Nyefield University pt 2

Chapter 4

Charlie
I'm woken up by the door slamming against the wall, I'm struggling to open my eyes. We must of been up for a good couple of hours or so last night talking. Bring on today.

"Can't you let us have a fucking lie in just for once." Fuck sake Freddie.

"Maybe if you're all well behaved for a few days we will let you." That's my dad's voice, I can't see much from my position on the bench but maybe he's putting this plan in place. "I've got to go out today so you're in the hands of the boys. I do apologise, they aren't very civilised." Someone chuckles darkly, I assume it's one of the goons. Great, today is going to be horrible. I was hoping my dad would stop them somehow but I guess he has to keep up the facade.

"That's it, run along then." Jason pipes up now, he's going to try and test him now.

"Some of us have things to do, plans to make. Life of a mob boss, I'm sure you understand." Luckily neither of the twins says anymore. I'm silent as usual, I try not to antagonise my tormentors as much as I can. My dad then leaves the room, shutting us in with the psycho threesome. Footsteps move towards me and I twist my head to see CF2&4 nearing me.

"We've got a little surprise for you today Charlotte. I think you'll enjoy this one." I hear the door go again so I'm assuming CF3 has gone to get something. That's never a good sign when he doesn't want to use what's available in here. CF2&4 start to drag the bed that I'm on to the otherside of the room so both the twins can see me easily. Even the twins are quiet, probably worried they'll make whatever is about to be done to me worse if they try to interfere. One of the goons unties each of my legs in turn and spreads them much wider, to the point the feel like they'll pop out of the socket. Great, something big is probably going to be shoved up there today. CF2 kneels between my legs, he's brandishing a shiny scalpel... atleast it looks clean.

"Now today you're going to need to be nice and wet for us, because things are going to get a little 'handsy' today." I have no clue what this man is on about, normally he just gets on with whatever he wants to do, he's not one for talking. "Are you going to be a good girl today?" I nod my head meekly, if there is one thing I've learnt these two weeks, it's just easier to go along with it. He using two fingers he roughly stuffs them in my vagina and moves them around, he has no rhythm and isn't hitting any of the right spots. I try to move my hips to guide him in the right place but he doesn't like that. "Don't fucking move." And he slashes a line down my inner thigh with the scalpel, I clench my jaw hard so I don't scream. The tears start to form and I silently let them fall. The fact I have the smallest bit of hope we will get out of here is making everything so much worse. CF2 resumes his shitty fingering and is getting more and more frustrated that I'm not getting wetter. He rips his hand out of me and in a flash he's got my neck in his hand and the scalpel against my nipple. "You're meant to be enjoying this you fucking whore. Maybe I should just slice a nipple off everytime you don't cum for me? I'm here trying to be nice but you're so ungrateful." He moves the scalpel from my nipple to my stomach. "You're nothing but a fat dried up whore. I think I'm going to leave a reminder for everyone." And before I can say anything he starts to carve into my stomach with the blade. It's burning and feels like he's cutting me in half, the tears are coming hard and fast now and my lip is bleeding because I'm biting down on it so hard to stop me from screaming out. I'm sobbing as quietly as I can but it seems to just egg him on more, he's cutting deeper and slower, making this more and more painful. I can't take it anymore.

"Please stop, please, I can't cope. I'm sorry I'll do absolutely anything. Just stop." He laughs at me and continues his work.

"Don't worry, it's nearly over. You'll do anything anyway because you are just a stupid FAT WHORE." And as he shouts those last two words to me he slashes two lines across my stomach. My guesses would be he's carved fat whore into me and underlined it. My whole stomach is on fire and I can feel blood dripping down my sides. With any luck I'll just bleed out and this will be over. There's no going back from having something carved into you.