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Clare's POV
It's been over a day, since I've been here. Trapped. After Owen and the guy told me what they knew, they left. I don't know why, but I was glad. They have taken turns coming in every hour. I guess to make sure I stayed awake, because every time I would even think of sleep, they would walk in. Granted I wasn't stupid. I only had seventy-two hours to live. That was if no one found me. So I was going to stay awake for that long. I have done it before, when training for the FBI. It was one of the tests they put you through. To see if you could handle long, tiring cases or stakeouts.
I just hoped my team would find me. I mean its Owen. It really couldn't be that hard. Just as my mental tirade was getting good, the door opened, and both of them walked in.
"Well isn't this a change of scenery." I muttered.
"Do you always have to speak every time we come in? I mean seriously. We may have to cut your vocal chords because they really are annoying." The guy groaned.
"Let me go, and you wouldn't have to worry about my annoying voice." I stated.
"Or we could duct tape your mouth. Then when we are done with you, we could just kill you." Owen proposed.
"Yeah. That's a great idea. Besides the killing me part. Maybe we could debate about that?" I asked sarcastically.
"Girl's got a mouth. I think we could put it to good use. Say, Owen? Have you ever had someone suck you off, while they were talking or moaning? It's the fucking best feeling in the world. I'll make sure you get a chance with this one. She's got to be the best at it, compared to the rest." The guy said.
"You know, Fitz. I think I'll take you up on that offer. As long as I get to take her virginity." Owen stated.
"What?" I growled.
"That's fine. I love to have my girls broken in first. So go as long as you want. I'll just be here, waiting. Let me know if you need help or want a partner." The guy, I learned was named Fitz, said.
"In your fucking dreams!" I snarled. I cried out as Fitz backhanded me, before turning to the door.
"Will do." Owen replied, walking around. As Fitz was heading to the door, Owen's words stopped him. "Should I cut off the dress?"
"No. I'll help you remove it. We could possibly get her to role play in it before we kill her. Or maybe the next girl. I'm sure any girl would look good in that dress. Even though, they wouldn't look better than her." Fitz walked back over to me.
I wanted to speak but I kind of didn't want to pass out from the pain of a beating. Then I know I would be dead before I awoke.
"You're right she is hotter than the rest." Owen stated.
"Definitely has the body. Too bad she'll be dead within the next day or so." Fitz sighed. "Start pushing up the dress. Over her head."
Owen climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips. He pushed the dress upward towards my head, as he ran his hands up my body. I felt disgusting and I wanted to do something but I couldn't. They were both too close for comfort so I knew that if I said one word that they would hit me again.
I would fight the minute Owen was alone with me, but with Fitz, I knew that I was good as gone. I could tell he was the more aggressive one of the two. Owen slid his hips along my body as he pushed my dress upwards. He leaned into me, laying his chest against mine. His head fell into my neck, as he breathed into my hair.
"Ung. You smell so good." Owen groaned into my ear, kissing my shoulders, as he slid the dress up over my breasts. Owen sat up revealing my bra and chest to both of them.
"Well. Well. Well. Look what we have here." Fitz stepped closer to me, as he saw my bra. "A slut, have we?"
"I'm not a slut!" I growled.
"That's debatable considering that bra. I mean come on! Detachable straps? A clasp in the front? Definitely slut territory." Fitz explained.
"Is my little virgin, a closet slut?" Owen asked, leaning in close, and running his hand along my hair. He cut me off, before I had time to speak. "Well. You won't be a virgin for long, and by the end of our time together, you'll be screaming my name and begging for more."
I hadn't realized it, but Fitz had been untying my right arm, which was the closest to him, while Owen was 'flirting' with me. As soon as it was undone, Owen dropped his charade, and bent my arm so the dress's sleeve would fit over my arm. Fitz was helping too, and in seconds he was retying my arm to the post. Then Fitz walked around the bed, and over to the opposite post.
This time, they untied the part that was tied to the post, instead of the part that was tied to my hand. Owen just sat there, on my stomach, and waited. I guess they had come across some women who fight back, because they knew that I was going to try to fight with them. So they cut out the step that let me loose. Owen slid the rest of the dress up my arm, and up the rope until Fitz was able to grab it and throw it to the dresser on the other side of room.
"There you go." Fitz stated, as he finished tying the knot to the bed post. "Just undo the bra, and cut the panties. We can find her some more around here later."
"Thanks. I'll call you." Owen said, running his hands up and down my sides as he spoke. Fitz nodded, and left the room. "Ung. What the hell am I going to do with you?" He moaned, leaning down to kiss my stomach while moving slowly upwards.
"Can you please just let me go? Please Owen?" I asked. He ignored me. So I stopped.
