The smell of a muggy motel room filled my senses as I inhaled, waking up from a disgusting dream. I felt cold, the room felt empty.
My eyes adjusted and I grew very unfamiliar with my surroundings. Muffling was exchanged on the other side of the room I was in. But my motel room was small.
I sat up, propping myself on my elbows on the bed.
"So just call him down here and tell him we got her. I guarantee he'll give it to us then." I heard a male voice speak.
"Yeah, he's right. Ash needs to owe us our amount or we'll just have to knock some sense into him and his little play mate." My heart rate increased. And I scolded myself when my first immediate thought for help was Ashton, not Luke.
I reached for my phone and felt the pocket to be empty. My heart dropped instantly. I couldn't contact anyone. I felt like I was literally about to die.
The door from the outside busted open and the loud rainfall was heard, but muffled closed once the door was shut, and three more men entered the room.
"What do we do?" One of them asked as he stood behind the two.
"We could do so much, if you want to get your ass kicked by a scrawny teenager." I pushed my back against the headboard and curled my knees up, trying to expose the least amount of my body as possible. The larger man in the front of the other two approached the bed and sat on the side, his fingers reaching out to me, my body froze, I couldn't process or move. His fingertips curled my hair.
"I'm willing to get a few scars if you are?" He turned back to his friends and my eyes physically widened.
To my luck, the man's, with my hair in his fingers, phone began to ring, and I let out the breath I had sucked in when he stood from next to me.
His whispered conversation concerned me because I heard frequent,"yeah we've got your girl," And," maybe we'll have some fun."
He removed his phone from his ear and shoved it back in his pocket with a large grimace, exposing his yellow teeth.
"He won't be here for a while, sweetheart. Didn't know if you cared, but your little boyfriend owes us a lot of money."
"He's not my boyfriend." I scolded, but immediately regretted it as the three men wheeled onto me, becoming closer.
"No? Then he won't get mad if I do this." The largest, reached behind my small back and smashed his sloppy lips onto mine, and the smell of alcohol reeked on his face, clothing, and lips. I tasted the most bitter taste of it.
As he pulled away, my face curved into a sour expression. But his smile only grew as his eyes travelled to my chest. His dry, cracking fingers curled around the neck on my shirt and pulled it down, my bra becoming exposed.
The two other began to chuckle as they backed away from the bed. My breathing increased as his hand on my back began to rub it. The two others reached into a cooler and opened two beers, cheering to the man groping me.
With a swift move he removed my shirt by my surprise. I screeched in pain as he did, I hated this. I feel dirty and I feel used.
"Shh, I'll take better care of you than Ashton ever did." His fingers caressed my cheek as my brows furrowed, terrified if what tonight will bring. My chest rising and falling fast. My heart rate increasing. My eyes wider than before. And in this moment, I was the most afraid.
"If Ashton's keeping you for this long, you've got to be good in bed. So let's just see how good you are." My back dropped into the mattress and the men began to whistle as he straddled my lap and removed his shirt, exposing his unfit torso.
