Dana

Chapter Five

"Shut the fuck up and contain yourself," I heard Jared growl from the front.

The pervert withdrew his hand but not before fondling one of my breasts.

And then I faded out for most of the ride.

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I was floating.

No, I was swimming.

I was swimming against the fog that clouded my mind, trying to distinguish between what was real and what was a figment of my messed up mind.

So when the car jerked to a stop I couldn't tell whether it was in my head or what.

I felt myself being pulled out of the car.

"I have to be somewhere, you two know what to do," that was Jared speaking. I could tell. His voice was different.

The blindfold was ripped off of my eyes.

It was dark out.

Jared was gone. His men were looking down on me, one of them holding my arm tightly.

"Well Peeve, I don't know about you, but I think I'll have this little whore right now."

I was too out of it to comprehend his words, struggling to understand his meaning with my slow mind.

The blonde man came forward, his face blurred.

He knelt down before me and took my shirt in his fist, pulling it violently so it ripped from the neck down to my stomach.

"Are you sure, Stan? I mean, what if boss finds out?"

"Come on Peeve, don't be such a pussy, we'll fuck her then take her into the house and change her. No one will ever know."

Stan proceeded to ripping my jeans off, pulling them down roughly so I was left in my panties.

I could do nothing but shiver as the cold air hit my bare legs. He pushed me back harshly on the ground so I was on my back, small stones digging into my flesh.

He ran his callused hands over my legs and I felt his fingernails digging into my areolar tissue.

Just as he was about to take off my bra, I heard a scuffle and all of a sudden Stan wasn't kneeling before me.

I heard a grunt as he landed on the ground a couple of feet away, his head bleeding.

The man called Peeve was nowhere to be seen.

Two hands slipped under my arms and pulled me up. I sagged against his side, too weak to stand.

He held me at a distance by one arm and asked, "are you hurt?"

I shook my head slightly, looking at his face and coming across those green eyes.

He was angry.

We walked for a couple of minutes and I looked up to see a huge shape looming in the shadows of the night.

It was a mansion, that's all I could make out.

He took me in through a door on the side of the house and led me up a flight of stairs. I tripped multiple times; Jared didn't say anything, just kept pulling me along.

He stopped in front of a closed door in a hall on the second floor.

Turning the knob he opened the door and pushed me forward, coming in after me and closing the door.

It was a large room with a huge bed in the center. He pushed me down on the bed and walked over to a closet.

He came back to me, holding clothes in his hands.