Some people say they feel disgust while getting raped. Others will say they went with it, or eventually felt pleasure. Me? I felt nothing. I was numb. I could feel everything he did. Every touch, but I felt nothing towards or against it. It meant nothing to me. I felt nothing.
He kissed up to my breasts, and slowly undid the straps. As he worked on slowly removing my bra, he started kissing my neck. I focused on the ceiling. The lines. The texture. That was until the pressure on my breasts was replaced by the cool air of the room. My nipples instantly hardened and I saw the gleam in his eye change as he watched them. I knew he thought they were the cause of him. Honestly? That couldn't be farther from the truth.
He started sucking on my breasts, as I focused again on the ceiling. My mind started wandering. Wandering towards Eli. Thinking about the date we were supposed to have. Instead now, I was with another guy. Technically speaking, of course. God, how much I cared for Eli. I wouldn't say that I loved him. I loved things about him but I don't really know if I can love someone in my line of work. For all I know I could be dead tomorrow. And I would never get the chance to find out if I could love him.
I worked on maintaining my focus on the ceiling, and on Eli, but Owen's actions were getting harder to completely ignore. He had started going lower with his kisses again. Moving in between my legs. I knew what was going to happen. There was nothing I could do about that.
I wasn't going to delude myself by saying I won't let it, because the truth was that I was going to be raped and I was helplessly tied here. I wanted to fight Owen but I knew that I can't now. I'm tied up. Owen is smart and wouldn't let me go. Maybe if I am compliant that they might choose to keep me longer, and that will give Eli, and everyone, more time to find me.
At least, I knew that my hymen was broken. It was broken when I was young, because I was very active in sports. So that would ease some of the pain that I was going to be feeling, either tonight or tomorrow. Or with my luck, both. Owen brought out a pocket knife, and flipped it open. He brought it up to my eyes so I could see it as he began to speak.
"Babe?" Owen asked. "Do you know what I can do to you with this?"
"Tell me." I stated, with heavy sarcasm. "I really want to know." He was dragging it down my side, along my hip.
"Okay. Hmm. Well." Owen smirked. "I am very crafty with a knife. But I don't think I should ruin such a voluptuous, seductive body as this one. I think we'll leave the scarring for later."
"Oh. Jee. Thanks." I laced the words, again, with heavy sarcasm.
He brought the knife under the edge of my panties that rested on my hip. He pulled the knife away from my hip until it ripped, and it was the slowest seconds of my life. He did the same thing with the other side, and pulled the scraps away and threw them onto the ground.
"Well. There isn't a need for pleasantries." He stated, taking his pants and boxers off.
"Thanks." I muttered. "Let's just get this over with."
I looked back up at the ceiling. I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want to see anything about him. Because then maybe I could keep some of my purity for myself. I cried out as he pushed in, not even giving me time to adjust. He just started pumping, so I squeezed my eyes closed and began to let my mind wander. It was pretty difficult to do, but I was able to manage it.
I don't really know why, but I've kept myself a virgin on purpose. It's not because of my religion either. It's just because I haven't had a significant boyfriend. The only one was K.C. and he broke up with me for his secretary, Jenna, because I wouldn't put out. I know I was busy with work a lot. Being an FBI agent, it's kind of hard for outsiders to know what it takes to be one.
Most just think we are choosing to be workaholics. It's really just a dedication to finding the criminals out there. Apparently, K.C.'s dedication was to sleeping with his secretary. Sad thing was, was that I was actually considering sleeping with him. If only he had given me more time. So I guess, I was just planning to wait for the right guy. The guy I haven't found yet. The guy who isn't Owen or Fitz.
Owen pumped, in and out, for a total of five minutes before he emptied himself in me. I wish I could say I was a person who was on birth control. I wish I could say that I was one of those storybook characters that didn't get pregnant, but I just don't know. I hope to God not, but I can't say that for sure.
It was painful for me, but it looked like Owen had a blast. This is what truly made me disgusted. Like I said before, it wasn't the fact that I was getting raped. I felt numb to that. I still do, but I feel disgusted to know that someone could get so much pleasure by forcing another person to do something they didn't want to do.
"Ah." Owen sighed. "You're a fucking natural, baby." He pulled out of me before continuing. "We are definitely going to be having some fun with you." He pulled up his pants and boxers. "I'll tell Fitz you need a rest. We'll let you sleep some. Give you a few hours to recuperate. Then we'll get to the good stuff. I mean we still have two more holes to deflower."
Owen's smile was slimy and disgusting before he left. He didn't say or even look at me after that smile. I just wanted out. I wanted out before I had to taste them. I refuse to let them anywhere near my mouth. My ass, may be, if it would keep me alive longer. I just refused to let them in my mouth. I think I'd rather risk biting their penises off, then allowing them to have their way with me.
