Page 23 of Dead Woman Walking

“Fuck off,” he snaps.

Kyler chuckles, shaking his head. He is the first to get soft and pull from my pussy. Cum drips right down my thighs. “I’m going to start gathering our shit.”

“Yeah,” Jax sighs. “We should get out of here.”

I nod, pulling from both of my other men. Evander cleans me up and helps me dress in spare clothes while the other two clean up this “mess.”

7

Art

My body grows numb the farther Jax—Jason—drives us away. After cleaning up the mess, we all cleaned ourselves up at the back of the car and got out of our bloody clothes.

I rub my fingers together.Why am I so numb? I should be feeling good. I am free, aren’t I?Yet, I feel the same, maybe even fucking worse from having my rapists’ hands on me all night.

My eyes blur as I stare ahead, streetlights blending together. It looks like I am watching life through a television and the static from a lost channel fills my nerves until that is all I feel.

The lights flashing by remind me of the hospital as they rolled me away. Row after row, I watched them in silence as the nurse wheeled me away. My hair was wild on my face as she took me back to my room. The moment she stepped from the room, I heard her speak.

“What a fucking liar!” she snapped in a harsh tone.

My head turned slightly to see their figure through the small window.

“She probably beat herself up and came here.”

“And the cum inside of her?” the other nurse asked, and for a moment, I thought she believed me. My heart rate raised, beeping in my ear.

“She obviously had a foursome and got embarrassed about how much of slut she is,” the first replied, making the other giggle.

“You’re right. Poor guys, being framed for this?”

Poor guys? Poor guys?! What about me? The victim. My heart machine was beeping louder and more erratically. My chest swelled and weight pushed against it.

I wanted to get away. I wanted to die. No one believed me. No one would listen.

My heart was pounding, aching to pop from my chest and end this nightmare.

I hear voices, but they are too far. Too far to help me.

“Pull over,” a voice orders, almost snapping me back to reality.

“Dump her here for all I care,” West’s voice echoed in my head. “She’s probably dead anyways.”

My body hit the ground, leaves, and branches crunching under me. Pain exploded from my body—white and hot. It was everywhere, the pain. It was overwhelming. Though in the moments their fists were hitting me, I didn’t feel it.

“Bitch bruised my knuckles,” Oliver groaned, and a boot hit my stomach, making me finally puke.

I puked and puked until my body was gagging, tears running from my face onto the grass below. It was dead here, the lack of water making them look dry.

Maybe now something could grow from my death. Maybe a flower or a patch of perfect grass.

My eyes close as a soft hand touches my face. I flinch, waiting for the hit. But it never comes. The warm hands touch my face again, and I snap to reality, barely able to see Kyler through the tears.

“Come back to me, Artemis,” he whispers.

“I-I—” I start, feeling grass under my knees like I had that night. “He—They—”

“I know, baby, but they are gone now,” Kyler explains.

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