Page 32 of The Blackened Blade

“Even if someone does come…” He looks down toward me, meeting my eyes as a mocking grin stretches his lips. “Nobody would care if it'sheranyway.”

He leans forward, extending the hand I'd just slapped away moments ago.

“Wecouldalso do this in a much easier way…” His eyes trail down my body, “Where weallcould have a little fun–”

“That's not what we agreed on Dean!” Scowls the Joker wannabe, cutting offDean'ssick proposition.

“She needs to be taught a lesson and be shown her place.” He spits his words, a vitriol hate swirling in his murky eyes as they meet mine again. “Something so worthless only deserves to be used and discarded like the little whore she–”

Before he can finish his useless little speech, I kick my foot out, slamming it into his leg and making him stumble forward. My best bet was to try to catch them off guard and move quickly.

I clench my fist as tight as I can and throw it forward, aiming for his head, but before the hit can land, it's caught by another large hand from beside me.

Deans.

He yanks me up with ease before throwing me back into the stone wall behind me. I hear something crack as pain splinters through me, slicing down my back and shoulders as my body slides down the wall.

“I guess that's what I get for trying to be nice.” Dean pushes his fingers through my hair before roughly grabbing it and pulling me closer to face him. Every strand on my head burns with his grip, as if each one is going to be yanked out by the force of his grasp on me.

“We could have done this the easy way,” He sighs, as he uses his other hand to loosen his trouser belt, “...but I guess, I wouldn’t have been gentle either way.” He slowly begins to undo his top trouser button as a slight moment of panic pushes to the front of my mind. Memories and flashes of the first few weeks in The Facility and the constant threat of the guards hit me.

I pull myself back just as quick, taking a slow breath and pushing the memories and my panic back down. I bury them deep in the place I put all my pain and fear I’ve carried over the years.

If I could fight and survive back then, I could do it here and now. I didn’t have strength then either, and I was still able to protect myself.

A low chuckle rings out from beside Dean.

“About fucking time,” The green-haired ass grins as he pushes in closer beside him and sneers down at me. His eyes leer toward my chest as his hand reaches toward me. And just as he leans closer, I spit on him, hitting him directly in the face.

“That's the only thing you’ll be getting off of me.”

He reels back, a look of pure shock taking over his expression before it quickly turns to rage.

He tries to grab me, but Dean elbows him, pushing him back again. “Patience Leon, you’ll get your turn with her. And then you can dowhateveryou want.”

“As if I’ll–”

My words are cut off as my head is yanked back harder with Dean chuckling. He pulls his trouser zipper down, just as I try to throw my knee out and toward his crotch. But it's quickly caught byLeon, who also catches the fist aiming for his face.Fucking shifter speed.

The grip on my hair falls away as I’m shoved backwards, slamming into the bricks behind me again.And hard.

I quickly scramble to straighten myself but suddenly my head is whipped sideways, my vision sporting tiny black spots as I try to steady myself and take in what's happened.

He hit me.

The asshole had slapped me hard enough to make my head turn, and my teeth chatter with its force.

The pain works its way from my stinging cheek into my head. A throbbing pain hammers its way through my skull while I try to pull myself quickly back together.

I stumble sideways, my hand falling on the wall behind me as muffled voices ring out around me.

“You should have done that from the start,” ChucklesLeon, “Then she wouldn’t have acted so stupid.”

“I didn’t want her face bruised or swollen…it's a turn off.” Answers Dean with a nonchalant tone as my vision begins to clear.

“I couldn’t care less, it's not her face I’ll be having fun with.” Leon's eyes leer down toward my thighs and then back up to my chest. “Besides, you can always take her from behind.” A low chuckle leaves his throat, as a dark, twisted grin stretches his lips.

“Fuck yo–”

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