Page 79 of Devious Eyes
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Nothing.
I blink a few times and try to move, not finding any resistance. A trickle of something running down the inside of my leg jolts my memory back to the present, and I recall where I am.
“All you have to do is agree then all of this stops. Your little sister won’t be touched again.” It’s a voice I don’t recognise, but the words hit me like a tonne of bricks. This is the leverage. They want Andreas’ business and he’s not giving it to them. He’d rather see me raped than hand over the keys to his kingdom.
Anger flashes through me and I push up on my arms, but I’m immediately grabbed and twisted around onto my back. The mean man stands over me from one end of the table, his arms nailing my shoulders to the table. The position has my back bent uncomfortably, and now I can see everything around me. Including Andreas. My mind wants me to fight, but when I push my body to move and struggle, little happens. The weight of the man over me is too much to move.
“Stop this, Andreas. Please,” I beg. But all I hear is a low groan and what sounds like a sob. No words to end this. No words to rescue me.
The man grins down at me as I try for strength, but nothing I do will change my position. Only Andreas can do that. Panic rushes through me as I realise I’m still trapped, and I’m not going to be left alone.
Out of the gloom, the quiet one, the rapist, moves towards me and hovers. I know what he wants. He’s already taken it from me once. I wait, unable to turn away from the face that will plague me for the rest of my life. His body flinches, and I kick out with my free leg but hit nothing but air. The denim of my torn-up jeans hangs from my other leg. He grabs my foot and pushes his body between my legs.
I look away towards Andreas, hoping to see his face through my swollen eye. But a hand latches onto my throat, cutting off my airway. I bat at the arm, clawing with my nails, but he just laughs—laughs and grins as I feel the pounding of my heart beat against the inside of my skull and the pressure rising in my body.
“Leave her. Leave her.” Andreas’ cries grow louder, but his protest is futile unless he agrees to their demands. He won’t. He’s watched them rape me. He’s not going to break now.
Hands run up my stomach and over my breasts, and I squirm as nausea rolls through me. I twist my face away, constricting my airway further, but I don’t care. The sound of my top ripping is the final step and I close my eyes to it, unable to allow anymore sensory information in than I need.
His hands are on my skin next, rough and callous as he gropes at me, digging his fingers into my flesh as if I’m there for his amusement. Black spots start to float behind my eyes and a lightness comes over me.
That’s when it happens, when the pain tears through me again and the scream I want to vent is trapped behind the filthy man’s hand. Tears track down the side of my face as I endure, each shove, each thrust searing me with a pain that’s already left me raw and broken until I can’t think about it any longer.
“Fuck you, she can’t breathe. You’re going to kill her. Fuck. Have it. Have it all, just don’t kill her.”
“I’m glad you finally came around to our way of doing business, Mr Alves,” the woman’s voice says from somewhere.
Business.
My mind drifts. Drifts to a place where I’m safe and loved. Nate.
My body will heal. My body will heal.
