His Little Ruin

36|Quinn Thatcher

36|Quinn Thatcher

My body was shaking as I lay on the cold floor. My eyes opening slowly hoping no one was around only to be betrayed from seeing all of those men laying naked around me

My small body is in the middle of their huge structures. Droplets of water are heard from not too far away as the sound of cars outside sing to my ears

Oh how I miss the sound of the birds on the way to work and the sunlight hitting my face as I breathe in the smell of coffee.  Shutting my eyes I picture myself in a sundress walking down the street with Estella and Avery by my side as we go to the coffee shop

One thing about Estella is she loves her coffee. A rough voice scares me right out of my little dream and I hop back almost waking one of the men

    Lifting my head up, tears fill as they try to escape my hickory eyes. He reaches for something in his pocket causing my heart to beat out of control. I feel as though he's about to finish me right here

On this dirty floor. This cold floor. This floor has a bunch of men's sweat and kids on it. My blood on it. Looking up at Dalton I examine his every movement as he bends down to be at my level and dips the rag into a bucket of soap and water

Is he cleaning me?. My tear stained cheeks began to grow warm and I'm getting embarrassed. I kept going in and out of conscious and didn't even realize what had happened to me a second time in a day

They raped me again

He drags the rag down my body and once he cuffs it around my clit I bite my lip trying to contain a sound that wants to come out but I can't so I replace it with a small whimper

He literally kidnapped me and I'm liking his hands on my folds. Biting my lip I contain myself as he goes to the back and comes back up

But again I've done worse than this. The room began to get hot. His body tense. My body convulsed under his touch. It's like he has control over me. Like my body belongs to him

Rolling my neck around I throw my head back, my mouth parting with the movement. Taking my hand I wrap it around his wrist and start to ride it out. I feel his other hand grab the back of my head balling my hair in his hand

My head lifts back up so that I'm now staring into pitch black eyes. His nose was flaring and his teeth were grinding together. I should be mad. I'm riding one of my kidnappers' hands. That makes me insane

"If you're thinking I'm crazy you should ask the dead bodies I've had sex next to."

He quickened the pace as I let out a few low moans only he could hear and that's when he removed his hand from inside of me and wiped it off on the rag. I scoff at his actions and bite my lip out of frustration

He teased me. I needed to feel that. I crave it

"So gorgeous,where's your father?. I'd answer this truthfully if I were you",he tilted his head to the side referring to all of the big men in the room

He would wake them up if I lied. But the thing is I don't know where he is. That's the truth. Lip quivering I suck it in and drop my head to the floor defeated. There's no way out of this. I tell the truth and they would think it's a lie. Never believing me

A finger touched the bottom of my chin and slowly lifted it up,"Look up at me through those pretty little eyes,gorgeous",he grinned at me as he studied my eyes

My eyes weren't anything special. They were just blue. Trait from my mother. Though I wish I had her hair. Letting go of my chin he let his arm sit at his side as he just licked his lips staring at me