that they leave everything in there, the camera, the duffel bag, and even the ropes are still partially tied to the bed. It’s then that I know they are planning to bring me back here and do worse…but by then everything will be straightened out. They’ll contact my father and realize that they made a mistake.
By tomorrow everything will be back to normal, and I can forget that today ever happened. When we get back into the elevator my eyelids are impossibly heavy, exhaustion washes over me, making my limbs feel like lead. I think I used up all my adrenaline reserves and I’m now running on fumes. I don’t know what time it is, but it must be past three in the morning. None of the men say anything, their silence lulling me into darkness. My eyes drift closed and all I hear is Trey’s steady heartbeat against my ear as I quickly drift off into a deep sleep, praying for a better outcome tomorrow.