I don't really remember much after that, just bits and pieces, like always. that's the effect that the drug has. I know that he carried me to the usual place there he does his transactions, since I couldn't walk normally.
My clothes were different. He must've changed them for me. Can't have me looking bad when I'm handed over now can he? I'd still be in the clothes I was raped in last time if he hadn't changed me.
Next... I remember being handed over to some creepy guy; one that'd raped me before, I could tell even though my vision was beginning to blur. I knew that he was the leader of the gang dad was dealing with and shivered in his arms as soon as he touched me. I could see the lust in his eyes.
I went instantly cold as the drugs exchanged hands. I didn't even realize that I'd started screaming hoping that someone, anyone was close by, until my friend turned around and slapped me so hard that I nearly passed out.
"Be good for Craig," I heard him say, though my head was pounding. "He promised to be gentle if you behave."
I tried to scream again as he turned to leave and Craig dragged me inside, but this time, to my complete horror, no matter how hard I tried to scream, no sound would come out. My voice had completely failed me.
xXx
It's hard to remember all that happened next...
I remember being shoved against a wall, him kissing me hard, then possessively as they room began to spin and I felt nauseous. Next... I was gently forced down onto a bed. It wasn't like he had to be forceful, since I couldn't really resist anyway, because the drug had already taken effect... I remember flashes of him touching me, taking off my clothes... Under different circumstances, I would've questioned if this were real, if this could really be happening, since it was all blurred together, like a dream... Unfortunately, it'd happened so may times already that I couldn't even if I tried.
I felt... so dirty when he touched me, when he came inside me... hammered into me again and again, making me cry out. The drugs made it easy enough for him to do it, since they forced me to relax. Much to my relief, it didn't last long as all of me and I saw nothing when I blacked out soon after he started. Sometimes I was really grateful for having that drug. It allowed me to not remember everything.
xXx
When I came to again, I was alone, only covered with a blanket, feeling sticky and gross. I could still feel that man's touch lingering on me. It felt absolutely disgusting. I wanted so much to wash myself off.
I immediately tensed but remained where I was when the door opened and Craig came back inside. Normally my friend would've come back to get me by the time I'd woken back up and the drug's effects were gone. He was't there though.
Craig smiled at me when he saw that I'd awakened, as if he'd ever done anything to me before. It made my skin crawl.
"Are you feeling better? The drug's effects should be gone now since you'be been asleep for about a day," he said, sitting next to me and running a finger along my lips. I bit him hard. He winced, jerking his hand away, before slapping me. It was't nearly as hard as my friend had hit me. "I could have killed you for doing that," he hissed at me, gripping my hair. I lay docile until he let go.
"I'd rather you did," I said softly, staring at nothing in particular. I was surprised that I could use my voice again, "I've wanted to die for a long time."
If he heard what I'd said, he chose to ignore it. "You will be staying here from now on, rather than have your friend drag you back and forth. We worked it out so he can still have all the drugs his little heart desires, as long as you stay here," he informed me.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I don't want anyone to touch you except for me," he said, tearing the sheet away from me. I looked up at him wide-eyed when he held my hands above my head. "And I want you to remember everything I do to you. That means no drugs."
I looked at him horrified as he began to take off his pants again and started to writhe and kicked underneath him. He said something to me, but I couldn't hear it over my own screams a he penetrated me over and over again. I begged for him to stop, feeling tears stream down my face, but he only rammed into me faster and harder as a response.
I felt myself shudder violently when he came inside me.
He remained inside of me, even after coming. I felt tears continue to stream down my face and sobbed audibly as he kissed my neck and pulled out. Out of all the people who had raped me, I hated him the most. I always had.
He put his pants back on and bending over, picked up my clothes, tossing them at me. "Get dressed Kotetsu," he said, smiling again like nothing had happened, "We're going out."
