It's your fault

Chapter three: In an instant

I go to scream but this stranger covers my mouth with his hand. I struggle. He pulls me off of the bed, I hit the floor hard but the impact doesn't faze me. I kick him in the stomach and try to quickly crawl to the door. He grabs me by the ankle, pulling me back towards him. The rug burns me.

"Help!" I manage to scream out before he covers my mouth again. "Feisty little bitch!" He gets me to my feet. "Your boyfriends a fighter to, strong as shit!" He lifts me up, one hand on my mouth and the other around my stomach holding me up. I'm pressed against his body.

I kick, trying to get free. He heads for the front door. He flings it open and quickly drags me out. There's this black van he takes me over to. He opens the side door and throws me in. There are two guys in the back that grab me as soon as I get in. The other guy slams the door shut.

All I have on is some night shorts and one of Ethan's button down shirts. Each of the two guys hold me down. One holding my arms, and the other holding my legs. I kick over and over. when I hit one of them, they get angry and make their grip tighter.

I feel the van moving. It comes to an abrupt stop. The side door slides open and another man jumps in. He sits alone, watching me struggle. It's dark but I can still see him smirking. "Sit her up straight!" He commands. The two guys struggle to sit me up correctly. Their strength over comes mine.

I'm pressed against the side of the van, they hold me up. The boss guy scoots over towards me. He leans forward, looking into my eyes. I stay quiet. "You should stop fighting, it'll make everything easier for you and us."

"Fuck you!" I spit in his face. He moves quickly. Whipping the spit from his face, rushing towards me. He grips my face and my thigh. "You listen to me you little whore, this can be extremely painful for you if you keep this up. Either way me and my guys are going to have our way with you, do you understand?!"

Tears form in my eyes. I nod slowly. He loosens his grip on my face and thigh. His hand moves down my face to my chest. "Look boys, are little whore here is wearing her boyfriends shirt!" His hand cups my breast. I flinch at his touch. It makes him angry. "Hold her!" He demands. Their grip goes tighter.

He puts his hand under my shirt, gripping my breast. "Now look what you've done!" His face too close to mines. "You like this?" I turn my head. He caresses my breast. Squeezing my thigh. He kisses my neck. "Please-" I plead. "Stop." I tremble.

"The more you act like a bitch the more you get treated like one!" He looks deep into my eyes. He removed his hand from under my shirt. It goes down to my thighs. He slips his hand under my loose shorts. I flinch. "No!" I inhale. He stops. "I can wait until we get back, when we have an actual bed!" My thoughts fly all over.

He backs away from me, sitting back. Staring at me. His gaze goes from my eyes to my chest then down between my legs, as if he's imagining.

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We've been driving for a while now. "Where's my boyfriend?" I look at the main guy. "He'll be there don't worry, it's you we want he's just an extra." He speaks of my boyfriend as if he's and object.

"Did you hurt him?" My breathing deepens. He shifts in his seat. "Not much, he's a strong boy." Ethan is really strong, usually guys never try and mess with him just cause of his appearance. He's very intimidating, even though he's not that huge like a body builder. His body is more like Channing Tatum.

There's silence. It's broken by the main guy. "How long has he been fucking you?" I ignore him. He kicks my foot. "I'm talking to you!" I look over at him. "We've been together for three years."

"That's not what I asked you, how long has he been fucking you?" I put my head down. "I don't know."

"Well how long did you make him wait before he fucked you?" He rephrases. "A month." He laughs. "I knew you were a hoe." I turn my head. He keeps talking. "When he fucks you, is it good?"

"That's none of your business!"
"True but I wanna know if I have any competition." I grow sick at the thought. "Fuck you!" I blurt. Looking him straight in the eyes. "Oh I will!" He licks his lower lip. "Me and my friends." He adds. I wonder what he has in store for me, and Ethan.

Finally the car stops. Someone flings the door open. It's the same guy that pulled me out of the room. As I squint trying to refocus my eyes I feel a sharp pain in my neck. My vision goes blurry. The last thing I remember is guys surrounding me in the van.

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