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Chapter 9

Riley

They bring me downstairs. To the basement.

I didn’t think this nightmare could get any worse. Me, tucked between two rough-looking thugs, who are about to do God knows what to me, completely naked, my body covered in Cain’s cum, and—worst of all—still suffused with my own arousal.

But when they drag me across a weirdly bright corridor, approaching a door that leads down to a dark basement, I’m overcome with an all-new wave of dread.

My instincts take over as I press my heels into the ground, my body leaning backward and a silent scream echoing through my insides.

“N-no...,” I utter through clacking teeth, my eyes filled with terror.

“Yes!” the guy to my left objects, adding an aching yank at my arm, while the one on the right stays quiet, but follows with the same motion.

“No. No. No.” My words turn into nothing but a sobbed rhythm that loses all meaning, especially since they go unheeded.

I’m sobbing helplessly as they lead me down the harrowing stairs, tormented by shame, disappointment, and a fear more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before.

My gaze is glued to the ground, following a blurred vision of white tiles passing beneath my feet as I’m being pulled forward.

The floor is surprisingly warm beneath my naked feet, but I still don’t dare look up, too terrified of what I might find.

“You should be grateful,” the guy to my right growls, while his clasp around my arm tightens.

I don’t respond and refrain from even looking up at him. Grateful? He must be fucking kidding me.

My silence obviously annoys him. He shakes me from the side, his strong fist now closing around my arm with such ferocity that the agony causes me to tear my head up and throw an angry glance at him.

I’m met with a sinister smirk, and words that freeze the blood in my veins.

“Such a delicious piece of meat you are,” he hisses, revealing an ugly gap between his front teeth. “If it wasn’t for your gracious savior up there, I’d be fucking you sideways right now.”

“While she chokes on my dick,” the one on the left adds—and they erupt into a disgusting roar of laughter.

I avert my eyes in disgust, returning to the only place that hosts some kind of comfort—the warm, clean floor beneath us.

The men continue their abhorrent jokes about sharing me as they please, about fucking every part of me, about destroying me until there is nothing left. I try to drown them out and retreat to a safe place deep within me, but it’s no use. Their voices are too loud, the distractions too few, and I’m too alert due to the fright this situation has brought upon me.

I can’t hide. I can’t withdraw myself from this reality. Even lowering my eyes like this is dangerous because I should be paying attention. I should look for escape routes, for any opportunity to get out of here, catch any negligence by these two...

But by the time I act on this realization, it’s too late. When I lift my head, I find a closed door right in front of me. It’s white, just like everything else down here—the floor, the walls, the low ceiling. Everything is white, clinical, cold and uninviting.

The guy on my right lets go of me and opens the door. I try to turn around to have a look at the corridor we just passed, but the guy who is holding my left arm pulls me back as soon as I move, quickly dragging me inside the room.

A suppressed gasp escapes me when I’m pushed forward, my arms finally freed and flying about as I tumble forward on shaky legs. I catch myself just in time to turn around and see the door close behind me—with both of the men staying on the other side.

I don’t know whether to be relieved or terrified at the thought of being alone, and for a few moments, I just stand there, my arms wrapped around my naked body while my eyes stay focused on the closed door.

I jerk when the heavy lock is turned, answering the unspoken question of whether I’ll be able to get out of here.

I hold my breath, trying to hear their steps wandering off into the distance, but the door seems to be soundproof. All I can hear is myself and my erratic breathing.

I’m alone—and trapped. A nod finalizes these thoughts and I take a deep breath before I twirl around on the spot to gain an understanding of my cage. It’s a bedroom, not very big, but surprisingly nice, considering that it’s a basement room. Just like in the hallway, everything in here is white, except for the queen-size bed in front of me, which features a black steel frame and silver silk sheets. It’s the only piece of furniture in here, and the amount of cushions and blankets on top of it surprises me. It looks comfortable and inviting—and that scares the fuck out of me.

I spot a door next to the bed and my fear heightens when I find a bathroom behind it. It’s simple but nice, just like the bedroom, with golden fixtures and white tiles, a shower, a toilet and a vanity, including a large mirror with a golden frame.

The shower draws me in right away, promising warming comfort and the opportunity to wash myself of his semen that is hardening on my skin. I block out the horrifying reality of my situation and step inside the shower, even sighing with deep relief as the hot water flows over me a moment later. There’s shampoo, body wash, conditioner—everything a girl could ask for.

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