Page 99 of With Love

He unbuckles his belt and my stomach churns. He unbuttons his pants and reaches inside, cupping himself.

“It’s been way too long since I’ve felt your soft, plump lips around my cock.” Pulling himself out of his pants he starts rubbing it a little. “Open wide, little girl.”

He reaches for my mouth and tries to pry it open with his finger and thumb. When I don’t budge, he grabs the knife from his guard and shoves it in my face stopping just before it actually touches my skin. When I scream, he takes advantage of my open mouth and shoves his dick all the way inside, knocking the wind out of me. I struggle to try and collect my breath between each thrust of his. Grabbing onto my neck with both hands, he holds his body in place as he moves his hips, fucking my mouth hard.

He thrusts a few times and then removes himself from my mouth before spitting onto my tongue. Then he goes back in. He thrusts some more and pulls himself out to spit again. He is unrelenting and as I start to choke, he doesn’t give in. Bile rises up from my stomach and bursts out of my mouth at any little crack or hole that is created when he thrusts out. Thrusting back in, he pushes the bile back down my throat. He does it over and over again.

Finally he pushes in one last time and he comes down my throat. As soon as he removes himself completely my throat expels everything that was just inside of it. A putrid mixture of our saliva, stomach acid, and his come. I’m still heaving long after there is anything to get up.

Once I finally get a chance to focus, I see Lock over at the table choosing another instrument. A butcher knife this time. It looks like Owen has passed out again. Lock’s smacking him in the face with the blade of the knife, trying to wake him up. Finally, Owen opens his eyes.

“There we are, just in time to say goodbye.” Lock takes the butcher knife and makes a deep incision through both Owen’s wrists. Blood begins to pour from his wounds as his body begins to seize.

“And for my final trick, since you have a horrible habit of lying,” Lock slices through Owen’s neck, reaches his hand inside and pulls his tongue out through the hole before cutting it off.

Carrying it over to me, he tosses the tongue in the mess of bodily fluids in my lap.

“A Colombian necktie,” he smiles.

Lock’s smile turns into fury as gunshots can be heard, coming from outside.

“Get her out of here, now!” Lock shouts. It’s the last thing that I remember before I pass out.

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Marshall

When we get to the warehouse in Beaver Falls we stop near the woods, just before the clearing leading to the building.

“There are only two guys,” I say.

“Yeah, but we don’t know how many there are inside,” Travis adds.

“True.” Fuck.

“But, there are only two vehicles here. Maybe six or seven men, including Lock.”

I exhale deeply. There’s nothing that will keep me from going in there, but I want to be smart about it. I don’t want to be the reason something happens to Adrienne.

“Pony up, let’s get your girl.”

We ditch the car in the woods and run as fast as we can toward the vehicles out front, using them for cover. Travis does some sort of wacky hand motion toward me and I look at him like he’s crazy.

“What?” I whisper.

“I’m going to go around this side of the car, you go around that side, and we’ll—“

Just then shots ring out from one of the corners of the building. There was a guard casing the perimeter that we didn’t see when we pulled up.

Travis is shot in the leg. He lays down on the ground and starts shooting him from under the car. He manages to shoot him and the guard goes down. Unfortunately, our attention was taken from the guards at the front and before we know it, they’re standing over us with automatic assault rifles pointed in our faces.

One of them forces Travis to stand as the other one uses the butt end of the gun to clock me in my face. Dazed, I can feel myself being dragged across the ground and into the warehouse.

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