And I’ve done what I came here to do: protect her.
Too bad I’ve screwed myself in the process.
Ah, well. Such is life: a constant fuck hole I somehow always manage to crawl out of.
Two men grip each of my arms, and though I don’t struggle... they really put an effort into jerking my hands above my head.
“Needed two of you to do this, huh? One to lift each hand?” They ignore me. The two press in on me with their smooth chests as they lift me even higher, my feet dangling as the tips of my boots barely scuff the metal flooring. “You’re really far too close for what’s considered proper for a single lady like myself.” Dude on my left just grunts as his pec squishes in on my cheek once more.
My tongue slips out, and quick as a wink, I lick him there like a deranged frog that mistakes pert nipples for flies.
His big body tenses all over before he stops his work and slowly looks down at my tilting smirk.
“Did you just...lickme?” With the lightest brush of his palm, he wipes his nipple haphazardly like that’ll really fix the germs.
“Sorry, was that indecent for this situation? I wasn’t provided with many rules before we started the game.” I blink up at him with a heavy seriousness, and he awkwardly looks to his buddy who’s still roughly tying my hands as high as he can reach. The rope bites into my wrists hard when my weight fully gives in, and neither of them mention the licking incident again as they step back.
“I get her first,” a man says with white spikes framing his skull. His tongue is as white as his skin and eyes. It’s an appearance of frost kissing his flesh. A jagged scar that arches from his shaved head to the middle of his chin only tells me that no one here will challenge his claim.
I mean... except for me.
“You’re not even in line!” I roll my eyes at him. “Do you have no time management skills? Get in a single file line, and we will all get through this as quickly as possible...” I pause then as a new process flits through my mind. “Or should we go biggest to smallest...”
The crowd has grown silent, and several of the men are now openly passing nervous glances at one another.
“Drop ’em, boys and we’ll settle who is to go first.” The confidence ringing thorough my manic voice isn’t at all like the nerves that’s skittering around at the back of my mind. The darkness in this world changes us entirely. I’m not that girl calculating which man in my life might hurt me at any given minute. I’m a girl who wants—no—deservesrespect as well as revenge when it comes to the opposite sex.
I eye them one by one, but they only shift awkwardly.
Sure. Sure. Everyone wants to use their dick, but no one wants to slap it out and show me what we’re working with.
Typical.
“Never mind. A line is fine. Single file.” I jerk my head at old Scar Skull as if to indicate where the front of the line obviously is, but no one dares come closer to me as if my crazy might be contagious.
It is. All crazy is contagious. One person wakes up one day and decides that normal doesn’t really fit them very well. And they all realize how mundane normal really is. Out with the old and... in with the crazy.
“You’re a strange one,” the beautiful man with the cosmos eyes whispers in the silence.
“Thank you.” My sultry wink only makes his smirk grow wilder.
“Take her boots off,” Starry Eyes commands.
The two brutes from earlier stride toward me, but the one who’s nipple I maimed so cruelly with my tongue keeps his distance. He tugs off my boot and tosses it somewhere behind me. The hard bang of the metal floor is the only indication where my dirty boots now reside.
“Pants too,” Starry Eyes adds.
“Ooo,” I taunt without making a sound across my invisible ohs.
Because deep inside, past my deranged mind, is logic. And logic tells me that something very, very bad is about to happen to me. My stomach turns sickly as I continue to tilt my head this way and that, swaying my hips to the soundless song that is spinning right round in my thoughts.
Taut Nips is the lucky bastard that strips off my tight leggings.
“It’s harder than it looks, huh?” I ask as he struggles with the tight material at my thighs. “I’m just happy someone else has to deal with them today instead of me.” I fake my confidence. My hands strain with pain along my wrists as he jerks them all the way down. “Had to lie flat on the bed this morning just to wiggle them on. Not easy being a whole snack sometimes, is it?” I smile at his glare and shake my head at his lack of decent conversation skills as he chucks my pants somewhere to join my lost boots.
The platform turns. As does my stomach.
The mantra of “just breathe” is really too little too late at this point, and my rational mind is telling me to brace myself for the worst.