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waitress. I haven’t fucked me a waitress in a long, long time.”
“Pussy is pussy. Good enough for me.” Jason shrugged.
“So long as I get to stick my dick in some part of her,” said the fat one, approaching me from the left, closing in the distance between us. “She’ll do just fine.”
More hoarse words and the threat was set.
They were poised to attack.
The tension between us was thick and prickly.
As prickly as the sensation spreading through my body.
There would be a breaking point, I was sure of it.
I knew that the moment I ran they would run after me.
They would catch me, fuck me and cut me, just as they had said – I was sure of it.
I couldn’t think.
I just needed time to think!
My fear caught breathlessly in my chest, holding me captive as my heart pounded like a bird trying to escape the trappings of my own ribcage. I could hear my heartbeat, erratic and as loud as a tribal drum in my head, drowning out the meaning of their vile whispers.
All the while, that strange burning sensation continued to scorch my heart, my chest, my skin, covering me like a fiery shroud.
As the three men closed in on me, I began to retreat, walking as briskly backward as my quivering legs would allow.
Why did my legs feel so weak, like rubber bands?
Was this the best my fight or flight system could do?
Why was my skin burning so?
I wanted to turn and run, but my fear wouldn’t let me take my eyes off the three of them…
I wouldn’t dare take my eyes off them.
How could this be happening to me?
What had I done to them to deserve this?
Jason inclined his head toward the far man. “What do ya think, Gary?”
“She’s not as hot as the last one we fucked and cut, but she’ll do just fine.”
There were those words again.
Dangerous and unmistakable.
Fucked and cut.
The whispered words fucked and cut made my steps falter.
I nearly stumbled.
Now I was petrified.
Truly afraid for my life.
Fucked sounded bad enough.
I knew what that meant, that it implied forced sex.
At fifteen I barely knew what the mechanics of sex were—but I knew that their intentions were to rape me.
As for cut , well cut was far worse a fate.
Cut what?
Cut where?
My skin continued to itch, continued to burn.
The gap between the Jason and Baby Boy was the widest.
It was there I was going to attempt my escape.
I tried to dash past Jason, but the dark skinned man intercepted me from the right, scaring me into the direction of his two cohorts.
“She’s not as young as the last one, either,” hissed Baby Boy, while closing in on my right.
His light colored eyes gleamed at me with a cold hatred.
“Not as feisty, either.” Gary, the heaviest of my assailants made his move, his plump hand striking out of midair to grab me by the arm.
He threw me to the ground with little effort on his part and I fell so hard that the wind was knocked out of me.
“They rarely ever put up a fight.” Gary laughed as he attempted to straddle me. “It’s fucking pathetic. Even animals put up more fight than these little girls do.”
As I began to crab-crawl away from him backward, my pants dampened by the wet autumn leaves, I felt as though I were flush with blazing fever, my skin feeling as if it really were burning. The itch of it was maddening.
If I weren’t in the fight of my life – or flight of my life – I probably would have scratched myself to near death.
What was worse just then, the itching or the burning, it was hard to tell as they became one and the same, leaving me to feel as though an army of fire ants were biting all over my young body.
This trial by fire was unreal.
Between the men and the misery, how would I survive such torment?
My fear was disorienting and my situation seemed desperate enough.
Yet nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
As the three men fell upon me they sealed not only my fate, but their own.
Six greedy male hands tore at my clothing.
Six hateful male hands
“Pussy is pussy. Good enough for me.” Jason shrugged.
“So long as I get to stick my dick in some part of her,” said the fat one, approaching me from the left, closing in the distance between us. “She’ll do just fine.”
More hoarse words and the threat was set.
They were poised to attack.
The tension between us was thick and prickly.
As prickly as the sensation spreading through my body.
There would be a breaking point, I was sure of it.
I knew that the moment I ran they would run after me.
They would catch me, fuck me and cut me, just as they had said – I was sure of it.
I couldn’t think.
I just needed time to think!
My fear caught breathlessly in my chest, holding me captive as my heart pounded like a bird trying to escape the trappings of my own ribcage. I could hear my heartbeat, erratic and as loud as a tribal drum in my head, drowning out the meaning of their vile whispers.
All the while, that strange burning sensation continued to scorch my heart, my chest, my skin, covering me like a fiery shroud.
As the three men closed in on me, I began to retreat, walking as briskly backward as my quivering legs would allow.
Why did my legs feel so weak, like rubber bands?
Was this the best my fight or flight system could do?
Why was my skin burning so?
I wanted to turn and run, but my fear wouldn’t let me take my eyes off the three of them…
I wouldn’t dare take my eyes off them.
How could this be happening to me?
What had I done to them to deserve this?
Jason inclined his head toward the far man. “What do ya think, Gary?”
“She’s not as hot as the last one we fucked and cut, but she’ll do just fine.”
There were those words again.
Dangerous and unmistakable.
Fucked and cut.
The whispered words fucked and cut made my steps falter.
I nearly stumbled.
Now I was petrified.
Truly afraid for my life.
Fucked sounded bad enough.
I knew what that meant, that it implied forced sex.
At fifteen I barely knew what the mechanics of sex were—but I knew that their intentions were to rape me.
As for cut , well cut was far worse a fate.
Cut what?
Cut where?
My skin continued to itch, continued to burn.
The gap between the Jason and Baby Boy was the widest.
It was there I was going to attempt my escape.
I tried to dash past Jason, but the dark skinned man intercepted me from the right, scaring me into the direction of his two cohorts.
“She’s not as young as the last one, either,” hissed Baby Boy, while closing in on my right.
His light colored eyes gleamed at me with a cold hatred.
“Not as feisty, either.” Gary, the heaviest of my assailants made his move, his plump hand striking out of midair to grab me by the arm.
He threw me to the ground with little effort on his part and I fell so hard that the wind was knocked out of me.
“They rarely ever put up a fight.” Gary laughed as he attempted to straddle me. “It’s fucking pathetic. Even animals put up more fight than these little girls do.”
As I began to crab-crawl away from him backward, my pants dampened by the wet autumn leaves, I felt as though I were flush with blazing fever, my skin feeling as if it really were burning. The itch of it was maddening.
If I weren’t in the fight of my life – or flight of my life – I probably would have scratched myself to near death.
What was worse just then, the itching or the burning, it was hard to tell as they became one and the same, leaving me to feel as though an army of fire ants were biting all over my young body.
This trial by fire was unreal.
Between the men and the misery, how would I survive such torment?
My fear was disorienting and my situation seemed desperate enough.
Yet nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
As the three men fell upon me they sealed not only my fate, but their own.
Six greedy male hands tore at my clothing.
Six hateful male hands
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