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☆Kyara☆
I turn back to the room and try to find a way out of this shed of doom, and wouldn't you know it, there's another fucking door at the back! I see a bag and rummage through it finding shorts and a top, and as quickly as I can I put it on and check the window to see they're still fighting.
Grabbing a metal pole-looking thing, I shove it through the handle of the door and between a shelf and the wall, that way when they try to open it, it will hopefully take them longer to get in, and then I go for the other door. I push and push, and it budges the tiniest fraction each time, but it's taking too long and making me jar all my injuries that I feel like I've been hit with a sledgehammer.
I smash into it harder, biting my tongue to stop from crying out in pain and when there's enough of a gap to squeeze through, I squeeze through, snagging my hip on a fucking rusty nail. I smash the door shut which was fucking easier than opening it, and run as fast as I can in my current state, which isn't fast, but I can use the trees and bushes as cover. Maybe climbing one and hiding out of sight will have to be my plan though, and it will help me figure out where the fuck I am. I haven't gotten far when I hear the dreadful sound.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!" That was Jace and he sounds close. My heart is pumping, my adrenaline is skyrocketing, I'm terrified, I have no clue where I am, and my mind wanders to Stacy and Sarra, hoping they're OK. I have to fight to save myself and that thought gives me new strength to push on.
I look behind me, squinting into the darkness to see if either of them is on my trail yet, but don't see anything. I look forward just in time to swerve around the tree I was about to crash into, and don't see the fist coming at me until it's too late.
My nose crunches on Impact, swelling my eyes shut even more, and I hit my head first on the tree and then the ground. I feel the blood dripping out of my nose and from the wounds I now have on my head.
"Stop running away from me! You're mine. No one else can have you. No one else would want you anyway! Do you think that man whore actually likes you? You're just a fuck for him, I saw him with some stripper yesterday. I'm saving you from being hurt. Now that you've given yourself to him, he's bored and doesn't care -" He sneers, and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Liar!" I breathe out, doing everything I can to stay conscious.
"Oh, thank fuck… This is what happens when you fight me! Move and let me have her before something else gets in the way." Jack grumbles, coming into view behind Jace, sporting a black eye of his own.
"Really? I never knew you liked them semi-unconscious. But if that gets you off. Whatever. Just hurry the fuck up." Jace moves and Jack moves in between my legs.
I jab him in the throat, making him choke, and while he's doing that I try to crawl backward to get away, but he yanks my legs and pulls me down, as Jace slaps me, causing pain to explode over my face. As I cup my nose which is really throbbing in pain, and still bleeding, Jack starts ripping at the clothes.
I go to jab him in the eyes but Jace intercepts by grabbing my wrist, then keeping hold of it, he grabs my other one that was aiming for his face and starts helping him undress me. The adrenaline starts kicking in again, and I start bucking and rolling my body. Anything to make them lose their hold on me.
But two against one, and beaten, I was bound to lose. Jace grabs my wrists and pins them to the floor above my head with a growl, as Jack finishes ripping the shorts off of me, forces my thighs apart and moves in between my legs. He frees himself and rubs the tip of his dick over my entrance and I'm starting to see red.
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My Dirty Sinner
Romance⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ Please be aware that there are mentions of murder, abuse, torture, rape. Read at your own risk! Contents suitable for +18 very mature with BDSM ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Things with Jace started out great. he was cha...