Page 74 of Begging for Mercy
No!
I punch the air in front of me, colliding with someone’s jaw.
“Ouch! Fucking hell, Sam!” Whoever I punched stumbles backwards and slams into my dresser. At the same time, my bedroom door slams shut and the lock slides into place. “We’re doing you a favor.”
I don’t give a shit about any favors. I spin around and lunge for the door, but two sets of hands pull me back this time, one wrapping around my shoulders and collarbone while the other grabs my arms. “Get the fuck off of me!”
“Cool it, man. Jesus Christ.”
The lights flick on, and I squint in the harsh light. The fraternity president crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the door—my only way out. “Having a good evening, Sam?”
“Iwas,” I shout, “until you fucking ambushed me! What the hell, Rhodes!” His two right-hand men wrestle to keep me contained, but I’m not fucking having it. I’m not giving up this fight. “Let me go!”
“Calm down,” President Rhodes grunts. “It’ll be over soon.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Her Reaping.” He cracks his knuckles. “If there’s anything left when he’s done with her, you can have sloppy seconds.”
“Fuck you!” Fury and fear collide inside my heart, making it beat double-time. “He doesn’t rape people, so you’re shit out of luck. She won’t say yes.”
“I have it on good authority that she’s willing.”
What?
He must see the confusion on my face because his shell cracks. “You said so yourself.” Pulling out his cell phone from his pocket, he opens a video recording from a few hours ago. I recognize it immediately—the rows of graves, the tumbling autumn leaves, Mercy standing in her pretty dress while my hand’s on her chin, holding her still as we stand in front of my truck.
Every ounce of fight in my body drains away, replaced by icy dread. “Where did you get this?” Does Reaper have cameras outside, too? Why would he send anyone this?
The video plays, beginning at the exact moment I tell Mercy to bounce on Reaper’s dick. I wince, hearing the raw anger and hurt in my voice. Then I explain in detail what I expect Reaper to do to her, and Mercy replies by saying that I can’t scare her. The recording ends, and Rhodes puts his phone back in his pocket.
“You looked angry, Sam. When you showed up with her tonight, we figured you were too hung up on her to break things off.”
“We’re doing you a favor,” one of the VPs says, repeating himself from earlier. “She’s trash, Sam. She’s been leading you on for years.”
“You’ve been wound up tight. You need to let her go.”
“Once she fucks Reaper,” Rhodes joins in, “she won’t want you anymore.”
“Do you hear how crazy you all sound?” I grit my teeth and fight against the VPs, but they lift just as many weights as I do. It’s a struggle to move six inches, let alone six feet. “I’m not letting him touch her. Get the fuck off of me!” They don’t know anything about our situation. Mercy needs me to be there. Sheaskedme to be there. As much as it kills me, I have to stand next to her and watch her get railed.
I need to make sure that she makes it out alive.
“Why don’t you date Abby instead?” Rhodes genuinely looks concerned, but for all the wrong reasons. “She’s cute. Perky tits. Won’t shut up about you.”
“I don’t want Abby!”
The only person I want is being held against her will at a party that I dragged her to, completely unaware that I’m trapped and can’t get to her. She’s going to think that I abandoned her. That I let this happen.
That it’s all my fault.
Chapter 27
Mercy
The next fewminutes are a blur of girls laughing and cheering as they tear my dress off in the hallway bathroom. While one girl unzips the back, another unbuttons the front. Then someone gets impatient and grabs the top collar andriiiipsit off my arm while a fourth girl breaks the buckles on the straps over my ankles.
I try to fight them off, but they come at me from all sides, ruining my dress in the span of thirty seconds and leaving me in my underwear.
