Freedom -Negan-

Chapter 2

Pain from my right hand shot up my arm, waking me from my unwelcome nap. I was being hoisted by rope around my wrists that was digging into the cut on my right palm. A man grunted as my body lifted from the ground, hood still over my head. He raised me until my toes barely touched the floor. My boots must have been removed because I felt the hay and cool concrete underneath my bare feet. My jean jacket was gone as well, leaving me in my green cargo pants and black t-shirt. The cool fall air nipped at the exposed skin on my arms, causing me to shiver.

I stayed quiet as I heard other girls being brought in to be strung up like me. Men yelling as I heard the girls crying and screaming. I sat and listened carefully. I heard at least 6 distinct voices that I could easily differentiate – two being the man who slammed my head against the wall and the other one who whispered into my ear about rude awakenings – and some others that were too similar for me to be able to tell how many there were exactly. They were moving around us as the girls around me sobbed and begged for their lives as best as they could with their mouths gagged.

Poor girls. They've never been through this. most likely just strayed from their groups to be found by these men, unfortunately. I had a pretty good idea where this was heading, and these women would never be the same. Rage filled my belly at the thought.

It took a while for them to set us all up. The crying never stopped, but it was more hushed at this point. Once the men were happy with their set-up, someone cleared their throat.

"Welcome to our little getaway weekend." The man who had whispered in my ear yesterday spoke. He must be the leader. "You eight ladies have been lucky enough to be hand-picked for our entertainment. We men have been working hard and you're gonna show us a good fucking time." The men all laughed. "Get it? Fucking?" He gave a hearty laugh. "Well boys, take those hoods off and show off those pretty faces."

My hood was pulled off at his command and I looked around to see the surroundings. Eight of us were strung up by our wrists from one of the support beams. My nose was right in the place being a barn, but it no longer housed the farm animals that I knew growing up. No, taking their place were different types of animals.

I met the eyes of the man giving the disgusting speech. He was a short and stocky man with a beard and mustache that donned a dirt-covered face. He smirked and winked in my direction, making my stomach turn. I looked to the other men around him who were equally as dirty and grubby looking. I counted 15 men which made my chances of escaping slimmer and slimmer. Just need to play my cards right and I can get myself out.

The woman around me were in similar clothing situations as I was. One girl was only in a tank top and her underwear. The man closest to her was eyeing her like a starving man would look at Thanksgiving dinner. He was maybe 17 or 18 years old. Guessing it was his first time stringing woman up for pleasure.

"I'm gonna have my men remove your gags now, ladies. If you're good and keep your mouths shut, apart from screams of pleasure, you can keep them off." He took a moment to absorb the laughter from the other men, "But if you open your fucking mouth without being asked" He made direct eye contact with me. "We will have our way with those pretty mouths of yours."

The men who removed our hoods went behind us and untied our gags. I spit the blood that had built up in my mouth on the floor and stared straight down. I bit my lip to keep my mouth from saying anything while the man continued talking to us.

"Now, ladies, we men have been working very very hard these last few weeks and we have some pent-up stress that needs relieving today and tomorrow and the next day. As woman, you have a duty to help the men when we need –" He droned on and on. Basically, explaining that the men were going to rape us and we should feel grateful to be able to offer our bodies as gifts to these men. A girl two down from me started kicking and screaming. One of the men went over and hit her in the stomach so hard it made her vomit.

"No more outburst like that. I understand this is a little different than your normal romantic encounters, but we are not wild animals here. If you ladies say the word we will untie you and you can come willingly to our camp for us to enjoy you. If you resist, then you will have to stay here while we show you a good time. Any volunteers so far?"

All of us avoided his gaze and looked at the ground.

"Well then, that's okay. I just need to see the merchandise first before we get started." He nodded his head to the tall, burly man beside him who went over to the first girl. He grabbed her shirt by the collar with both hands and ripped it off, exposing her bra – to which the younger man standing next to her went behind and unclasped her bra and cut the straps with his knife so that it fell to the floor, revealing her breasts. The woman sobbed and just tried to look away from the men as they took in her naked upper body. The tall man went to grab her breasts when the leader came over and grabbed his hands.

"Remember the rules. I touch first before all of you disgusting pigs." The tall man lowered his hands and pouted before going to the next girl and ripping her shirt.

He made his way through two other women before getting to me. He grabbed the collar of my black t-shirt and I looked him dead in the eyes. "If you do this, you're going to be the first one I kill." I never broke eye contact with the man as he bellowed a laugh in my face and ripped my shirt, exposing my naked chest to everyone in the barn.

"She must have known this was happening. She's not even wearing a bra. She must really want it." The last bit he whispered in my left ear. He pulled back and I spat my bloody saliva in his face. He reeled back in disgust, wiped his face, and came back with a hard slap to my right cheek.

"Ben! You've already fucked up her face enough. Now I can only fuck her from behind looking like that." The leader spoke.

"Sorry Jimmy, she's just got a terrible mouth on her." Ben said.

"She'll be a fun one for sure, though." Jimmy winked at me.

I shot my head down to the floor as Ben glared at me before moving to the next girl. And down the line he went before walking back and standing next to Jimmy. The pair looked at all of us hungrily. The leader walked over to the first woman all the way to my right. She was still quietly sobbing, but that didn't stop the man from feeling her breasts and grabbing a fistful of hair before crushing his mouth to hers. She tried to fight him, but he had the advantage of her being tied up. He pulled back and pushed off of her and went to the next girl.

I kept my eyes on the floor, unable to watch what this man was doing. I mentally prepared myself for what was going to happen to me. He seemed to be just groping the other woman and shoving his disgusting tongue down their throat. I knew that wouldn't be the end, but I could at least handle that. He finished with the girl to my right and side-stepped in front of me.

He put his thumb on my chin and lifted my face. "You, hunny, are lucky number one." He smiled and roughly kissed my mouth. He grabbed my waist and spun me around so that my back was facing him. My heart dropped at the realization what he meant. He hooked his fingers in my waistband and pulled my pants down. "No panties, either, hmm." He pulled me close to him so that I could feel his arousal.

My jaw clenched and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "You're a bastard." My anger burned inside my core and words spilled from my mouth. "I'm going to kill you last so you can see all of your men die."

"Can someone put a gag on this bitch, please. She'll just have muffled screams." He said as he unbuckled his belt. I thrashed and yelled. But he just pulled my waist closer to keep me in place. The younger boy approached me with the cloth gag and I started screaming at him.

"You don't have to do this! You can still be a good man! You do this to these woman and you can never go back." I looked him in the eyes and for a second, he hesitated, but the larger man, Ben, shoved his arm and encouraged him to gag me.

"Gag this whore, Will. Watch and learn." The young boy put the cloth in my mouth and tied it behind my head. I stared at him while Jimmy loosened his grip a little to unzip his pants. In a movie, the hero would come in and save us all right at the last minute. But this isn't a movie.

No hero was coming for us.