Thoughtless Bet - Chenford

Crashing Towers

Sirens wailed behind West's and Bradford's shop, blaring around the city's busy streets as they made way to the apartment.

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Lucy cried, her sobs muffled as Anderson shoved his palm to her lips.

"Shut the hell up," Max grunted, tugging at the string on Lucy's robe. There were still a few patches of dried soap on her shoulders, having been rushed out of the bathroom when she heard Max break in.

"Please!" Lucy cried, trying her hardest to push him off her.

"Get up." Max barked.

Lucy did as told, her body suddenly so small against his. She turned her head, squeezing her eyes shut and crinkling her eyebrows.

Max turned her around, his hands now on her shoulders. He leaned back slightly, staring at her ass as she sniffled.

"It's a shame you can't be awake for this," Max sighed with a slight smirk, narrowing his eyes. His arm suddenly slithered around her thin neck. Lucy gasped for air, scratching at his arm. Eventually she gave out, hr nails having dug into his arms.

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Lucy eyes opened, agony immediately taking over. Max was pounding himself into her, his hands pulling at her hair to the point where she could feel them coming off her scalp.

She moaned and screamed, cried, yelled, turning her body around, but she felt weak. Too weak.

What the hell did he give me?

She scurried to the pillows of the bed, covering her naked body under the dusty, white covers. She was trembling. Her arms had goosebumps, her cheeks were stained with tears, and her hair was frizzy.

Max rolled his eyes, walking over to her. He only wore his jeans, them unbuttoned. He grabbed Chen's arm, wrapping his fingers and squeezing tightly. Her body was dragged out of the bed, and she just groaned and whines, knowing there was no point in struggling. He was too strong, and she was too weak.

Anderson smirked toward the black device, the camera, and Lucy suddenly knew that her future would never be the same.

Whether he kills me, or lets me go, I'll never forgive myself. I shouldn't have been this stupid.

Lucy was now on her knees, mumbling and her eyes fluttering. She begged with her eyes, sniffling and trying her hardest to stay quiet.

Max grabbed at the back of Lucy's head, shoving her close to himself.

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"We can't wait for cavalry, she could be drugged, or dead for God's sake!" Tim shouted, running to the apartment's entrance. West and Bradford ran past a few tenants, making their way through each hallway.

Sirens began to sound through the halls, a few curious doors opening.

"Once he hears the sirens he's gonna bolt," Jackson husked, fun in hand as they shuffled up the metal stairs. Timothy nodded, agreeing.

"We need officers at each exit, and each staircase." Tim whispered into his radio, stepping slowly.

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"Shit." Max muttered, throwing Lucy's head against the wall beside them. He quickly buttoned and zipped his jeans, scurrying to the side table to grab his camera.

That little device could ruin Lucy's career, her life. Max himself already has.

Lucy didn't dare to cry, not this time. Her hand was trembling as she brought it to her face, covering her mouth in disgust. She felt as though she was going to vomit that same minute.