Page 9 of Dyana
“Where were you when all of this happened?”
“At college. I came home to be with my family, but my parents were already gone, and now I’m looking for my sister, Kelly. That’s why I came here.” I pulled Kelly’s picture out to show him.
Victor studied the picture carefully before handing it back to me. “How come you’re still here?”
“I’m not allowed to leave,” I replied.
A sad look crossed Victor’s face before he perked up and looked at me excitedly. “I could help you escape!”
“How would you be able to do that?” I asked. Having someone on the inside would be good, but I didn’t want to get Victor in trouble, either.
“I don’t know yet. I have to think about it, but I’ll come up with something. Then you could go find your sister.” He looked down at his fidgeting hands and then back at me hesitantly. “And maybe I could come with you when you go?”
“Maybe.” I hedged. “I guess it will depend on what you come up with. I don’t want you to get into trouble for me, Victor.”
“I won’t. Nobody will expect me to help you escape. They won’t see it coming, and by the time they figure it out, we’ll be long gone.”
Ahh, the optimism of youth.
“Ok, well, I think it’s time to get you out of here now. If we take any longer, it won’t be believable.” I stood and mussed Victor’s hair and then my own. Riggs was in the lounge area when we emerged.
“Did you do it?” he demanded.
“Yes, Sir,” Victor replied.
“And how did that tight little pussy feel?” Riggs asked his son.
“Good, Sir.”
His eyes narrowed as he looked at his son and then at me. I nodded. “He accomplished his task adequately.”
Quick as a snake, Riggs grabbed me and bent me over the couch. “I’m afraid I’m going to need proof,” he hissed as he ripped my pants down. A group had gathered around us now as Riggs exposed me to the room and dropped to his knees. I felt him spread me open and winced when he shoved a finger inside me. “Fucking liars,” he roared. Riggs stood and slapped Victor in the face before turning to me and doing the same. “You’re dry as a bone, Dyana.” He grabbed my hair and pushed me over the back of the couch again. “Just how I fucking like it.”
I felt him unbuckling his pants behind me and braced for what I knew was about to happen. Nobody here would stop him. Nobody here cared. I was a piece of meat, no better than a Fleshlight to them.
“Dad! No! Leave her alone! We’ll do it!” Victor yelled, rushing toward us and trying to push his father away.
“You had your chance!” Riggs growled, shoving his son away.
Victor fell to the floor. I turned my head to meet his eyes and tried to smile reassuringly. “It’s ok, Victor.”
“Don’t fucking talk to him like you know him, whore,” Riggs ordered as he fisted my hair and turned my head forward. He notched himself at my entrance and bent down to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to make sure this fucking hurts.” Riggs tensed behind me. I closed my eyes, and as difficult as it was, I forced my body to relax to minimize the damage he was about to cause.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
My eyes popped open in surprise, and I looked toward the door where Sheriff Finley stood. He looked and sounded angry, and I couldn’t help but feel gratitude toward him, even if he was the reason I was in this position.
“Boss!” Riggs quickly backed away from me, and as soon as he did, I pulled up my pants and went to Victor, who was still on the floor.
“I asked a fucking question,” Sheriff Finley thundered.
“Riggs sent his son in to lose his virginity with Dyana,” one of the Deputies, Harris, answered. “They came back out and said they slept together, but they were lying, so Riggs was going to show his son how it’s done. He seemed to be keen on making it hurt.”
I didn’t know why Harris was being so forthcoming. Harris was one of the officers who liked it rough. Figuring out his motives wasn’t my top priority, but I’d keep a closer eye on him.
“Is this true?” Finley asked Riggs.
“I was trying to give my boy a chance to become a man,” Riggs defended.
