Page 12 of Claiming Charlotte

Walker growled and wrapped a hand around my throat. “You’re going to regret that, whore.”

The man who brought the phone in pushed my head to the side harshly and I felt the sting and burn as he injected me and I stopped struggling, even though I wanted desperately to gouge his eyes out of his skull. Tears streamed down my face as the gag was painfully returned to my mouth stretching it open. At least let me clean up first. I couldn’t ask though; he would just laugh.

All that could leave my mouth was a pained whine when Walker entangled his fingers in my hair yanking my head back.

“You’re going to enjoy this, whore,” he said, undoing the button on his pants with his free hand.

My face blanched as I realized what he was going to do.

“Please no,” I tried to beg.

He hoisted me up and wrapped my legs around his torso and I struggled with every ounce of energy I had until a familiar shock tensed my muscles. I felt so weak, like I’d just run a ten-mile marathon and done a thousand push-ups.

“Oh, I’ll be doing whatever I want going forward, Charlotte. I’ve wanted this for so long. Nobody can protect you now,” he said, lining himself up with my entrance and driving himself deep inside with a growl. I screamed; with every stroke, it felt like he was breaking me in half. He didn’t give me time to react as he dragged himself out before pushing his way back in. Too focused on Walker's assault, I couldn't sense a table being placed next to me and the phone being set down.

“The first thing you're going to do for me is come to his screams, because that’s who you are, Charlotte, a dirty whore. My dirty whore,” He groaned.

I watched his head as he fell in and out of consciousness. He would have to kill me, because I won’t be doing that for him. Another body approached me from behind spreading my asscheeks open and wasted no time plunging into my asshole, no adjustment, and no lube, these men wanted me to hurt, wanted to break me. They moved in time with each other, and it was the worst pain I had ever endured in my life, begging them to stop, scream after scream ripping from my throat.

Yet, a familiar warmth spread throughout my body as another hand pressed a vibrator against my clit. I started hyperventilating; this person was wearing a mask, so, I couldn’t even begin to see who this person was. For all I know it was Lacey again. The man brutally stretching my asshole grabbed my chin and made me face the screen.? Rowan had his head hung back and his chest heaved. He was alone in the darkness, all but one light shining over his bloodied body. Is he crying? Can he hear me?

My question was answered as his own pained cry shattered my heart.

“I’m sorry!” He yelled, fighting weakly against the restraints. I vowed then to stay quiet; no matter how much it hurt.

Closing my eyes, my back arched as the shock coursed through my veins, it burned the skin on my neck, and I stayed true to my word as they ripped every orgasm out of me.

Go to your happy place, Lottie, and stay there. It's the only way you're going to survive this.

Rowan

My brain was foggy, and I was tired… no, exhausted from disassociating from everything. Lottie’s screams felt like they went on for hours, finally dying down after some time. While hearing them destroyed every part of me, it was the only indicator that she was still in this house, and alive. Jason, the man I thought was my lifelong friend, had betrayed me, and the knowledge of that alone was torture enough.

He had been by my side for the most important parts of my life, and I wouldn’t be able to see those memories in the same light again. What was supposed to be comfort during my mother’s death was now a severe breach of trust. I left him to protect Lottie when I was gone, trying to become a better man, putting her right into Walker's hands without even realizing it.

Jason had come back a while ago and I tried my best to blink away the tears I was previously shedding. Right now, he was standing at the table, and I couldn't see what he was fiddling with. Whatever it was he needed pliers to bend and shape it. It couldn’t be good, though. He’d already deprived me of air, shocked me, and whipped me until my back was raw and bleeding. That alone was enough to want to succumb to whatever it was they wanted from me. I loved her with all my heart, but there was only so much one man could take.

“Why are you doing this, Jason?” I asked, trying to soften my eyes. I was hoping to appeal to his inner being, maybe the old Jace was in there somewhere. “I love you man, we have been through so much together.”

He threw something down and it hit the table before turning to face me.

“Give it up, Rowan. This is who I am. I’ve always liked to hurt people. Walker only brought out the best in me, and you resisting the best in you is not going to help your case or hers. If you had only done what he asked from the beginning, you could be in there having some sort of control over what was being done to her, to help her adjust to her new life. Rowan, we wouldn’t be here right now, and I wouldn’t have to do this,” He said, moving close to me.

For the first time in this whole ordeal, I saw something that hadn’t been shown before. Sorrow, and remorse, but it wouldn’t change the damage done.

As he stepped closer, the light from the dim bulb above my head glinted on something shiny in his hands, I looked closer and swallowed. It was a thin piece of wire.

“What are you doing with that?” I bristled.

Somehow, I had allowed myself to get too relaxed and I wasn’t ready. I was afraid that I’d break. Jason looked down at my hand and then at the wire.

“Oh, this? You can’t kill anyone without a trigger finger, Roe,” he said smugly, and the smile on his face was the coldest I’d ever seen. I lost him again.

The weight of what he was doing crushed me, and I squeezed my hand shut as he moved closer with the wire.

“Don’t touch me, Jason,” I warned, but he ignored me.

I was tethered tightly to a chair, with each wrist strapped down to the arms. After my escape attempt, he made sure I wouldn't go anywhere. I couldn’t move away from his advances, and I was too weak to keep my hand in a fist. With surprised ease, Jason pulled open the finger he wanted and wrapped the wire around it twice. There's something about knowing what’s going to happen to you, that makes it so much worse.

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