Kian POV
(3:00 am)
I untangled myself from Jasmines arms, and tiptoed downstairs. I opened the front door to 6 guns pointed at my head. I smiled smugly,
"It's just me guys."
6 dark figures stepped out into the light and lowered the guns.
"Just the guy we needed to see."
"You got our stuff white boy?"
"Uh it's inside."
"Well, what the fuck are we doing out here? Let's go inside."
"I think it's better if you guys stay out..."
"Nah fam we coming in da house."
And just like that they broke down our door.
"Shit shit shit this is a NEW HOUSE!"
I lowered my voice, remembering that it was 3 in the morning.
"Can't you guys fucking keep it down a bit?"
Another guy knocked over a vase. I winced. Then flinched.
"SHIT!" Stay calm Kian. "Your stuff is in the kitchen jesus christ shut the fuck up before she wakes up!"
"She? I thought your gay ass lived with three other guys."
"They're uh not here... right now."
"He gets pussy holy shit."
"The kitchen is this way," they were starting to annoy the shit out of me.
I flipped on the light and pulled out keys from my pocket. The tallest guy pointed a gun to my head.
"No cheap stuff white boy, or I'll bust a cap in the back of your fucking head."
I gulped. I don't usually get nervous easily, but six big armed black guys can get me really nervous.
Jasmine POV
Yes I heard the banging and slamming and the crashing of the door and stuff. I turned over to find Kian missing, and I started to get worried. I could hear muffled voice coming from downstairs, so I ran down to the kitchen.
"Uhhhhh Kian?"
All I saw was 6 black guys and Kian handing them what looked like bags of cocaine.
They turned around, and I became very aware of the fact that I was in just my thong and bra.
"Well god damn white boy. Is this your girl?"
"Kiannnn..."
He looked extra sweaty. And he was holding a big wad of cash. Looked like he was a fucking drug dealer or something.
"It's fine Jasmine. Go back upstairs please." It sounded like he was pleading me, begging me to leave.
"No no no she stays. Maybe you can help us with something."
One of the guys dropped a keychain.
"Do you mind picking that up sweetheart?"
I heard chuckles in the back. But I was disgusted.
"Why don't you get it your fucking self?"
Did they really think I was going to fall for that?
"Jasmine..."
I was grabbed by the wrists extra tight by a guy with a golden tooth.
"When KD says pick up his keychain. KD means pick up his keychain."
He was hissing in my ear and spit was flying everywhere.
"How about you back the fuck up and stop spraying your nasty spit into my ear."
He held on tighter, and I winced.
"Hey HEY LET GO! GET OFF OF HER!"
One of them pointed a gun to Kian's head.
"I'm not afraid of a little gun you bastards."
He got hit from behind. Hard.
"WHAT THE FUCK I GAVE YOU GUYS WHAT YOU WANT! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Three guys had to hold down Kian. While the other three started to circle me.
"White boy, this doesn't concern you."
He turned his focus back to me.
"Now baby doll, pick up my keychain."
I shook my head. What the fuck did I look like.
I felt fingers wrap around my waist. Now I was being held by my wrists and stomach.
"Hey GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!"
But they were stronger, and they found their way down my thigh.
"Jasmine!"
"Yo shut the fuck up!"
Another blow to the head.
"Maybe if you just picked up my keychain, I wouldn't have to do this. But I bet your slutty self is enjoying it." He smirked. "Am I pleasing you darling?"
I glared up at him, unable to move.
"Now. Pick. Up. My. Keychain."
I bent over slowly to pick it up, and I felt someone come up behind me. My thong was ripped off and a d ick was put in.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
I was silenced as another d ick was shoved in my mouth, and all I could do was cry.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I was left alone with Kian.
"Jasmine I..." He started to put his hands on my waist.
"Get the fuck off of me."
He looked hurt, but so was I.
"Jasmine..."
I grapped my coat and ran out the door.
