Page 28 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Dread chilled my bones. Issac wasn’t god. He was the devil, and the look in his eyes said he wanted to take me to hell.
“What are you going to do to me?”
Issac tipped his head. “Before or after you suck Ravi’s dick?”
My eyes drifted back over to Ravi. My stomach churned at the smirk curling his lips. I would run if I wasn’t frozen in place. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. Even my breathing had stopped. Panic was no longer the problem. It was the icy tendrils of fear crawling through my veins.
“I won’t do it.” Other people in this place might listen to them, but I wouldn’t. “And if you try to make me, I’ll bite it off.”
Issac leaned in to growl in my ear, “Then I guess we’ll have to fuck you instead.”
I didn’t think, I just reacted and reached down into my bag to grab the only thing I had for protection—a can of pepper spray.
Ravi and Levi were halfway across the table when I stood up, pressed the button, and arched the spray through the air.
The spray hit Slater in the face, Ravi in the eyes, and Levi got it right in his open mouth. I was swinging over to Issac when a rush of air blew past me, and I suddenly found myself slammed hard, face-first into the wall.
Pain radiated down the front of my body, while confusion took over my mind. Slater started falling when I sprayed him, and I saw him hit the floor. It took someone a few seconds to fall, yet I was two feet, if not more, away from the three screaming boys. That wasn’t possible.
Stuck in a state of shock, I watched as Slater screamed and wiped at his face. Ravi and Levi weren’t doing much better, butone person was missing. That was when I felt the hand on the back of my neck.
Issac stepped in and ripped the pepper spray out of my hand. “Give me that.”
If Issac had thrown me, I might have made it here before Slater finished his fall. But I wasn’t thrown. I was held up against the wall by Issac, meaning he brought me over here. But that was impossible. No one moved that fast.
Breathing through the burn in my throat, I coughed out, “Who are you?”
“I told you, sweet Georgia,” Issac hissed. “I’m your god.”
There was a logical explanation for all this. There had to be. I didn’t believe in God or supernatural beings, Issac’s seemingly impossible speed aside. However, I was significantly more scared now than I was a few seconds ago, especially considering how mad the other three were.
“Goddamnit,” Ravi furiously wiped at his eyes. “Somebody get me some fucking milk.”
His twin was in just as much pain. Slater had torn his shirt off and was using it to scrub his face. “Fuck that bitch up, Issac. I want to hear her scream.”
Levi tried to say something but instead threw up on the table.
None of them was doing very well. Their faces were all red, they were rolling around, and I was pretty sure Levi was the only one who could see anything. My throat hurt just from being near the spray. I couldn’t imagine what kind of pain they were in.
Pepper spray was more effective than I thought. I might’ve felt a little vindicated if it wasn’t for the threat of the man behind me.
A fact that I was reminded about when I felt him press up against me. “I hope you enjoyed your little tantrum, cause you’re fucking dead now.”
I lost it, not because of what might possibly happen, but because Issac’s presence was suffocating. I could feel his fingers digging into my neck, while his hard body squished me between him and the wall, and his breath echoed in my ears.
“Stop it…” I wriggled to the left and tried to pull out of his hold. “Get away from me…” I jerked to the right and kicked my leg back, smacking my heel into his shin. “Get your hands off me.”
“Keep fighting.” Issac yanked me back, spun me around, and slammed my back against the wall. “I like it.”
He moved so fast that I could still feel his hand on my neck, despite the fact that it wasn’t there anymore. His firm grip was now pinning my wrists to the wall above my head.
I tried to fight Issac off, but he was too strong, not to mention he was a lot bigger. He didn’t even have to exert much strength to contain me. He just pushed his hips in, effectively stopping what little movement I did have.
And yet, I still yelled up at him. “Don’t touch me.”
“Oh, you don’t want me to touch you?” His other hand shot up and grabbed my breast. “How’s that for touching?” His fingers dug into my soft flesh. “You like that?”
No, I didn’t. My flesh was screaming for release from Issac’s hard grip.
