Page 121 of Unspoken Truths

The little mouse swallows back a sob, her legs moving as quickly as possible. Her form needs desperate work as we stalk her through the woods. If I can keep her in my sight, I doubt she’ll make it through. She’s more likely to break an ankle at this rate.

Another scream releases from Lili, making me wonder what they’re doing to her before it’s cut off.

“They should be joining us soon,” Theo mutters. “Make sure she doesn’t get too far ahead. It’s two and a half miles to the crossroad. She’ll never make it.”

“Divide and conquer,” I murmur, breaking away from him to start jogging after her. I’m warmed up from my run this morning and the walk, not tired at all. I’m an athlete training for the upcoming rugby season, in peak condition.

Rachelle is a mess.

Slowly though, I start to watch her hit her stride, her running speed moving faster. Eyes narrowing, I begin to chase her.

“Little Mouse, you’re never going to make it!” I roar at her as I run.

“Look at the fat cow move!” Theo yells, his lithe form following her as well.

I can hear her sharp breaths as she struggles to regulate her breathing, but she keeps moving.

“Looks like we have a runner, boys,” Jared says, catching up to us.

Rachelle almost trips at the sound of his voice, knowing he was just with Lili, but rallies and jumps over a log. Hmm. I have questions about that, she should have fallen on her face.

“The little mouse is full of surprises,” I mutter, knowing that no one else will be able to hear me.

Up ahead, I see a glimpse of Nacio as well. We are all wearing dark green or blue, which makes it easier to blend in. All of a sudden, I can’t see her, and I begin weaving between the trees, looking for her.

“Little sister!” Nacio yells. “Hiding is against the rules, baby girl. Come out and play with us.”

Smirking, it makes me feel better that I’m not the only one who’s lost sight of her as we spread out to cover more ground. If she’s hiding…

“Look for stumps with holes or into the trees in case she can climb,” I call out, hoping to scare her into making a noise, anything that calls attention to herself.

The four of us go silent as we move through the forest, searching for the little mouse. I make sure to occasionally step on a twig or piece of wood so the snap rings through the air. If her anxiety is already spiked, it’ll be harder for her to stay quiet.

Come out, come out, Little Mouse. I promise not to make it hurt too much.

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JARED

Do I feel bad about tying up Lili and pinching her until she screamed? Not even a little bit. She fought it, I’ll give her that. Nacio tied her to a tree, yanking back her hair as he whispered things in Spanish in her ear. It’s one of the first languages we’re required to take starting in kindergarten, so I understood every word as he threatened her.

“Scream,tesoro,”he whispered in her ear. “Make her cry and run for us. It’s necessary. Otherwise, I’ll feed you my cock and make you scream before Jared and I take turns fucking you. Be a good girl, or you’ll be coming around our cocks and betraying her either way.”

I can’t say I’m not intrigued by the idea of fucking Lili, but it’s not something that I planned for today. Elijah is fucked up about what’s happening with his parents and their business. I can’t imagine the things he had to see while he was gone. His parents basically kidnapped him in an effort to indoctrinate him into their bullshit.

There’s no way that he’s going to survive that life. While he’s more closed off to the world, he’s also very sensitive. Seeing that kind of continuous abuse and despair will eventually see him dead at the bottom of a bottle or swallowing the barrel of a gun.

I can’t lose one of my best friends to that. Sacrificing the little mouse is the only option.

…who is now lost in the wind.

“Your girlfriend is tied up and naked,” I call out, listening for some kind of gasp or sign that she’s hearing me.

Lili is still protected in some ways, and we would never force ourselves on her. Her father is one scary motherfucker, a visit from him is the last thing any of us need. I would like to keep my cock and my tongue.

She’s perfectly fine, outside of being tied tightly to a tree, arms and legs bound with one of the lengths of rope I brought with me in the backpack I have. I shoved a pair of dirty socks I found in the bag that she may kill me for into her mouth, and then tied a bandana around her mouth.

Whatever, Lili knows that she’s in the way, refusing to step away when we demand it. Regardless of our history, none of us are willing to accept defeat. She can enjoy her time out.

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