FUCKED.

21

CHLOE'S POV

Iris dragged me back to the room where Travis was held captive, the coldness in his eyes sending a shiver down my spine. He flung me onto the mattress with a force that made me wince. My clothes were already torn from earlier struggles, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Iris, with his menacing presence, climbed on top of me, his hands rough and unrelenting. His lips were on mine, kissing me harshly, his tongue invading my mouth with an aggression that left me gasping for breath.

"IRIS, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS," I begged, my voice trembling as I struggled beneath him. He paid no heed, his focus solely on his sadistic pleasure. His hands gripped my braids, pulling painfully, and his movements became more violent. I could barely keep up with his actions as he flipped me onto my stomach and slapped my ass with a force that stung. Tears streamed down my face as he fingered me, the pain sharp and invasive.

His lips found their way to my entrance, biting and suckling in a way that made me scream in agony. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, he thrust into me with brutal force, his cock impaling me with an intensity that made me cry out. The pain was unbearable, my body a battleground of agony and violation. He switched to my anus, his thrusts relentless, and the pain was excruciating. The constant assault, the slaps on my ass, and his grunts only intensified my suffering.

His grip tightened on my breasts as he shoved them into his mouth, his teeth grazing and biting. Each thrust was harder, each movement more brutal. When he was about to climax, he smashed my head against the wall, a flash of white pain exploding in my vision. I could no longer scream or plead; exhaustion and pain overwhelmed me, and I collapsed onto the mattress, my body limp and broken.

TRAVIS'S POV

Watching from the confines of my bindings, every thrust of Kassif into Chloe was a dagger to my heart. I felt utterly helpless, bound and gagged, unable to intervene or stop the vile acts perpetrated against the woman I loved. Her screams pierced the air, and Kassif's grunts were a sickening backdrop to the horror unfolding before me. I was immobilized, and the ropes cut into my skin as I struggled against them in vain.

The sounds of Chloe's suffering and Kassif's depraved pleasure were overwhelming. The violence and cruelty seemed endless. When the brutal acts finally ceased, a chilling silence filled the room. I dared to lift my head and was met with a horrifying sight. Chloe's head had been smashed against the wall, blood smeared across the surface, and her body lay lifeless on the mattress.

"WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO, YOU FOOL?" I shouted, my voice raw with anger and desperation. Kassif turned to me, his expression a twisted smile of satisfaction.

"I didn't mean it. She's not dead, right? I—I didn't do anything wrong," he stammered, his eyes darting around as if trying to convince himself. He paced back and forth, muttering incoherently.

"You HIT HER HEAD ON THE WALL, KASSIF!" I roared, my rage palpable. The ropes binding me were infuriatingly tight, and despite my efforts, I couldn't free myself. Kassif's madness became increasingly apparent as he questioned whether Chloe had truly left him, reflecting on past betrayals and lost loves.

"I didn't get to talk," he continued, his voice wavering. Just then, I felt a sharp pain in my thigh as Kassif shot me with a cruel smirk. Before I could react, two policemen burst into the room, their presence a sudden relief amidst the chaos. They quickly apprehended Kassif, while another officer began to untie me.

Without waiting for further instructions, I rushed to Chloe's side, cradling her in my arms. Her pulse was faint, and panic surged through me as I pleaded with the police for immediate assistance.

"Take us to the nearest hospital, please!" I begged. The officer nodded, guiding us to his car. The ride felt like an eternity, every second stretching painfully as we sped towards the hospital. When we arrived, I carried Chloe inside, shouting for a doctor. Nurses arrived with a stretcher, and they swiftly moved Chloe into the emergency unit. I was left outside, helpless and anxious, as they worked to stabilize her.

The pain in my thighs was excruciating, but my concern for Chloe overshadowed it. I was about to head to the cafeteria when someone pulled me back. I turned to see Sapphire, her face pale and filled with concern.

"He did it, didn't he?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, pulling her into a tight embrace. Her tears wet my shoulder as she asked if Chloe would be okay. I nodded again, trying to offer reassurance despite the uncertainty.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked.

"I tracked your phone, your car, and Chloe's iPad," Sapphire explained. Her determination and resourcefulness were evident.

"That's why you're the crazy one," I said, managing a weak smile. Before I could say more, Hunter arrived, his face bruised and his knuckles swollen. Sapphire rushed into his arms, her emotional outburst a stark contrast to the grim situation.

"You scared the life out of me, Hunter. Are you okay? Tell me what happened," Sapphire's voice cracked with emotion. Hunter, clearly unsure of how to comfort her, looked to me for help. I shrugged, leaving it to him to address her concerns.

"I'm so sorry, Hunter. It's my hormones. I'm just—" Sapphire began, hugging Hunter tighter.

"What do you mean, 'it's your hormones'?" Hunter asked, looking at her with confusion.

Sapphire pulled away slightly, her smile bittersweet. "Well, I've got a bun in the oven, Hunt," she said, her hand resting on her stomach.

Hunter's reaction was a mix of shock and disbelief, though he tried to hide it. My head was spinning from the whirlwind of events, and I started to feel woozy and dizzy. Sapphire's voice grew distant as I drifted into unconsciousness, unable to keep my eyes open.

I woke up in a hospital bed, my body aching with pain, particularly in my thighs. The sight of Chloe's suffering haunted me, and the urgency to see her drove me to remove the cords attaching me to the bed. A brunette nurse entered, her expression a mix of concern and irritation as she stopped me.

"YOU SIR, ARE ON THREE WEEKS BED REST. YOUR FRIENDS GAVE ME PERMISSION TO GIVE YOU SLEEPING PILLS IN CASE YOU WERE BEING TOO STUBBORN, AND I CAN SEE THAT," she scolded, her voice firm. She left the room, leaving me feeling frustrated and helpless.

I searched for my phone, realizing it was on a nearby couch just out of reach. The helplessness of the situation and the pain in my body made me feel utterly defeated. I could only hope for Chloe's recovery and wish that my own condition would improve soon.