CHAPTER 61
LILY’S POV
~This was exactly what landed Allison, my cellmate in prison she killed a drunkard who tried to force himself on her by ruining his balls and marring him beyond recognition with a screwdriver. Being faced with a similar situation now, I couldn’t blame her. In fact, she did a great job giving that monster the death punishment he deserved. And I was prepared to do the same to these two filthy bastards. ~
The only problem now was that I had no weapon on me to kill them; no gun, no knife or even pepper spray and I wasn’t on heels. Heels were deadly weapons especially when used on the neck or head. I could have easily improvised with it but I was on a pair of white sneakers I had managed to find while scrambling for things to wear at Noah’s place.
In this type of situation, close hand-to-hand combat wasn’t advisable. They had the number advantage and were tall and like thrice my size. Even if it were possible, I wasn’t so skilled at it. I could only throw a few punches and land a few kicks. I was better at handling weapons and improvising, capable of turning almost anything into a tool for defence as long as my survival depended on it.
And I can’t make a run for it as I was trapped in between the two of them. Judging from their long legs and powerful builds, plus the predatory gleam in their eyes, they’ll surely catch up with me in a heartbeat if I attempt to flee and might worsen whatever torment they’ll want to inflict on me.
Having weighed my options and realized they were limited, I felt helpless, not knowing what to do. I can’t let them do this to me. I haven’t experienced this before much less from two men. What if I pass out or die in the process? What if they are infected with some deadly STD or UTI?
I tried to control my breathing, steading the thumping of my heart in my chest and holding back the whimpers threatening to escape. My vision was becoming blurry because of the tears forming in my eyes but I blinked it away, maintaining my tough demeanour as the bastard’s filthy hand roamed the expanse of my neck and shoulder. I didn’t want them to see me breaking apart. I can’t give them that satisfaction.
“You’re so hot, baby girl,” he leered as his dirty gaze settled on my bust area. “We’re so going to enjoy fucking the shit out of you.”
He groped my left breast and gave my nipple a hard twist and pull that made me bare my teeth to hold back a groan.
With all the anger brewing like a storm inside me, I swung my hand forward and threw him a hard punch that made his face whip sharply to the side.
“Get your filthy fingers off me and don’t you ever in your miserable life call me baby girl,” I spat with unbridled rage.
My knuckles throbbed from the force of the punch, but in the heat of the moment, I barely felt the pain. I knew I’d likely end up with a bruise or worse, a cracked bone but right now, I really didn’t care.
I heard the other one behind me growl like a provoked beast. Before I could make a move, he grabbed my hands and wrenched them back, caging them behind me, immobilizing me and causing me to yelp out in pain.
“Let me go you fucking bastard…” I seethed and thrashed around in his grip. But the more I struggled, the more the pain intensified. I was afraid I might end up spraining my elbows or shoulders so I stopped.
The one I punched stayed in that position for some time as if replaying the incident over and over again in his head. Blood formed on his lips and his eyes widened in a somewhat playful shock. He had this wild eccentric look on his face like one possessed by an evil spirit.
“For a baby girl I must say you hit pretty hard,” he said as he strengthened himself up and spat out blood, an evil smirk forming on his face.
“Rot in hell, you pathetic filth of a man,” I sneered, my voice dripping with venom. “If you think forcing yourselves on helpless women is an achievement then you two are the most disgusting things to ever walk the face of earth. How would you feel if someone else was doing this to your sister or mo…”
My sentence was cut off as I was silenced with a slap, unlike anything I had ever felt before on my right cheek. No one had ever hit me in the face like that before not even while I was in prison. The impact sent an electrifying sting across my face, blurring my vision and making my head spin, the sound of a deafening ringing filling my right ear. Noah had mentioned I suffered a temporary concussion from that accident yesterday. I was certain this slap would make it worse.
“Hold her tight,” I heard his ruthlessly hardened voice echo in my head. “We’re going to teach this bitch a lesson she’ll never forget…”
The one holding my hands added a brutal pressure, holding my hands so tight against my back the bones and muscles there screamed out in a painful protest as I cried out in agony.
Bloodshot eyes started ripping my shirt off my body. I wanted to resist but I was so weakened from his slap I couldn’t do anything. I was yet to recover from the devastating impact. And my twisted arms weren’t making it any easier. Any little movement I made only intensified the pain and discomfort in my joints.
Bloodshot eyes dug his face into the base of my neck like a vampire aiming to draw out blood. His movement and kisses were impatient, aggressive and disgusting, making my stomach churn as I felt like throwing my guts out.
He pulled away slightly, breathing hard like an unsatisfied greedy breast. I looked away, grimacing in disgust. But he grabbed me by the cheeks, his fingers digging painfully into my skin and forcing me to meet his gaze, his hot foul breath clashing on my face.
“You’re going to enjoy this and take in our cocks like the obedient baby girl that you are. Do you understand?” He growled, his voice laced with cruel dominance.
I didn’t respond to his sickening demand as I closed my eyes tightly amid the pain searing in my jaw as he held it, telling myself this can’t be happening. Telling myself I can’t let this happen. I can’t let them have their way with me.
“Do you understand?” He lashed out impatiently, tightening his grip on my cheeks and angling my jaw and neck in a very painful uncomfortable position.
“Yes…” my voice barely sounded as I nodded desperately, tears rolling down my cheeks from the corners of my eyes. Anything to be free of this pain. To be free of him.
To hell with them if they think I’m ever going to comply. If I get hold of their cocks whether in my hands or teeth, I swear I’ll rip it off from in between their legs. Let’s see how they manage to live their lives without it or force themselves on anyone after that.
As he reached for my flimsy bra and tried to rip it off my chest, I utilized that opportunity he was distracted and mustered the strength to drive my knee into his crouch.
His fingers fell off my chest as he backed away instinctively, grabbing his crouch and squealing like a dying rat from the impact of the kick.
Gathering all my strength, I stomped onto the foot of the one holding me. He held back a groan and his grip on me faltered a bit. I threw my head back, connecting it with his face. He growled in frustration and his grip loosened completely.
I tried to make a run for it, but a sharp sting shot through my head, making my vision blur and stopping my intended move. My steps staggered as I winced in pain. It must have been from that slap Bloodshot Eyes gave me. Before I could get hold of myself and regain my footing, a hand grabbed my hair with a ferocious yank, pulling me back and slamming my body against the bonnet of the car.
“We wanted to go easy on you but you have proven to be a stubborn slut and we’ll punish you for that,” he said with a snarl as he grabbed the back of my neck.
He forcefully pinned me down against the car’s bonnet and arched my hips, aggressively pulling me into his cruel dominance. Hot exultant tears made my eyes feel like they were going to fall out as he began pulling down my pants.
Even in my weakened state, I tried to resist, but the other man pinned me against the bonnet, his hands pressing my face and back down, leaving me barely able to move.
“Take it bitch!” the one that had my behind clamped against his lower growled, his grip and venom in his word punctuating sheer brutality. “If you can be a good girl and stop struggling, then maybe you’ll enjoy it as much as we will.”
I heard the chinking of metal as he unbuckled his belt and undid his zip, taking off his pants. In a flash, he tore off my underwear without even trying. He massaged his length vigorously to prep it as I heard a series of slurping sounds before he nudged it into my helpless core. He adjusted his lower and spread my ass, about to drive in when I heard a vicious voice from behind me.