Page 14 of Breaking Boston

The man's heavy breathing echoes in the darkness, and I can sense the anticipation in his movements. I know I need to do something, but desire and need have wrapped their suffocating embrace around me.

"You're gonna put this on and be a good girl for us, aren't you?" He whispers, pulling out an all-black sleeping mask, holding it up in front of my face. I nod my head, but it seems to piss him off.

"Use that fucking voice of yours, little savage. I know you have one. I don't play games like this. When I ask you a fucking question, I expect a fucking answer..." he bites my earlobe before licking the shell of my ear. "One that I can hear."

"Yes, I'll put it on," I say as calmly as can be for someone with a knife pressed against my cheek.

"Good girl," the man in the mask behind me whispers, his hands running up and down the sides of my body, inching my shirt up a little each time. As he continues to tease and torment me, the man in front of me slips the blindfold over my eyes, obscuring my sight and turning everything pitch black.Like my heart. My soul. My everything.

Is it bad that I want this? That I want to be destroyed in the most sexual, primal way? I've been under Debbie and Bobby's thumb for too long. I need to remember what it's like to feel again. Even if it is painful.

His grip on my body tightening. I hear his voice again, this time closer to my ear. "You're gonna remember what you did, and you're gonna beg for forgiveness," he hisses. "You've caused us so much pain; now it's your turn to suffer."

The numbness starts to wear off as the fear sets in. My heart races and I fight the sensation of arousal, knowing that I should be terrified. But deep down, I still crave the release of feeling something, even if it's agony.

Suddenly, the man behind me pulls at my clothes, and I realize this is no game. This is their twisted form of revenge, and I am fucking powerless to stop it.

As their hands roam over my body, I know that I will never forget this pain. And maybe I don't want to because it's the only thing that makes me feel alive.

With the blindfold secured over my eyes and the man behind me holding me protectively, cold, wet lips captured mine. I parted my lips, allowing a pierced tongue to slip between them, sensually waltzing with mine. On instinct, I reach out, clinging to the mysterious man as if my life depended on it, deepening the kiss as I rise on my tiptoes.

This is so fucking wrong, but I don't give a fuck.

A strong hand is clasped around the front of my throat, slightly cutting off my oxygen. But the hands of the man behind me slip down my pants and find my clit, his rubbing making me forget all about the air being sucked out of my lungs.

"You taste like innocence and sin mixed," the man in front of me whispers as he pulls his mouth from mine.

I tug my bottom lip between my teeth as the finger rolling over my clit sends my body into mini-tremors, feeling so damn good I don't want him to stop. The man drops to his knees in front of me, pushing my shaky thighs open, and dipping his head between them. The blindfold might block out what's going on, but I don't need to see what's happening; I can feel it.

The wetness between my legs is undeniable, and with every flick of his tongue, I find myself moaning louder and louder. The man behind me continues to hold me steady, adding to the whirlwind of sensations rushing through my body. I'm lost in a haze of pleasure and desire, with the reality of the situation fading into the background.

Just as I feel myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, the man in front of me stands up and presses his lips to mine once again. The taste of my arousal lingers on his lips, and it only fuels the fire burning inside me. I'm completely at their mercy, lost in the sensual dance we've created. It's reckless, it's dangerous, and it's everything I didn't know I needed. Without hesitation, I push my hips against his mouth, urging him to take me higher.

In that moment, all I can think about is the intoxicating rush of pleasure and the feeling of being completely and utterly consumed. And as they continue to explore my body with fervor, I know that I'm completely and helplessly theirs... which is fucked up to say, especially since I have no idea who they are.

"Do you taste it?" he asks, gliding the calloused pad of his thumb across my lip, spreading our spit and my arousal around.

"Taste what?" I moan breathlessly, feeling the rain pick up, soaking me even more.

"How sweet and sinful your cunt tastes. It's my new favorite thing, pretty girl," he growls, pulling the blindfold off my eyes. He's back wearing his mask, his identity hidden from me… from the entire world.

"You got a place to stay tonight?" The one behind me asks as he lets me go, fixing my clothes for me so I don't have to.

"I don't, actually. I made a rash decision to leave my house without a plan in motion," I admit, hearing how stupid and reckless it sounds. Debbie and Bobby are going to fucking flip, and Lux and Donavan won't be too happy with me, either. But in the end, I had to do what was best for myself for a change. And by leaving, I'm taking the first step.

"We have a place nearby. You could stay with us tonight," the man behind me offers, his voice filled with genuine concern.

I hesitate, conflicted about accepting the invitation from a stranger, especially after what just transpired between us. But there's something in his eyes that makes me feel safe, and I know that I don't really have any other options at this point. Besides, you don't want to be on the streets alone at night in Lynn.

"Okay," I finally replied, fully aware of the unpredictability of the situation. As we walk towards their motorcycles, I can't help but wonder what the night has in store for me, and whether this impromptu decision will lead to more unexpected encounters. One thing is for certain, though, I've taken a leap into the unknown, and there's no turning back now.

"Just to let you know, there are others who live there. But as long as you do as you're told and stay in your room, you'll be fine."

The man's words sent a chill down my spine, but I nodded in agreement, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The night was still young, and I had no idea what waswaiting for me at their place. I told myself that I was prepared for anything, but deep down, I knew that I was diving headfirst into a situation that I wasn't entirely ready for.

As we rode the motorcycles into the darkness of the night, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of adventure I had stumbled into. But one thing was for certain—this was a journey that I had chosen for myself, and I was ready to embrace the unknown, no matter how dangerous it may be. This was my new reality, and there was no turning back.

This wasn'twhat I was expecting. I wasn't expecting some lavish place on the good side of the city, but I wasn't expecting an abandoned warehouse with at least a dozen rooms turned into a makeshift apartment. Graffiti covers the cement walls, and blood stains the pavement. There's an unsettling feeling about this place, but as the guys lead me down the hall, things start to liven up, feeling more and more like a place I could live in.

---