Page 13 of From the Darkness

I settled into cleaning the sinks. I mean, those sinks were black, and they needed a good rough scrub with industrial strength steel wool.

I have just finished the sinks and turn to the toilets when Beat It by Fallout Boys comes over the radio, and I drop to my knees to start scrubbing around the base of the toilet, going in sync to the beat of the music.

Now usually the bathroom takes a good hour to clean thoroughly, and that’s just the one bathroom, and that is if the bathroom doesn’t need a deep scrub as these do.

I’m so deep in dreamland trying to picture what tomorrow night is going to be like that I barely catch the movement at the door.

I don’t have time before I see two guys standing in front of the door. I go to move and pull out my earbuds when the medium size guy lunges at me and captures my hands so that they are held securely behind my back. He then takes his other hand and places it firmly over my mouth, only allowing a little room to get air into my nose.

The second guy turns and locks the door, effectively cutting off any chance that help will walk through the door. He then turns and reaches down to his boot and removes it and his sock, balling it up and motioning for the other guy to remove his hand.

I don’t have time to yell before his sock is stuffed into my mouth.

He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pocketknife. He shows it to me, and his dead eyes and evil smirk make me shiver. I know who he is. I have seen him with Carl at the company outings and just lounging in our lounge. He pokes the knife into the skin just above the collar and pushes so that when he drags his knife down to cut off my clothes, he cuts into my skin enough that blood rises to the surface. It’s like he has given me one gigantic paper cut. My eyes start to tear up, and I start to shake. My body is vibrating from the pain of his knife as he guides it down my body and he doesn’t stop when he hits my pants. He only puts more force to get through the thicker material. My mind is starting to go wild, my breathing has turned erratic, and I can feel myself slowly losing consciousness.

The guy that grabbed my hands has now taken off his belt and secured my arms behind my back. He then stands me up as the other guy drops to his knees and rips my pants off my body.

I can see his mouth moving, but because my music is so high, I can’t hear what they are saying. I wish I should have kept one out and paid closer attention to my surroundings. I wish I could control my breathing because as I see the guy pull his fist back, I black out.

In my subconscious, I am at this beautiful log cabin with a babbling brook and trees to hide you from the world. The peace and quiet makes the birds chirping sound like I am in some fairy tale. My eyes settle on two figures in the distance cutting wood. Are these my lumberjacks here to satisfy my every need?

I start to come around as the second guy bends down and grabs a handful of hair, pulling my head back, and shows me the largest dildo that I have ever seen. It has to be the size of my wrist. He then hands it to the guy behind me, and the next thing I know I am back in my subconscious land, and my lumberjacks are stalking towards me with a handful of beautiful red roses. My eyes mist with tears as they approach me and both drop to their knees and offer the bunch of roses, one for each hand.

My lumberjacks start to sing about staying awhile and living our lives in this beautiful paradise amongst the flowers and birds.

They start to remove their clothes, and their bodies make me drool. The thoughts that run through my head are anything but pure.

I suddenly start to feel a searing pain; I can’t figure out why I am feeling pain in this beautiful paradise. Why is my body in pain, but I can feel the orgasm tingles?

I start to wake up from my paradise and try to figure out why I can’t breathe, why every time I take a breath my lungs burn. I notice as my eyes are still blurry from being closed that whoever is here with me is wearing gloves. I start to focus on my surroundings and see the guys are still here with me. They are naked and I pray that they at least put a condom on. That they had some decency to wrap their dicks. I am brought out of my worried thoughts when the guy with his cock in my mouth goes too far and makes me vomit all over myself. He pulls out, but I still hit him with the projectile.

I know that once they are through with me, I am going to have major issues with my body.

They continued with their assault for another hour. I was waiting for someone, anyone, to knock on the door and stop them, but no one did. No one saved me during my time in the torture chamber. I was left to take every ounce of hurt they gave me, and not do a thing to save myself.

As they finished and untied my arms, they pulled me up and ripped my earbuds out, causing my ears to ring, making me shake my head.

They undo the gag and rip it out of my mouth, making my teeth bang together and my jaw begin to hurt.

Guy number one grabs my face tightly and smirks, then once he has my eyes, he states, “Don’t fucking say a word to anyone about what just happened. Not only will we come back for you, but we will make sure your bitch of a sister and that little cunt of a niece gets worse than what you just got.”

When he lets go, he forces my head down, making me stumble and hit my head on the side of the toilet. The force of the impact makes my world go black.

Chief

“Have any of you guys seen Mackenzie?” I yell into the kitchen.

A chorus of nays rings out.

“Guys, come on, her shift is done in fifteen minutes, and she still needs to do her goddamned paperwork,” I yell, causing all the guys to jump up and scatter.

I head toward the back of the lot, thinking she might be outside catching some air. When I hear a commotion.

“FUCK, Chief, call the ambulance!” one of the guys yells.

“OH SHIT, don’t touch her. Carl, grab a fucking backboard and a neck brace. Chief, she is fucking bad,” someone else yells, and the only thing I can think about is calling her mom and dad, getting them to the hospital so she has family there.

“Hey, Trevor, it’s Jim. I want you to get Gail and Rosey and meet me at the hospital. I don’t know what happened, but she is bad. Just get there, the bus just pulled up, and we are loading her in as we speak. I have to go, I’ll see you there,” I finish and close my phone.

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