inside of me for him. If he doesn’t know, he soon will. Fingering at my jeans, I try to slide them up a little without Cam noticing. My knife is still strapped there.
“Ok then Kel, I think you and I need some time to have fun. Dear little brother is out ‘making rounds’ but I’m sure he’ll run into Ricky somewhere out there. That should keep him occupied for a bit. I wouldn’t want to be the one to run into him in the dark. Oh no, I’d rather be in here with you, nice and snug. Let’s pick up where we left off last time. I know someone with a sexy little body like yours knows what your doin now, right? I mean ya ain’t no little virgin anymore. Plus, I’ll just gag ya, then ya can’t throw up on me ‘gain.” He takes a step towards me, the gun still aimed at my chest. His fat hand is covering most of his weapon, I don’t know how he gets his meaty fat fingers into the trigger guard to pull the trigger. It looks like it’s just a little .22. Raising my hands in front of me, I step back again, hoping that I can distract him and get out my knife, or to the other gun that’s laying on the ground by the blankets.
“That’s right Kel, jus’ keep backing up til you hit that nice little bed ya set up. Must have been expecting some action tonight huh? Well, sorry, but I’ll have to take Mitch’s place. This time, ya better be more cooperative or ya ain’t gonna enjoy it.” When he gets within a foot of me, I lunge. Bending down at the knees, I rush towards him, plowing into his round belly with my shoulder. As I hear the rush of air expelling from his lungs, he begins to fall backwards. But instead of being able to get out of the way in time, his flailing hand finds its way into my hair. Grabbing on, he drags me to the ground with him. Crying out, I struggle, trying to get his hand out of my hair unsuccessfully. His grip tightens. For a fat guy, he moves quickly. Rolling on top of me, he pins me to the ground with his legs and weight, one hand still in my hair, the other holding the gun to my face. Pressing the barrel into my cheek, he leers down at me. The cold metal pushing in my skin, I bite on my lip to keep from screaming and lashing out. My neck is at an awkward angle from him pulling at my head, but I’m afraid to even attempt moving. His hand releases my hair, but the gun remains where it is. As he begins to run his pudgy fat fingers down my neck, across my breasts, he takes a moment to squeeze each one. The bile taste in my mouth returns. The fact that this man can cause me to throw up just by his touch is astonishing. Even after all this time, I’ve never felt sicker around someone. The worst part is its Mitch’s brother. How could I have been so in love with him, yet disgusted by his brother, his own flesh and blood?
“Calhoun, let’s go, we don’t have time for this. Ricky is following that brother of yours. We need to get out of here with the chick.” The voice from the entrance of the cave has to be one of the Gessatti brother’s. The one that Mitch shot. Paul.
“Pauly, ya need to give me a few minutes. Me and this here little filly gots some unfinished business,” Cameron shouts over his shoulder, not even bothering to move his gaze from my face. His beady eyes roam my body, as if devouring the sight of me.
“I don’t think so man. Dad said he wants her alive and unharmed. She may be the only chance we have at finding that money now that Billy Joe is dead. So get up off of her and let’s go, or I’ll get Ricky up here.” Mumbling about idiots and orders, Cameron stands, wrapping his hand around my arm. He yanks me to my feet, kicking my gun out of the way as he leads me out into the open. Covered in dirt and my hair tangled from being pulled, I’m sure I look like a mess, but that doesn’t change the look of hunger that Paul gives me. Almost the same predatory look that came from Cameron. Thankfully my knife is still hidden on my leg.
“Maybe dad will let us
“Ok then Kel, I think you and I need some time to have fun. Dear little brother is out ‘making rounds’ but I’m sure he’ll run into Ricky somewhere out there. That should keep him occupied for a bit. I wouldn’t want to be the one to run into him in the dark. Oh no, I’d rather be in here with you, nice and snug. Let’s pick up where we left off last time. I know someone with a sexy little body like yours knows what your doin now, right? I mean ya ain’t no little virgin anymore. Plus, I’ll just gag ya, then ya can’t throw up on me ‘gain.” He takes a step towards me, the gun still aimed at my chest. His fat hand is covering most of his weapon, I don’t know how he gets his meaty fat fingers into the trigger guard to pull the trigger. It looks like it’s just a little .22. Raising my hands in front of me, I step back again, hoping that I can distract him and get out my knife, or to the other gun that’s laying on the ground by the blankets.
“That’s right Kel, jus’ keep backing up til you hit that nice little bed ya set up. Must have been expecting some action tonight huh? Well, sorry, but I’ll have to take Mitch’s place. This time, ya better be more cooperative or ya ain’t gonna enjoy it.” When he gets within a foot of me, I lunge. Bending down at the knees, I rush towards him, plowing into his round belly with my shoulder. As I hear the rush of air expelling from his lungs, he begins to fall backwards. But instead of being able to get out of the way in time, his flailing hand finds its way into my hair. Grabbing on, he drags me to the ground with him. Crying out, I struggle, trying to get his hand out of my hair unsuccessfully. His grip tightens. For a fat guy, he moves quickly. Rolling on top of me, he pins me to the ground with his legs and weight, one hand still in my hair, the other holding the gun to my face. Pressing the barrel into my cheek, he leers down at me. The cold metal pushing in my skin, I bite on my lip to keep from screaming and lashing out. My neck is at an awkward angle from him pulling at my head, but I’m afraid to even attempt moving. His hand releases my hair, but the gun remains where it is. As he begins to run his pudgy fat fingers down my neck, across my breasts, he takes a moment to squeeze each one. The bile taste in my mouth returns. The fact that this man can cause me to throw up just by his touch is astonishing. Even after all this time, I’ve never felt sicker around someone. The worst part is its Mitch’s brother. How could I have been so in love with him, yet disgusted by his brother, his own flesh and blood?
“Calhoun, let’s go, we don’t have time for this. Ricky is following that brother of yours. We need to get out of here with the chick.” The voice from the entrance of the cave has to be one of the Gessatti brother’s. The one that Mitch shot. Paul.
“Pauly, ya need to give me a few minutes. Me and this here little filly gots some unfinished business,” Cameron shouts over his shoulder, not even bothering to move his gaze from my face. His beady eyes roam my body, as if devouring the sight of me.
“I don’t think so man. Dad said he wants her alive and unharmed. She may be the only chance we have at finding that money now that Billy Joe is dead. So get up off of her and let’s go, or I’ll get Ricky up here.” Mumbling about idiots and orders, Cameron stands, wrapping his hand around my arm. He yanks me to my feet, kicking my gun out of the way as he leads me out into the open. Covered in dirt and my hair tangled from being pulled, I’m sure I look like a mess, but that doesn’t change the look of hunger that Paul gives me. Almost the same predatory look that came from Cameron. Thankfully my knife is still hidden on my leg.
“Maybe dad will let us
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