Page 33 of The Blackened Blade

A hand grips my shoulder roughly, pulling me up straight and cutting me off before slamming me against the wall again.

The back of my skull hits the cold bricks as my head spins and vision blurs. A sharp pain sears down my back, with the pain from the first hit to the wall re-emerging and permeating through me even more.

Something was definitely broken or fractured there.

A tremor works its way through me as I feel a large hand roughly grasp my throat and shift my face upwards, followed by the feel of bodies crowding closer to me.

I try to throw myself forward, but a hand grips my wrist on each side of me and slams them both into the wall above me with a bruising grip.

A feeling of uselessness tries to seep its way into my mind as I struggle and thrash against their holds to no avail. I couldn’t let them do this, I wouldn’t–

A hand suddenly pulls at my sweatshirt before I feel cold air on my chest, followed by a rough hand grasping and groping my breasts. I hear a low hum and a muffled voice

“...Not bad.”

A couple of chuckles follow as bile burns the back of my throat, held back only by the hand forcefully clutching my neck. I continue to thrash and fight, trying to break free from their holds and grasp on me. Even in my past life they didn’t go this far. I had been locked up, bullied mentally and emotionally, and beaten black and blue, butthis…

The fingers flex around my throat as my blurred vision becomes more clear and I seeDeanholding my neck. But before I can push myself forward to fight, his other hand grabs my left leg quickly and forces it to one side. His hand around my throat snakes up to my face as he wraps his long fingers around my mouth, pushing me further into the stone wall behind me as he covers my lips.

His other hand quickly moves up my thigh, his shifter strength not giving me much room to move or thrash anymore as he pushes himself flush against me.

He leans into my ear, “You can cry and scream if you want, but no one will save you. Hell, they would probably sit back and watch the show…or evenhelp.”

A disgusting hard bulge forms against my thighs as a low growl leaves his lips. His eyes begin to glow gold and fangs begin to descend as he leans in closer.Bastard wolf shifter.

His breath brushes across my neck, “You should have stayed the same quiet littlebitcheveryone tolerated…but I guess this works better for us.”

Leon chuckles, his face contorted in a sick smirk as the grip on my breast tightens painfully. “Make sure to be quick, so we can all get a turn.” My left wrist is yanked up higher, pain searing through my shoulder and arm with its force.

“Make sure you hold her tight, Cole,” orders Leon to the blonde boy on my left.

“Can't have her lashing out again while Deans having his fun.” The hand holding my right wrist tightens as Dean pulls slightly back, releasing his grip on my mouth and leg as he adjusts his trousers. His eyes glow a darker shade of gold as they turn to meet mine again, a sick smirk lacing his lips. He leans back in, reaching for my trousers, and manages to slide them down just a fraction, before his hand quickly falls away.

He tumbles backward, his eyes dazed and face scrunched in pain as he falls back on his feet and then to the ground, a red mark already forming on his forehead.

I lift my head back up, ignoring the pain searing down the front of my head from the hit I’d just delivered Dean.

A small warm trickle follows the splitting pain down my face, but I ignore it. There was no time to dwell on it or the pain anymore. I needed to move.

Any damage I incur now would be worth it as long as I fight back and give my all.

I’ll use everything and anything around me to inflict as much pain on them as I could; my hands, my feet, my nails and teeth, and anything else I could find.

In the split second of chaos and confusion, I make my move.

Using all my strength, I yank my wrists free from the hands holding them and fall to the ground. My knees hit the cement hard, probably drawing blood, but I pull myself up as quickly as I can. And just in time, as a set of hands try to grab me from my side with another moving toward Dean. I twist around, dodging Leon’s hands, and with the full force of my strength, I kick my feet out, knocking his legs from under him.

He goes down with a loud smash, crashing into a metal bin behind him and sending it rolling down onto the pathway, leaving a trail of trash in its wake.

I turn back quickly, hearing shuffling from behind me, but I'm a moment too late as two sets of hands are on me before I can fully pull myself back up.

Dean and Cole snatch me from the ground as I thrash against their hold.

Shoving me back against the wall, Dean pushes Cole's hands away, clutching both my wrists above me with a bruising grip.

His eyes are a bright gold, his wolf nearing the surface as he gets into my face.

“For pulling that little stunt, I’ll make sure that when we’re done here with you, you’ll be so broken and bruised you’ll wish you had just let me fuck you quickly from the start.” His spit hits my face as he continues, vitriol hate seeping from his eyes toward me, “You’ll have tocrawlback when we’re done with you.” A smile so disgusting and vile twists his lips, his eyes lost in his contorted thoughts as his hand reaches for his trousers again, all the while keeping his head a safe distance from my own.

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