Page 42 of The Book of Wrath

He threw me down on my back, holding me still by the force he had on my hair. The black-haired guy whose nose I’m positive I broke with my heels stepped forward, the blonde standing back, waiting. “Hurry up Heath, we don’t have all fucking night.” Derek said, causing the man, Heath, to rip the buttons on my blouse and rips my bra in half. My breasts fully exposed to the men had them whistling. “Well shit, no wonder Ryan wanted you all for himself.” Derek whistled as he took his free hand at grabbed my breast hard.

“Let’s see what that pretty mouth feels like,” Heath growled as he unzipped his pants. I bit my lips hard to keep him from forcing himself into my mouth. His cock was rock hard as he started pumping himself while staring at my breast. Derek noticed my unwillingness to apologize as he saw fit, he gripped where my jaw connects and put so much pressure I opened my mouth from the pain.

Heath seized the opportunity to shove his cock far down my throat. Thrusting hard and fast down my throat, I felt the bile climb up the back of my throat. I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall down my cheeks. I knew better than to bite, it would just get worse for me.

Suddenly I felt hands on my pants as he cut them straight up the center and down my legs, discarding the remains beside me. No! Not this! The other man was no longer watching, Derek laughed when he saw me panic. “Go for it Tommy, let me know how wet the bitch is.” Tommy laughed and slammed into me hard, I was so dry he tore me. I tried to scream but Heath’s cock forced its way further down my throat until he gripped her hair, thrusting in one final time as he exploded down my throat.

He pulled out and I puked all over the place. “Fuck that’s gross!” Heath yelled, slapping me across the face. “Just for that I should do it again and hold your fucking mouth shut until you swallow.”

“Hurry the fuck up Tommy. We have to get going,” Derek said, completely dismissive of what just happened.

“She’s so fucking tight. I don’t want to rush this,” Tommy grunted out as he pounded harder and faster into me. “You really need to try her Derek.” He gripped my hips hold me up as he thrusted harder, pushing so deep in me I felt like I was being ripped in half. I screamed and sobbed but he didn’t stop. My pain made him harder and thicker, ripping me further and doing more damage. Derek held my head in his lap, and I could feel his cock getting harder with every scream I let out.

“Hurry the fuck up!” He yelled at Tommy. He grunted shoving his cock so far in me that I let out a blood curdling scream as he released into me. Once his cock was done twitching he dropped my lower half to the ground like I was some discarded whore he had just paid for and had his way with. I was left used and abused on the ground. Derek still holding me in place.

“Well, we have about thirty minutes to get to the port. We’re not that far away, I guess I can have a turn with her after all,” Dereks serpent smile was all on me. He punched me in the head, three times, enough to disorient me from moving as he positioned himself from behind my head to between my legs. He looked at my pussy dripping Tommy cum, and his smile fucking widened. “Well two of your holes are completely fucking ruined thanks to these two. That just leaves one more.”

Before I could register what he meant, he threw my legs up over his shoulders and shoved his dick, dry and hard, into my ass. My screams echoed all around us. That immense pain didn’t stop, Derek thrusted into me hard and fast ignoring my screams of pain. Heath and Tommy watched as Derek defiled me in front of them. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to hold in my screams. They only made him harder.

He thrusted for what felt like hours, ripping me more with each thrust. He grabbed my nipples and pulled hard on them, eliciting another scream from me. “That’s a good girl. Fucking scream for me,” Derek said as he thrusted himself deeper into me. He twisted my nipples hard as he thrusted one last time into me, dragging another scream from between my lips as he buried his seed deep in me. Like Tommy, he pulled out of me and dropped me to the ground. I curled my legs up to my chest and turned to my side, completely forgetting I was no longer shackled.

Tommy and Heath were chatting amongst themselves as Derek left me on the ground, heading to the car. I heard rushing water in the distance, I looked up at the men who were clearly still bragging to each other about how badly they ruined me. Now’s my chance. I just need to run and get as far away from them as possible. I’m sore in places I don’t want to think about, but I have to do this, or else I’m dead.

