Page 118 of Breaking Sanity
“Oh, we’ll do more than just kick you,” Ben adds, circling me.
“Is that right,” I snark, trying to not let them hear the pain in my voice.
“I’ll make you like trains, pig,” Mel laughs, crouching down and slapping me across the face. I grab her wrist and bite it because I honestly don’t know what to do. She shrieks and rips her bleeding arm back. Ben slaps me twice, one on each cheek.
“Slap me again, I’ll cut your hand off and then slap you with it. See how you like it,” I growl. They want an animal in a cage; I’ll fucking give them one.
“Go ahead boys,” Mel commands. “Here’s this. She might be a little dry.” She tosses a huge tube of lube and Ben catches it. Wasting no time, the fucker flips open the cap.
“Fucking touch me with that excuse of a penis and I will cut it off and shove it down your throat,” I hiss.
“Fuck the lube,” Ben shouts, throwing it against the wall. “I’ll paint my cock with her blood.”
My body goes stiff as the metal of a blade is being dragged across the concrete wall. I can say it has the desired inducing fear effect, and they know it. They all laugh like fucking gremlins. Ben gets me on my back and slowly drives the knife into the right of my left love handle. Reopening one of my scars from my exploratory surgery.
“Are you going to cry for them pig,” Mel asks me as I scream in pain as the knife goes deeper. I can’t hold back the screaming, but I will not cry for them. I have to keep blinking away my tears.
“No but you will when Nik does the same to you,” I retort, as the knife is pulled out and Ben starts using the gushing blood to lube his dick and Logan’s.
“Put her on her side and we can do this at once,” Ben orders.
“God fucking dammit get off of me,” I yell, trying to fight them off. I know struggling is only making this worse and that it is just my blood but still. Absolutely fucking not letting this happen without putting up a fight.
“Fuck y-” Ben covers my mouth cutting me off.
“We could just kill the bitch,” Logan grunts as I punch him in the stomach.
“There will be time for that, but she must pay. Her death cannot be swift,” Carson finally speaks.
“Fuck the bitch bit me,” Ben yelps as he rips his hand away bleeding.
“No, no, no!” I try to keep pushing them away, but Logan restrains my hands in front of me.
“Here,” Mel screams. “Shut her up!”
“GUN-” I start to scream when the gag is shoved into my mouth.
I just want him. As stupid as this sounds, I do. I thought the last person to fuck me before I died would’ve been Gunner or at least I hoped it would be. Tears start to fill my eyes as I’m penetrated from both ends. Luckily my ass isn’t too painful because Ben’s cock rivals the thickness of an angel hair noodle, but he is still long. Logan is average despite my comment in solitary. They find a painful rhythm and stick to it. My whole lower half is just a series of very different levels of pain. I focus on my broken ankle to keep my mind off what is happening.
“I am doing you a favor G, she has corrupted your mind just like them,” Carson says as he approaches me. Logan moves a little to give Carson access to my face and I curse at him behind the gag.
“Shh, Alley Cat, you’ll get to meet Mackenzie and Emily very soon,” Carson soothes, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “Make sure to tell them hi for me.” He kisses my forehead tenderly and steps away whistling.
“Move Logan,” Mel orders. “My turn.”
He does as she says but not before he zip ties my hands. Ben pauses his assault, and Mel comes face to face with me. My eyes shoot to her hands, slow strokes up and down the strap- on with my blood. I can’t hold the tears back as my sanity shatters. This is fucking happening again and I can’t stop it. I fucking hate the cruelty of women. I close my eyes and start berating myself for constantly antagonizing her and breaking her jaw.
This isn’t your fault, Alley.
I’m so sorry babe.
That is the last I hear from Ember and Raven as Mel thrusts into me. I can no longer focus on the pain in my ankle as now my whole insides are on fucking fire. I feel each scrape of the textured shaft, then when she slowly pulls out, I feel each curve skim over those scrapes causing more burning pain. She roughly thrusts back in so deep the tip basically donkey punches my cervix.
I start to cry harder as Ben and Melanie pick up their pace and the pain reaches a peak where I can’t hold themback. They flow like rivers made by a torrential downpour before a Florida hurricane.
Ben makes a loud grunt as I feel him fill my ass with his cum. He bites my cheek before he pulls out and I am pushed fully onto my back. I yelp when my sore backside meets the concrete. My body is starting to become numb to everything and that is when panic alarms ring through my head and I start to fight again. With my bond almost purple hands I grab Mel’s small face and gauge her eyes. Her left eyeball pops. The sound is almost inaudible over the blood rushing in my ears. The aqueous humor fluid, vitreous gel, and blood stream down my digit, indicating I completely destroyed the slimy marble.
Instead of pop goes the weasel lyrics, my mind changes it to pop goes the eyeball. I have to bite my tongue as the jingle starts to play on a constant loop in my head.
