Page 38 of From the Darkness

Chapter Thirty-Six

Amelia

I wish we had satellite phones then and there, because walking into the house that had been just ours for the four weeks that I was recovering brought every demon and fear to the forefront of my head.

“Hey Kent, look dinner just got here,” Evil thing one says, making my eyes jump to see that the two men who have been front and center in my nightmares are standing on either side of the house, one block the back door and the other is blocking the stairs.

Starting to back out the front door when evil thing two states, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, we have you, Doreen has the two idiot brothers, and it just so happens that dear old dad and stepmom are currently having lunch with your parents under the false pretense that they ran into each other, and it was the last table at the diner.”

“Shit,” I whisper and then ask, “What do you want?” The false bravado I have is trying to push through, but I am shaking like a leaf that if I don’t do what they say, the people that mean the most to me will be injured in the process. How can I stop this and stop it for good?

“Same thing as last time, only we want you to struggle more and not give up,” Evil thing one chuckles and starts to move.

“WAIT!” I yell, hoping that I can come up with a solution to keep my family safe, but also not have to deal with them touching me.

“Want something to drink?” I ask; okay that’s not something I would ask the two idiots who are here to rape me, but I am grasping at straws.

“Bitch, the only thing I want on my tongue is the blood from you when I mark your tit for the idiot twins to know that you are fucking BROKEN!” the one who I assume is Kent yells.

My entire body starts to shake, and I can feel my head start to get dizzy and lightheaded. I need to keep a focus on what these two are doing, so I start to take deep breaths, repeating the mantra ‘I am a strong woman in control of her own destiny’ silently in my head.

“Bitch, get the fuck over here,” the other one demands, but I can’t move. My feet are glued to their spot, as is my body. I can’t even move when I see them coming my body is frozen and I can’t unglue myself to even get away.

“I see you have concluded that this, what is going to happen to you with in the next however long this takes, is inevitable,” Kent states.

My body is shaking but still no movements and then my vision starts to fade because they have both reached me and grabbed my arms, one each and tighten their grip to the point that their nails are digging into the skin on my arms.

They start to sneer at each other and then they rip my clothing from my body, which leaves me totally naked. Ever since the first time they raped me, I can’t stand to have my bra and underwear on. It feels like I am being restricted. I see now that it was the biggest mistake that my mind would ever play on me because it has left me vulnerable.

“Oh look, she is already for us Clint; let’s get this party started,” Kent growls and drags me towards the couch that my men were so recently sitting watching the game on. I make a mental note to sit and watch the game with them from now on, even if I am reading a story, as long as we are all sitting together, I don’t care.

My mind is blank and I can’t focus on what they are saying or what they are doing until I feel my legs jerked apart and lifted over my head I am literally bent in half.

“Look at that pretty pink kitty. Why doesn’t Doreen have a landing strip like this, it’s so fucking pretty,” Kent admires and then I hear him taking off his belt and the next thing I feel is the sting of the belt being whipped against the lips of my sex. He isn’t gentle with it; his swings are hard and I can feel liquid dripping down the lips of my pussy.

“Oh, look at that you have drawn blood,” Clint says and then continues “It’s my turn grab her fucking legs, I need to taste.”

Kent smiles and hits me one more time before grabbing my legs and climbing over the couch. Clint comes around and makes sure I can see the evil smirk before licking my labia and biting my clit so hard that I scream from pain and my arms unclench and go to the cushions.

He doesn’t stop the assault on my body he is biting me so hard that by the fifth time his teeth have sunk in I am numb to the pain and the only focus I have is on my hands that are buried between the cushions. My middle finger makes contact with what feels like a pen. This is perfect. I can make this into a knife. I just have to aim for the right spot and the big dumb idiot won’t know what hit him.

“Fuck does she taste good. No wonder those two that Doreen has her sights set on want nothing to do with her, this is like eating the finest Belgian chocolate only white, it’s like the juiciest of peaches that squirts into your mouth,” Clint groans and then bites me again.

“Her body marks very easily, too. I can’t wait to see my handprints on her face,” Kent growls and adjusts his crotch. This gives my body the extra push I needed to get the pen into my hands.

I know that I only have one shot with the pen, and I need to make sure that I hit his neck with force the pen hits both the jugular and carotid arteries. Okay, I may have imagined pulling their heads back and taking satisfaction in slicing their throats from ear to ear and then ripping their tongue out through the hole. Okay, my demons may have been driving me to think of things that would give me the greatest satisfaction in watching the life bleed from their bodies.

“All right, I need to mark this bitch, you’ve had your dinner, stuff her mouth full of cock will you,” Kent growls and loosens his hold on my foot enough that I can kick out and hit Clint in the face knocking him silly for a little.

“You bitch!” Kent screams and comes at me in his hand is a knife, with him in range I strike fast impaling the pen I was holding into his neck, I don’t let go of the pen while he thrashes his head around, effectively making the pen move around in his neck severing his own jugular and carotid arteries.

I take the pen out ready to stab him again and as I pull the pen out, blood starts to pump with every beat of his heart. I take the pen that has torn into his neck and, with all my strength, ram the pen into his cock, pinning them to his balls.

“I WIN! You thought that you could do it again to me. My demons have helped me come up with so many ways to disembowel you and that other prick it’s not funny. This is my time to live. It’s my time to be free. Oh, and do you want to know something you usually douche. I forgive you for my own peace of mind, but I will never forget the vile and disgusting things you have done to me. I truly hope you rot in hell,” I finish screaming at him and fall back onto my bare ass.

“Now you fuckhead number two, I am going to save for my men, but until they get back, I’m going to make sure you don’t move.” I muster up the leftover energy from the adrenaline rush and tie Clint to whatever I can to make sure that he doesn’t move. I walk into the kitchen and grab a pair of dull scissors and the iron frying pan. I slowly walk over to him and unzip his pants, taking his cock out of his pants and without any remorse, I chop his dick off and stick it in his mouth.

I whisper, “Now you really are a cocksucker.” Then his eyes slowly start to open, and he starts to open his mouth to scream, with all my might I lift the frying pan and let it fall on his head, not hard enough to crack his skull, but hard enough to knock him out.

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