Page 80 of Red Obsession

I can barely keep my eyes open. Hs footsteps echo around me, before his grimy hand grips my chin, forcing me to look at the monster that stole my innocence away. I jerk away, wiggling my body to get away from him. Even though it’s useless, I’m tied down, the ropes bite into my skin.Tearing at my skin.

“I’ve missed this body, my sweets.” His hand grips my breast, pinching my nipple.

Screaming at the top of my lungs, I jerk and twist my wrist, trying everything. But it’s all useless. I’m nothing to him. Nothing but a play toy and that’s exactly how he’s going to treat me.

“Get off me!” My voice cracks as I try to scream. His hands smash against my cheek, forcing the side of my head into the table.

“Where is Gabriel?”

"He’s going to kill you!”I grit out, blood filling my mouth.

Reaper's hand shoves against my sex, shoving two fingers into my dry cunt. I scream at the pain, trying to bite down on his hand still holding my face against the table.

“Your little boy toy is dead. Now answer me or I’m going to fuck that tight ass you got again and make you tell me.”

He presses my face harder into the table, his fingers working their way inside me. I cry harder, hating myself for this. I don’t have time to comprehend, before the tip of his cock presses against my ass. I scream, pleading with him to stop. His hand smacks against my cheek.

“He’s going to find me and he’s going to kill you all!” I scream, snot and blood running down my face.

He shoves into my ass, ripping me apart. Pain blinds me, and my wrists bleed as I rip against the ropes, begging for him to get off me. The burn of my ass, blood being the only lube as he drills his cock into me over and over again.

He grunts above me, tells me I’m being a good girl, and no matter the amount of tears, or blood, the begging I've been screaming, he never stops. It only makes him dig his hands into my thigh, laughing above me. I’m vaguely aware of something cutting into me again. My body numbs.

The black void fills my head, reminding me that I’m alone in this. I’m always alone.

I don’t have the strength to keep my eyes open. They punch me again. My face snaps to the side but I don’t feel it, I don’t react, I don’t cry out. Tears leak from the corner of my eye mixing with the blood dripping from my nose and mouth. I don’t even remember what it was like to taste something that’s not metallic.

"She still hasn’t said a word?” Dan asks Reaper.

My stomach clenches at the fear of what they’re going to do next. I don’t know what time or day it is. It feels as though I’ve been down here for weeks.

“All she says is we’re never going to find Gabriel, and that fucker she was with is going to find her and kill us all.” Reaper grabs the back of my hair, pulling my head up from the ground. My limbs are no longer tied down due to me not being able to even hold my own weight up.

“Your little bitch is dead! Now where is your fucking brother!”

"Just kill me,” I whisper, knowing death is the only way out of this. There’s no way I’m making it out of this alive.

Dan and Reaper laugh. “Oh, darlin’ we’re not going to kill you. You’re going to stay right here where you’re at. You’re going to be my little toy for the rest of your pathetic life. You’re going to wish you’d never ran away in the first place you stupid fucking cunt,” Dan hisses somewhere near my face. Reaper’s breath hits my face, licking the side of my face. I cower away, whimpering as he yanks on my hair.

Someone's phone rings in the distance, and there’s a faint answer before Dan is yelling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Reaper finish this. I don’t care what you do to her, something happened to Blue.”

Dan leaves, slamming the door closed. I don’t know what Reaper plans to do, but he throws me onto the cold ground. My head bounces off the ground, my head rings, and I can feel myself being taken over, blackness invading my mind just as he kicks me in the stomach again.

26

Zion

“Youeverusedoneof these?”

“Uh, onceish…” Gabriel mumbles, peering down at the gun.

“Shit.” Taking out my knife, I hand it over to him. Izel is going to kick my ass for bringing him here. Not that he gave me much of a choice. He knows Blue, he knows this motorcycle gang. And as long as she’s alive, I’ll let her kick my ass, she just needs to stay alive. “Take this. Anything happens, stab, and don’t stop until they’re dead.”

Reaching behind the driver’s seat, I grab my rifle, checking the magazine before climbing out. Gabriel hot on my heels, I raise the gun, aim for the door handle, and shoot. I couldn't care less about the innocents or the cops right now.

“Oh, fuck,” Gabriel mutters behind me as the door handle flies off. Raising my foot, I kick the door open the rest of the way in.

Someone yelps inside. A guy lays in his underwear on the dirty motel bed with a beer in his hand as the TV plays loud. His eyes widen as he takes me in, his hand reaching for the gun on the side table. Aiming, I shoot, and his hand explodes. Screaming his beer goes flying, falling off the bed.

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