Screaming in silence (camren)

Chapter 6

      I stared into the mirror. The toothpaste scrubbed away the taste of the tuna and the grit of the previous day but it couldn't take away the feeling in the back of my throat. You know that slight choking  feeling where you are afraid you will burst into tears at any moment? It had been there since I woke up in the trunk of the car and had yet to go away. My hair had dried into lose curls which hung around my face and neck. I hadn't worn my hair curly in years, relying daily on straightening iron to smooth it out. My face was bruised along the hairline both above my right eye. My lips were still cracked and my cheeks were pale, but the look suited with me at the moment. It exemplified everything I felt, everything I was thinking: scared and hurt, defeated  and defenseless.
     I turned away from the mirror and walk past Lauren,  back down the stairs to the entrance to the basement. I turned to her before I open the door
"Are you going to lock it behind?"
      "Yes," she answered plainly and without any signal of guilt.
      "What if I need something?"
       "You can wait until dinner."
I won't be hungry, I signed as I turned away from her and I opened the door, slamming it behind me as I walked on the stairs. I kept the light on as I crawled into my bed, sleep finally came to me,begging me to let it take me away. I fell asleep watching the ceiling boards produce light clouds of dust as Lauren paced the floor above my head.

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I thought something brush against my leg and I open my eyes. I sat up, startled at the pitch black of the room, blinking furiously and trying to remember if i had turned off the lights. I felt heavy fingers searching for my leg in the darkness and I panicked. I kicked frantically and made contact with something warm and soft. Lauren hadn't felt like that when she had been holding me outside of the car. I was about to scream fort them to stop when I was startled by another set of hands groping my shoulders and wrapping around my neck. I started to scream but the hand tightened and my voice was lost in my chest.
A course and calloused hand traveled over my jaw and covered my mouth while the other tangled in my hair, pulling me back to the mattress. The hands at my feet gripped my ankles and moved up to my knees, impervious to my kicks and struggles. I felt long legs straddle my hips. His hands worked their the way under my shirt and up to my chest. Finally, I screamed against the hand covering my mouth, still kicking and thrashing my arms are in violently.
The old mattress only gave me a little and the hands on my chest crushed me against it, making it difficult to breathe. The hands fondled my breasts, pulling and pinching, and it wasn't long before i felt something warm and wet on my neck. A tongue slithering over my jaw and around my ear before placing the hand over my mouth. I held my lips together as tongue tried to enter my mouth, my hands were still beating furiously against his chest and shoulders, taking random swings at the second man who held me down. The attacker didn't seem to notice in the slightest as he turned and twisted my breasts underneath his massive hands.
     I stopped my efforts and hesitated when I felt his tongue leave my face. I didn't want to scream because I could still feel his breath on my lips. The warm air coming from his mouth was accompanied by a light spray of saliva and i could only guess what he was screaming. Suddenly a sharp pain stabbed my ribcage as a fist made contact with my side.I gasped in pain. That was the window he was looking for and I felt A thick tongue slide into my mouth, sour breath nearly causing me to gag. I turned my head to escape his lips, but to no avail. One of his hands left my breast and traveled to my jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper before plunging beneath the denim and prodding at my panties. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't fight him off, I couldn't save myself. So I did the next best thing that came to mind. I bit down hard and waiting until I tasted blood before releasing, and screaming at the top of my lungs in hopes that someone would hear me.
      A hand struck my face and I felt blood splatter on my skin as he spit on me. As he smacked my face with the back of his hand again, I saw a hazy light fill the room. My eyes adjusted slowly, my head dizzy from the blows. It was Austin. His face was still close to mine but he wasn't look at me. I nearly gagged again when I saw how much blood there was beneath the stubble of his chin.I turned my head to follow his gaze and saw a blurry Lauren standings in front of us, her face red and her hand clenched.
"Get off of her," Lauren said, looking straight at Austin.
I didn't look up to see Austin's response.
"Fuck you! Get off!" Lauren's eyes continued to bore into Austin.
     Neither  person spoke and the room filled with a heated tension. Austin's brother released his grip on my hair and the mattress  heaved as he stood up. I craned my neck so I could see him. His brown eyes stared regretfully. He didn't look one day over 18 in this light and I almost pitied him and his role in all of this.
Austin was still on top of me. He stared back at Lauren with a playful bullishness, although I couldn't tell if he was challenging or propositioning my defender. Slowly, his head started to shake, his round face moving closer to mine.
"Did you want to go first?" He asked. "Who fucks her first doesn't matter to her."
I looked at Lauren. "Get off,"he repeated.
     "But she's perfect," Austin protested and looked down at me as his hand came out from under my shirt and stroked my hair. "You can do whatever you want to her and I won't have to listen to her bitching when it's over."
My jaw clenched.I was dying to scream at him, to tell him what a sick, twisted, disgusting excuse for a man he was. But I didn't. My eyes burned into his with all the hatred I had for him and all of the contempt I felt towards Lauren for getting me to play along with thus lie. Austin smiled and his thin and bloodstained lips crept over his yellow teeth. His fingers twitched beneath my jeans and I twisted my body into a lame attempt to escape.
"she's wet, too. Wet and ready for us. What a fucking whore."
      It wasn't true though. I knew it and by the look on Lauren's face she knew it too. But why was she doing anything? Why was she just standing there, allowing  Austin to continue?
     I felt Austin's fingers start to move back-and-forth across my panties and the humiliation became more than I could stand. A wave of nausea swept over me and tears slid slow down my cheeks.I was almost ready to give up and accept my fate, convinced that Lauren wasn't gonna do anything more to stop Austin's assault.
"So what do you say, Lauren?" Austin spoke again. "Shall we go at her from both ends?  Plug her  until she pops?"