Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Terror

Trigger Warning

POV: Third Person

She woke up on the floor...in the locker room.

"Wake up, Kitten." Bryan encouraged, in a creepy tone.

Estella was coming to and she put her hand to her head as her eyes adjusted to the low light. The tile floor felt cold. Her sweater was gone, and so was her T-shirt. She looked down and only saw her bra and shorts. She gasped in shock and covered her chest with her arms, fearfully looking up-- realizing that two guys were standing over her, staring.

"Oh, I think she's starting to remember." Julian commented, with sick amusement in his voice.

"Where's my shirt? This isn't fucking funny! Give me my clothes now!" Estella shrieked at them.

"Trust me, Kitten. You look much prettier like this." Bryan drawled, suggestively.

"Fuck you, you fucking pervert!" She spat at him.

"That was kind of the plan." Julian piped up, with a sneer on his face.

Bryan grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet harshly.

"Let go! Don't you fucking touch me!" Estella shouted before punching him in the throat, which made Bryan cough and release his grip on her. She tried to run, but was pulled back by Julian from around her waist.

"No! Stop! Fuck!" She screamed, smacking his arms as angry tears started to fall.

Julian pushed her up against the lockers and held her arms tightly. She struggled, but his grip got tighter and her arms were screaming in pain.

"Let me go! That fucking hurts!" She demanded. "Stop! Please!" She began to whimper.

"Hey. Don't cry, little mamacita. You'll ruin your make-up." Julian cooed, like he was creepily trying to flirt.

Estella grimaced at him in disbelief.

"Just let me go. I won't say anything. Please." She pleaded with the predator still holding her against the cold metal. "I'll say it was all just a prank. I swear."

"Oh, you don't want to go anywhere..." Bryan jeered, finally catching his breath. "You're pretty fucking spicy though. I'll give you that, Kitten." He added, rubbing his tender throat.

Julian snickered at his friend, leering at her until his eyes fell to her throat. And like an animal, he bent down to start lapping and sucking at her skin in the crook of her neck, with his disgusting spongy tongue. Estella cringed and tried to struggle out of his grip.

"Mmm. Yeah...She really is." Drawled Julian.
"You want a try?" He offered to his smirking friend, who was clearly getting off on watching her humiliation.

Julian yanked Estella away from the locker and threw her to Bryan, who caught her in a strong grasp, holding her with her back to his chest.

"No...Just let me go." Estella cried, her body dropping in his arms.

"Don't worry, Kitten." Bryan cooed, mockingly, as he pulled her upright, and started nipping and sucking at her shoulders and up the side of her neck. "Your boyfriend already knows you're with us. I promised we'd be gentle with you. And if you do what we say, we might even give you back to him." He spoke in a vile, quiet, tone, continuing his unwanted assault on her neck, as Estella squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed silently.

"After tonight, she ain't gonna wanna go back." Julian quipped, with a look of intention.

"Fuck you! I'm not doing anything with you!" Estella seethed.