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Chapter Eight

When I come too Nobody is on top of me anymore. My mouth was dry and hair clung to my face due to sweat. There was fresh seaman in between my legs and I assumed he must have just finished. My body was dirty, but that doesn't compare to how I feel on the inside. From the distance I hear arguing but I couldn't see were anyone was.

"I said fuck the little bitch not kill her." A guy fusses keeping his voice low.

Skitter hadn't killed me yet, but I wish he had. I don't want to face myself and the feeling of somehow being promiscuous. If I had never gone to that grocery store everyone would be okay. Tom would be alive, Malinda would be the same nagging bitch, and Ivor would be the only one. Tears filled my eyes but I wouldn't let them fall, at least not in front of the enemy.

"She's just unconscious like the guy on the couch." I assume this was Skitter talking.

My heart thudded against my chest. Tom was alive? If this wasn't some trick, I hope he has gone and warned the others. Help would come but maybe to late for me. The feeling of dying hadn't settled in yet, but it hung over my head like a balloon.

"Glad to see your still with us." Jack says standing over me like a tower. "Up for a little field trip?"

Yanking me up my knees I felt weak but I forced them to work. The disgusting way Skitter looked at me before smiling, made my skin crawl. Rummaging through each drawer like a lunatic, Skitter pulls out a pair of black shorts and one of Ivor's shirts. Tossing it over to me I didn't put it on. He looks at me in confusion.

"I need a bra and new underwear." I say and it was morbid seeing him get flustered.

Scrambling to get dressed I ignored the degrading comments. I tried thinking about various ways to get Jack's pistol away from him but I was outnumbered. If I fucked up that was it, my brains would be matted against the wall like vomit. I was angry and felt weak all around. There was to many of them and not enough of me.

Holding on to each side of me all three of us walked down the: grand staircase of death. Just before entering the living room Jack holds onto his pistol and places it under my face.

"Alright cunt," he snarls. "Same rules apply: make any sudden moves I'm going to shoot, start lying I'm going to punch your perfect teeth out-then shoot , disobey or sass mouth I'll really do something you'll never forget."

"Say you understand." Skitter digs his long nails into my arm causing me to wince. "Say it bitch."

"I understand." I half to hold back my anger.

Shoving me through the living room I see: Ivor, Malinda, and Tom hanging from hooks placed on the wall. All there hands were bound and so were there feet. My heart sank and fear took it course again. Irwin was admiring his hanging baits and Rex was lurking in a far corner. I turn around and see Jack point his gun at the back of my head.

"I knew you were going to be a tough one." Irwin states looking at me. "You know Letty there's nothing worse than a liar."

The room went still and the boys agreed. I felt the worst about to happen, everything began to ache. All that kept repeating in my head were Jack's rules. Only this time I knew I wasn't playing a game of ones, I was playing for four. There was no time for being haste, daring, or selfish. I had to be smart, obedient, and used.

Walking over to me panic settled in and I fought the urge to run. Grabbing a fist full of my hair Irwin dragged me to the center of the room. Yelling at me to get down on my knees and kneel before him. I did what was asked.

"Tell me I'm your God!" He screams at me yanking my hair even harder.

"Y-your God." I stuttered through the pain.

"That's not good enough!" He gets even louder and smacks me in the face hard.

"Your God!" My teeth feel lose but I scream it even louder anyways.

"Verbatim bitch!" He smacks me in the face again.

"You are my God!" I say and Rex laughs so hard he sits down on the sofa.

"That's right bitch, I am God." He turns to everyone and screams. "I am everyone's God, we decide who lives and dies in this room, you will do everything and anything we say and if you are worthy of mercy then we'll give it."

Yanking me up he forces me to look at everyone. I notice Malinda is the only one with her mouth taped and all of her lavished jewelry was missing. Ivor had a bruise rising on his skin and I couldn't even look at him. I didn't want to look at any of them. This is all my fault everything was my fault. I wanted nothing more for this to not be happening.

"Tell me which one your with." He says grip loosing. "Or are you fucking both of them?"

"She's with the black haired one." Rex spits out.

"Is that right," Irwin looks at Ivor. "You have a sharp eye son, Jack throw me your pistol."

With perfect accuracy he catches and then points at Ivor. I couldn't stop myself before I blurted whatever came to mind.

"No please." I began to beg. "I'll do anything you want, please just don't hurt them."

"Damn right you will," Irwin smiles before addressing Ivor. "Now that's a devoted bitch, say I'll make you a deal, Jack sit in any spot in the room."

Jack picks the armor chair to the left of the room and moves it front and center. He sits down with this condescending confidence in his eyes as he admires a horror story. Irwin looks at me and flashes a row of dirty teeth. I knew what was going to happen I just wanted it to be quick.

"I want you to admire how dirty your girl can be." He says to Ivor. "See my friends and her hand a little fun while ya'll we're gone, but Jack hadn't quite gotten his turn yet."

Tom looks away from me and whispers over to Malinda to close her eyes.

"Strip." Irwin tell me and I do it.

I do everything and I pleased everyone. Irwin forced Ivor to watch as I got on top of Jack and let him inside. I fulfilled another mans pleasures and sold myself. The dirty things I was forced to say: I said them, the things I was instructed to do: I did them, and the pain of the moment: I felt it. What happened next was hard to get through and accept. This has only happened ounce with Ivor and I feel ashamed that this time wasn't also by him;I had an orgasm.

Malinda began to whale loudly and I was left getting felt up like a whore. I can only move when Jack was done, those were the rules. Rex rips the tape from off Malinda's mouth and gets into her face.

"Excuse me," he says In genuine disgust. "Why the fuck are you crying?"

"Because," she sniffles snot falling from her nose. "I don't want to go next."

Rex laughs so hard he slaps his knees and Skitter follows scraping his yellow nails deep into his skin.

"Nobody is going to touch yer' ass." He laughs again getting completely winded.

"You ain't anyone's type besides that guy." He pointed over to Tom and laughs again. "What you need to be worried about is your friend fucking up, otherwise a bullet is goin' straight in your skull."

Pushing me off him I put my cloths back on. He finishes a beer Irwin had gotten him during our second round and Jack finishes it off.

"Grabs some shoes." Skitter says looking at the clock on the wall and then looking back at me. "We're going for a walk."

Putting on my Clog's and fastening the backs I walk to the door. The pain I feel in between my legs is almost unbearable but I try my best to walk straight.

"You pull any slick shit girly and you'll be sorry." Skitter says. "We walk together no lagging or fastening you got it?"

"Yes." I say and we head outside.

"Yes what?" He commands.

"Yes Daddy-O." I say and a smug look appears on his face.

"Let's go."