Page 2 of Breaking Hudson

“Colette Harter. Twenty-six. Lives at 678 West Hasten Street,” the man beside me says.

“I’ll make you a deal, sweetheart,” the man says as he presses his revolver underneath my chin to force my head back. I am trying to stay calm, but tears are steadily streaming down my face.

“W-What?” I choke out.

“Get on your knees and show me how badly you want to live,” he grins. “If I feel teeth, I’ll rip them out of your pretty little face.”

“Please don’t,” I whimper. “Please. I just want to go home.”

“The moment you interrupted my business, you no longer got a choice, Colette,” he leans in to whisper in my ear. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

When I don’t move, he pulls the hammer back. I instantly break and sink to my knees, making them all laugh. The man keeps the gun pressed against my head as I pull out his dick with shaky hands. As soon as I open my mouth, he grabs me by the hair and shoves himself down my throat. I gag violently and try to push away, but one of the men pull my arms behind my head so the man can start violently fucking my throat. I am trying to breathe through my nose, but I can’t. All I can do is gag and retch. I’m trying to keep my mouth wide open, so my teeth don’t hit him. It seems like this is never ending.

“Swallow, bitch,” the man grunts out as he starts to come. When the bile starts to rise, he is still going hard. I try to pull back when I feel it coming, but he keeps a tight hold on me. When my body tries to turn itself inside out and throw up, he still doesn’t pull away. It comes out of my nose and out of the side of my mouth as he moans and starts to come. The men are laughing when I drop to my hands and continue to gag violently. One of them grabs me by the hair and drags me up to my feet.

“Fifty bucks I can make the whore come,” the man laughs.

“You’re on,” another man laughs.

The man who has me by the hair shoves me toward a crate and the other two force me to lie back on the crate.

“Stop!” I scream. “Help! Someone help me!”

“Aww. She thinks someone is gonna come save her,” the man says as he pulls my skirt up. “A pretty little girl and a pretty little thong. I wonder what you taste like?”

“You sick bitch,” another man laughs. “Let’s spit roast this whore.”

“Hold her down. I wanna taste this cunt first,” he says as he rips my thong off. I am sobbing and cannot form words, but my brain is starting to disconnect from my body.

One of them covers my mouth as a tongue glides across my clit. I try to twist my body, but he grabs my inner thighs and squeezes hard. I try to fight the feeling of the quick flicks, but a moan spills out of me when he starts sucking. “She’s already about to come,” one of the men laugh. I am pushing on the man’s head, trying to get him to stop. All he does is suck harder, making my thighs tremble. When the hand comes off my mouth, one of them shoves his dick down my throat and starts to roughly assault me while an unwanted orgasm surfaces. No sooner than he pulls away do I hear a condom wrapper. He grabs a tight hold of my thighs away before ramming inside of me.

“Fuuuuck, this bitch is tight,” he groans and starts to move faster. My brain has had enough, and I shut down. My body goes limp, and they continue to take from me. I start missing chunksof time because the next thing I know, both men are moaning as they come. As soon as I am pulled up, vomit suddenly surfaces, and I throw up all over the man who just raped me.

“You stupid bitch,” he shouts as he slaps me across the face. I cry out in pain as I stumble back, bumping against a pile of trash. I feel around behind me to find something hard to swing, and my hand lands on what feels like a board. I have to get away. They will kill me. I don’t want to die. I just want to go home. When he steps toward me, I swing it at his head, and he hits the ground when a nail sticking out of the end embeds into the side of his skull. The other two men take their attention off me for long enough that I can snatch up my bag from the ground and sprint toward the end of the alleyway. I scream and force myself to move faster when bullets hit the wall beside me.

When I get to the end, I turn left and keep running as fast as I can. I’m afraid if I stop, they’ll kill me. I think I just killed that man. I just wanted them to stop hurting me. I didn’t want to kill anyone.

I keep running and running until my street comes into view. When I get to my house, I lock the doors and rush to my bathroom. I am panting and sobbing as I yank my clothes off and get into the cold water. All at once, the adrenaline rushes out of my body, and I bring myself down to the shower floor. I need Hudson. I shouldn’t have blown him off. He will know what to do. He always does.

I reach out of the shower and get my phone from my bag. I am leaning on the edge of the tub crying as the phone rings.

“Hey. Miss me already?” he teases.

“Huddy, I need you,” I sob.

“What happened? Where are you?” he says hurriedly.

“Home,” I sniffle. “Please hurry. Please.”

“I’m coming, Cole. What happened?” he asks.

“I went down an alley… I said no… I didn’t mean to hurt anyone…” I try to explain through broken sobs. “Huddy, I need you.”

“I’m close, baby. I promise, I’m close,” he says.

“They know where I live, Hudson. Please,” I plead.

“Fuck. Okay. I’m on your street, okay? Where are you in the house?”

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