This is the last one of the darker chapters. WARNING though, because this contains rape.
I paced the room after another sleepless night.
He had left me for another night, tortured me in a way that I hadn't thought of before. The thought of what would happen to me had me on edge, even worse than what I had gone through the night before when I hadn't been able to even imagine anything that could break me.
That didn't take away from the fact that he had a plan and it would be set in motion today. And it made her heart beat faster, and her palms to become clammy with cold sweat. The fear that lived in her heart was worse than the fear when Hastings and Askari tortured her.
"Good morning Jennifer!" His voice sounded through the door before it unlocked and he walked in, followed by two burly men. I could feel the blood drain from my face at the sight of them, and he grinned at me in excitement. "I brought some friends who were willing to help me."
I gritted my teeth to keep myself from saying anything and waited.
"Sir, how do you want this?" One of the men asked. His eyes were glazed over with lust and I just wished that I could disappear.
"That's all up to you and Brent, Jesse. I can't control this part, sadly." He stared at me as Brent and Jesse closed in on me, both practically drooling as they took in every part of me.
"You're a coward, you know that?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. It stopped him in his tracks though, and he turned to glare at me. But then his whole demeanor changed and he chuckled while he walked out of the room.
The click of the door locking resounded in my ears as if it had been a gunshot and I realized that I was trapped with no way out.
Brent was the first to reach me and he wrapped his arms around me so tightly, it knocked the wind out of me. I struggled for air for a moment before I pushed against his chest but to no avail.
"You don't have to do this," I croaked out, my throat way too dry to even speak. I needed to try to stop this though, in any way that I could see how. "You really don't need to do any of this."
"Say, do you like your women to be able to talk or do you want to gag her?" Brent asked Jesse over my head, and Jesse chuckled. "Oh right, we can think of something to keep her quiet."
I gagged and closed my eyes as he pushed me onto the bed. There wasn't anything that I could do to stop them. They were both built like Derek Morgan and even though I had fought him and won once, I knew that I wouldn't be strong enough for the both of them. And even then, I was trapped in the room with them and the only thing knocking them out would do, was anger them.
One of them pulled my legs apart, while the other grabbed my wrists and pulled. I screamed in pain and in panic when I could feel Brent pulled off my jeans and panties in one hard movement, causing me to slide toward him. The only thing stopping me from falling off the bed was Jesse, who had my wrists in a lock hold.
The pain was too much though. When I tried to move my legs, Brent grunted and squeezed my thighs hard, pulling me back toward him, which caused Jesse to tighten his grip, and unbeknown to them hurt me even more.
When I blacked out, I welcomed the darkness with open arms.
"She can't do anything with that arm anyway. It's not like she can hurt you with it." When I came to, those were the first words I heard. The first thing I felt, was the pain between my legs. A lone tear slid down my cheek and I kept my eyes closed, hoping that I would black out again.
I just wasn't that lucky.
"You're right." It was Brent who spoke, and when I felt hands on me, on my thighs, on my chest, I opened my eyes and saw him climbing over me, that glint of lust had only intensified in the time that I had been out.
"Please, don't," I begged, my voice not much more than a whisper.
They were right about my broken wrist keeping me from using that arm, and they had been smart enough to tie my other arm to the bedpost. My legs, however, were free. I kicked Jesse in the chest and my foot hit hard against Brent's thigh. They were both momentarily stunned.
"We have a fighter!" Brent cackled, while Jesse grunted out, rubbing his chest before he leaned over me and slapped me hard. For a second I saw white dots, and I couldn't focus on anything.
"Fucking bitch," Jesse growled. "Teach her a lesson, Brent. Because if you don't, I will...again."
Brent looked down at me, and before I knew it his body covered mine and the force knocked the air our of my lungs. I gritted my teeth as I looked back at him. I wouldn't beg again, I wouldn't let him see my pain, or weaknesses. All I would show him, was my anger.
"Look at her, being all angry," Brent laughed in my face and pushed his lips against mine in a bruising kiss. He tasted like stale cigarettes and I gagged against his lips, my stomach revolting against everything that was happening.
When my body finally accepted the fact that there was nothing I could do to stop it, my mind was able to close off. I couldn't think about the best thing that happened in my life, but I could think of the things that would happen to the men who had tried, and succeeded, in breaking me.