Chapter 34

Megan

One last deep breath was all I had left before I pushed myself off the ground and took off toward the other side of the road where I heard the water coming from. I heard the men clamoring behind me and vague yelling that I wasn’t trying to focus on. I didn’t want to deal with this anymore. Let the water rush over me and drown me for all I care. I saw the guard rail up ahead and the boats in the water. My clothes were scattered, all that remained was my boots. I threw myself over the railing, closed eyes and prayed I was falling down into water and not cement.

I let the wind whisper to me as I plummeted down to the unknown. If I hit cement, hopefully I died instantly so that they couldn’t come get me. If I was lucky enough to drop into water, I hope I don’t lose the air in my lungs so I can swim away. I squeezed my eyes tight knowing that soon I would know the answer to the racing thoughts in my head.

I’m sorry Max. I’m so fucking sorry.

Icy cold water splashed all around me, consuming me into the waves. I hit water. Thank the gods! It hurt like hell but fuck it I am still alive and that is all that matters. I kick my legs out beneath me and break through the water to catch my breath. Opening my eyes, I look around to find that I am closer to the port that I thought. How could no one hear me screaming?

Then I heard it, the horns from the boats singing to one another. How did I not hear them before? Oh right, trauma has a tendency to make you hyper focus on what can kill you and not your surroundings. I look at the port in the not so far away distance, I saw people bustling about leaving the docks and heading home for the evening. It must be getting late.

I looked up above me from where I jumped, holy shit! I could’ve died if I didn’t land right. Maybe that would’ve been for the best. Maybe I should’ve died here in this water, maybe I should’ve just let them kill me up there. Maybe I should’ve died that night when Sandra aimed her gun at me. Hell, maybe I should’ve died at Ryan’s hands years ago.

I took a deep breath and started swimming for the shore. Thankfully I knew how to swim. I knew plenty of people who never learned because their parents were afraid of them drowning. Luckily my grandfather threw me in the pool at a young age and let me go. I could make it. I could do this.

Boat horns blared in the distance as ships left port and headed out to sea. I was trying so hard to keep moving. If I stopped, the cold water would take me out. I had to push through this. I had to make it to the shore. My vision kept blurring at the edges, my chest hurt so bad, so did my head. I wasn’t even sure how I was moving. The light from the sun was slowly being replaced by moonlight washing over the water, glistening and calling to me lighting up my way to shore.

A small sandy beach was within view, the light from the moon showing me just how much further I had to go. The world was going dark on me. My chest was heavy, my lungs felt like they were on fire, but I pressed on. I had to make it to shore, I couldn’t drown. I couldn’t let myself fall to the depths of the ocean.

A few more strokes and I was fingertips away from shore. My feet hit the rocky bottom as I got closer to the sandy ground ahead of me. Seashells littered the sand, rocks in the sand had me losing my balance over and over, but I did it. I made it to shore.

I did it.

I laid out on the sandy beach, tears streaming down my face, I lay bare for the whole damn port to see, but I didn’t care. I was alive. I took one last deep breath before the pain took over my body and everything went black.

“Megan,” a soothing male voice called out to me, a familiar voice that I haven’t heard in years. “Megan, you have to wake up my love.”

I had to be hearing things, I couldn’t be hearing him. I cracked an eye open and saw nothing but the night sky. Stars twinkling above me, the full moon splashing her pale light across me. A figure moved next to me, sitting down on the beach, humming softly.

“You need to wake up Megan. It’s not safe for you here,” his voice wrecked me, tore apart a hole in my chest that was slowly closing once I found Max. Tears stream down my cheeks, but I can’t move. I opened my mouth, maybe that would work.

“How are you here?” I ask weakly. My voice was barely a whisper from all the screaming I had done.

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