Deadly Games

[34] Surprise, Surprise

Solana
One More Chapter...

All that's going through my head right now at this moment is for Danny not to hurt me, hurt Michael or take us again.

I don't think I'll be able to relive it all again, nor do I think we'll be able to survive through hell again.

Michael's expression is frightening, but not as frightening as the burn of Danny's knife at my throat. I briefly close my eyes as his hand on my hair grips harder and then I shudder as he pulls my entire head back and sniffs deeply, inhaling as if he's getting high off of my scent.

Crazy, but it's so Danny.

"You've caused so much trouble, none of this would be happening if you were just a good, obedient girlfriend. But no, you always stuck your bitchy ways into my life, my popularity, my friendships and made me like this. I was determined to get you to behave, but taking you didn't work and I know exactly what really ruined it. I made the mistake of taking Michael and not killing him. I should've blew his fucking brains out that night I brought him in all tied up. Either that or sliced up his fucking throat." He seethes with so much hatred that I can feel it in me.

All of my hatred for him starts to flow back in and I try to resist from him, but then shriek as the knife starts to slice. I can feel droplets of blood starting to slide down my throat.

"Oh Solana, do you want to die so sooner? I wouldn't move if I were you. Let's all have a chat. How have you been these past six months? Let me guess... you live together, share a bedroom; so in that case you're probably fucking like rabbits am I right?" His grip on my hair tightens and Michael cracks the smallest smile possible for this situation.

"Come on, we're all adults here, I'm sure it's not rocket science what we do with our free time, but even so, I don't think that's any of your fucking business." Michael says to Danny, giving him the answer to set him off or at least to start him up. Danny chuckles darkly.

"None of my fucking business? I don't understand why it's not? I owned you two and you escaped, kind of like lost pets really, but I've finally found you myself and my reward... well, I want my reward to be two things." Danny says, his voice dropping to a deathly low whisper.

"I want... a taste of what use to be mine." He breathes and I start to feel sick as his hand holding my hair suddenly vanished, but then reappears on my thigh and trailing all the way up my body, up inside of Michael's flimsy shirt on me, slowly dragging it up along with his hand. I whimper now in fear and disgust as I don't want him touching me like this.

Actually, having him touching me like this now makes me regret that I ever let him have me like that once upon a time.

Once he gets to the top line of my panties, his hand disappears past the waistband and he starts to fondle the flesh between my legs. Michael looks sick as Danny speaks his next words.

"And you know what else I want? I want you, Jackson, to watch. Watch as I take advantage of what you think is yours. I'm going to fuck the shit out of Solana. She's going to fill in the void of Alicia since it is Solana's fault and all. Then after you watch me fuck your precious girlfriend you nearly died for, I'm going to kill her. Ideal death, right?" Danny laughs loudly and I cringe at how loud it is in my ear.

"You keep fucking touching her like that and I'll-"

"And you'll what? Take another step closer and get her killed?" He challenges and Michael has angrily stomped forward, causing Danny to drag me backwards and causing the knife to dig deeper into the skin of my throat. I uncomfortably clamp my legs shut, but it's no use as his hand is deeply buried in between them; doing what they want.