"You like this, babe? You like being completely in my power?" He asked.
"Dean!" She moaned. "I fucking love it, babe!"
"Me too," he said.
His fingers ran up her arms to her chained wrists. He loved that she wasn't afraid to give up control. She always trusted him completely when he chained her up to the headboard and had his way with her.
"I love you, babe," he kissed down her neck.
In a split second everything changed. None of them had heard anyone enter their home. Someone grabbed him and yanked him of her. He found himself on his knees on the floor while two people held on to his arms. Turning his head to the sides in confussion, he found the faces of Chad and Shelton. Fear flushed through him as a hand in his hair yanked his head backwards enough to see one of the twins standing behind him. Jimmy. He knew Jey was there too.
"Well, well, well," Jey said in front of him.
Jimmy pushed his head forward against but kept a hold on his hair.
"We warned you, Dean. You should have paid in time," Jey continued.
"I got your money," Dean tried to yank himself free but he couldn't. "In the top drawer in an envelope. They're all there. I was gonna pay you first thing tomorrow morning."
Jey walked over to the drawer and pulled out an envelope. He opened it, took out the money and counted it.
"They're all there," he agreed.
"I told you so. Please, leave us alone now," Dean said.
"See, there in lies the problem. When people don't pay us in time, there's gonna be interest to pay too," Jey said.
"I don't have anymore money," Dean said.
Jimmy leaned down behind him until his mouth was right next to Dean's ear, turning Dean's head just slightly so his eyes landed on his still chained up girlfriend.
"But you got something else," Jimmy said.
"No! You fuckers! Don't touch her!" Dean shouted.
He started struggling like crazy but they were three men on one and he couldn't get free. Jey laughed evilly as he moved towards the bed while opening his pants.
"You already got her chained up for us. I suppose a thank you is in order," he said.
"No! Don't you fucking touch her! She's got nothing to do with this!" Dean shouted.
"Better think twice next time you choose to cross us," Jimmy said behind him.
"Dean!" She yanked on the cuffs but it was useless. "Dean! Please!"
"I'm so sorry, Sandra," Dean started crying.
Jey moved up on the bed, forcing her legs apart. She cried out loud as he thrust into her, her eyes begging Dean for help. Jimmy kept Dean's head locked on the show in front of him. Not that Dean would have looked away. He kept his eyes locked with hers, hoping she somehow could find some sort of solace by keeping eye contact with him.
"She's nice and wet," Jey said as he pulled out. "Thank you for getting her ready for us."
"I'll fucking kill you!" Dean sneered.
"I'd like to see you try," Jey chuckled and looked at Jimmy. "Brother?"
"Yeah, my turn," Jimmy said.
"No!" Dean tried to struggle again. "One time was enough! Leave her alone!"
Jey stepped up in front of Dean and grabbed his chin.
"There's four of us, Dean," he smirked. "Enjoy the show."
"I'll kill you. I swear to god I'll kill you all," Dean said.
Jey just laughed as he moved behind Dean and took his brother's place. Dean was kept on his knees, forced to watch as Jimmy, Chad and Shelton had their way with her too. Somewhere during Jimmy's attack she stopped crying and just stared at the wall. Dean kept his eyes on her face, ready to try and comfort her silently if she felt the need to find his eyes again. She didn't. The wall was all she stared at with a blank expression. Her mind had wandered somewhere else.
"That's what happens when you mess with us," Jimmy stood in front of him again.
"Next time you'll pay in time," Jey stood next to his brother.
"There won't be a fucking next time!" Dean sneered.
"We'll see," Jimmy chuckled.
The brothers took a step backwards before planting two synchronized kicks into Dean's stomach. All air went out of him and he went forward as Chad and Shelton let go of his arms. He watched through wet eyes how the four men disappeared quickly.
"Sandra," he panted.
He crawled to the bed and got up on it. He quickly got her out of the cuffs and pulled her close.
"I'm so sorry, babe," he cried. "Please, talk to me."
Not a word came from her and she still had that blank expression in her eyes. He looked down her body and started crying even more as he saw the blood between her legs. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, still holding on to her with one arm while he dialed a friend of his.
"Tamina, I need your help," he cried. "I need you to come over right away with your medical gear. It's Sandra. I don't know how bad it is. I can't take her to the hospital because there'll be a police report and then these fuckers will come back and do even worse."
It didn't take long for Tamina to arrive and do her thing. Dean had had enough sense to get into a pair of pants but Sandra still lied naked on the bed without speaking a word. Tamina had gently cleaned her up and sewed her while Dean had paced in the background.
"Is she gonna be alright?" He asked once she was done.
"It's a nasty tear but it'll heal," she answered. "I think the mental healing is gonna be the worst part. What the hell happened, Dean?"
"The twins and their two baboons," he answered.
"You know better than to get involved with them," she sighed.
"I know, Tamina! Do you think I wanted this to happen?" He snapped.
"I'm not the enemy," she said.
"I know. I'm sorry. But..." He bit his lip. "Look at her. Look at my baby. They did that to her."
He started crying again and she pulled him in for a hug.
"I need to fix this," he said.
"You can't," she said. "What's done is done."
"But I can make sure it never happens again to anyone," he said.
"Dean, don't," she warned him.
"You can't talk me out of this, Tamina. You're either with me or against me," he said.
"You know I always got your back," she said.
"Can she stay with you?" He asked.
"Of course. She can't be alone right now. She's gonna need help in the beginning with walking. And peeing sure ain't gonna be fun the first day or two," she answered.
He nodded and moved towards the closet to get some clothes out. He dressed Sandra who was still unresponsive and it broke his heart that she didn't communicate at all. He finally put on a shirt and a pair of shoes himself before taking out his gun from the bottom drawer.
"Shit, Dean!" Tamina sucked in her breath.
"You didn't see it," Dean said as he stuck the gun down the waistband on his back. "You know nothing."
"Absolutely nothing," she agreed.
"Good," he walked over to Sandra again. "Come on, babe."
He lifted her up and she whimpered in pain.
"I know, babe, I know," he tried soothing her. "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry."
He carried her to his car and gently put her down on the back seat. Tamina got back into her own car and they headed in separate cars to her home. He carried Sandra inside and put her down on Tamina's bed. Tamina gave them a moment alone in her bedroom.
"Please, come back to me," he begged.
He leaned down and buried his head in the crook of her neck while his hand roamed through her hair. Suddenly her fists clenched around his shirt on his back as if she tried to pull him down further and she started crying. He usually hated when she cried but in that moment it made him happy. She was back from wherever she had been hiding in her mind.
"Dean!" She sobbed.
"I'm here, babe," he said.
"Make them pay," she said.
"I will," he said. "I promise, I will."