Page 3 of All Hallows Mate
“I think we should have some fun. What do you say, Tori? Wanna have some fun?” Jason asks. His grip is so tight that I can hardly breathe. If I say no, he’s not going to care. Men like himdon’t care. If I just play nice for a little while, maybe I can slip out. Once I am around others, I’ll be fine.
“Sure,” I whisper, fawning like I always do. Why do I do this? I get scared and shut down. I’m sober, though, so why am I not fighting?
“Ah. See?” Jason says with a grin as he drops his hand from my throat. “We are all friends here.”
“What are you thinking, man? Pussy or mouth?” Jacob asks Jason.
“I’m supposed to be meeting someone,” I lie. “I need to go.” I move toward the door again, but when Jacob grabs me, I panic. “Let go of me!” I yell when he shoves me back on the bed.
“What’s wrong, Tori? Not drunk enough to take my cock?” Jason asks as he forces my thighs apart.
“Stop, Jason. Get off…” I scream, but Jacob covers my mouth, pinning my head to the bed. I try to kick Jason, but he grabs my ankle and shoves my knee into my chest. Sobs shake through my body as I thrash and kick, trying to get away. Jacob hooks his arm under my knee to pin me to the bed with my dress now hiked up. His hand is still firm against my mouth, keeping my head still and my cries silent.
In a last-ditch effort, I bite down on Jacob's hand. “Ow! You bitch!” Jacob hisses and yanks his hand away.
“Stop!” Someone hel—” I start to scream, but Jacob flips his pocket knife open and presses the tip against my throat. I instantly go silent.
“We all know you planned to get fucked tonight, so just be a good slut and shut the fuck up,” Jacob growls.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I cry quietly. My eyes snap to Jason when he tears open a condom. “No, please don’t.”
“Put a cock in her mouth so she will shut the fuck up. I like her better when she’s drunk,” Jason complains. Jacob fumbles with his jeans, and I try to fight against his hold on my leg, but I can’t. My eyes divert to Jason when he spits into his hand several times before coating me with his saliva.
“Ah!” I cry out in pain when Jacob grabs a fistful of hair on the top of my head.
Jacob pulls me to the edge of the bed and turns my face. “I feel any teeth, and I’ll fucking rip them out,” Jacob threatens. I nod through my tears and open my mouth. They both cackle at my submission, but I don’t want to be hurt anymore. I just want to go home. I never should have come here dressed like this. When he pushes to the back of my throat, I gag violently. Jason grips onto my other thigh and shoves into my vagina.
Just like that, I shut down. It’s like that one thrust turned off the power to my brain, and I lie here as he rapes me. I don’t gag or tense, even when they both quicken their speed and put as much force behind it as they can.
It feels like I am watching from above, and I am completely separate from my body. I am focused on a scuff on the wall behind Jacob. Occasionally, his leg blocks my view, but it’s always there when he moves again. The moments seem to go by more slowly as I grow more distant from reality.
There it is again.
Reality: Where demons walk among the living, wearing their privilege with a smile. “But they’re good boys.” Good boys don’t set your pride on fire and leave every nerve ending exposed and raw. They don’t prey on vulnerability and thrive on the prayers we recite when they steal chunks of our souls—invading a space in our memories where they aren’t welcome—where they weren’t invited. So, no, they aren’t good boys—good boys don’t rape.
Jacob pulls out of my mouth and groans as he strokes himself. His come lands on the side of my face and in my hair, but I don’t move. I’m still lost somewhere in my mind. Jason is slamminginto me with everything he has. Luckily, he doesn’t have much to give. It’s the little things we can be thankful for, right? His grunts become erratic, and his pace falters. Finally, he finishes. When he pulls out of me and their hands leave my body, I curl myself into the fetal position and hug my knees to my chest. Sobs rack my body, and I feel hollow.
The door opens, and I freeze. “Guys, what are y’all… Jesus, are y’all fucking with Tori again?” Liam Branson says. Liam Branson is the only guy who hasn’t fucked with me, but I am pretty sure he loathes my existence. Everyone makes jokes that we regularly fuck, but I’ve never even had a conversation with him.
“Why don’t you have a crack at her now, big boy?” Jason laughs and claps him on the back as he and Jacob leave the room.
“Fucking assholes,” Liam mutters. I hear him get closer to me, but then he stops. “Is that… Fuck.”
Liam walks around the bed but stops when our eyes meet. “You know you have…” Liam starts to ask.
“Please, just go away,” I whimper as tears well up again. Humiliation and shame slam down on me. The last thing I need is for a picture to go around so everyone can make jokes for the next three weeks.
I start to get up, but Liam puts his hand on my shoulder. “Hold on,” he says. Ah, I gave him too much credit. I wonder what it is he will do to me.
“Just do whatever you want and go away,” I sniff. I wait for him to do something, but he walks away. I assume he is gone, but he appears again and sits beside me.
“Can I help?” he asks.
“Uh…” I say. I’ve never been asked permission before someone has touched me. “Yeah…”
The very first thing he does is help pull my dress back down so my ass isn’t showing. He gently turns my head before he wipes the come off the side of my face. “Pretty sure this shirt is dirty,” he says. “Although you probably don’t care. It’s better than… well, you know. This is Makayla’s parents’ room, so maybe it’s her dad’s. He seems like a clean guy.”
“Are you talking to me or yourself?” I ask as he is cleaning my hair.
