Chapter 16 Krista's POV
I was dragged into the house and they pushed me on to the living room couch.
"So honey where do you want to start, here," Cheq said, pointing to his lips, "or here." He then pointed to his crotch. I gave him a look of pure hatred. Jon had been handcuffed to the table and gagged. I had my hands bound together and I kept trying to pry them loose. Jon couldn't help me now and I sure couldn't help myself.
"Go fuck yourself!" I spat.
"Okay then I guess we'll get to the fun part real soon." He said. His friend smirked behind him. My eyes went wide and I shivered, terrified. These sick perverts probably didn't even know the meaning of love. His hand caressed my cheek and I pulled away.
"Aw don't act like that sweetheart or you might just end up like these." He pulled out his wallet and showed me pictures of the poor innocent girls he'd had before me. These girls though, they had cuts and bruises all across their bodies.
"Well I can't guarantee that you'll come out of this alive because I have orders to kill you but I can let it slide and lie to the boss if..."
"If what?" my voice faltered as I spoke. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch trying to put distance between me and him.
"If you become my sex toy."
"I'd rather die." I said fiercely.
"Then I guess we have to do things the hard way, right Dane?"
"Yeah." Dane kept that crooked grin on his face. Within seconds they were on me, I shrieked. Dane pinned my hands above my head as Cheq started to strip off my shirt, which he ripped to shreds. I twisted my legs together, so they couldn't go any farther but they didn't stop. I screamed and screamed but Cheq placed his lips to mine to silence me. I tried to pull away but Cheq held me in place as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I tried to kick him off but he pulled my legs apart so he was between them. I bit his tongue and he jerked back.
"Oh you'll pay for that bitch." Cheq said, threatening. I could see Jon looking away, his faced pained at the sight that he couldn't do anything. His hands slid from my face to my jeans button.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I heard Tristan say. I looked up and so did the guys.
"What do we have here? Tristan you want to join?" Cheq smirked, looking at me. I think I just died inside, my soul just giving in because I knew Tristan would say yes.
"I'd love to but I'd rather see you guys get your asses kicked. Hey Blue look what I found!" He shouted out the front door. I saw Blue walk in...I mean Calix. My heart soared. I'm saved!
"Get off of her you bastards! Your gonna pay!"
"Your one to talk but I think you don't understand your position. You see we outnumber you."
"And how's that?" Blue asked, completely furious.
"With this." He pulled the gun out of his back pocket and I flinched from remembering the pain it had once brought me.
"I doubt that." Blue had made it across the room before Cheq even had time to cock it. As Blue and Cheq wrestled for the gun, Tristan tackled Dane and he was soon handcuffed. All I could do was watch Blue and Cheq wrestle on the floor every second frightened me more than the next because of the danger it withheld. Any second could kill someone if the gun was accidentally fired. I wanted to get up but I was paralyzed with fear. I heard a gun shot fire and I turned to see a hole in the ceiling. That's when I bolted. I ran across the room to Jon and quickly undid the handcuffs.
