Smiling at her pain, he slid his finger down her neck. “If you scream and try to run again, you’ll have a lot more to worry about than me fucking you. Do you understand me?”
Clair nodded.
“Good girl,” he said, smiling.
His hands mauled her breasts and she could feel his heavy breathing hot on her neck. Clair wanted to fight, but she was no match for him, and she didn’t want to add “dead” to his list of felonies. There was a tearing sound and she felt a cool draft of air across her exposed chest. She turned her head to the side and saw the other guy leaning against the wall, watching them. She caught his eye and detected no trace of compassion on his face. He smiled at her and Clair realized then, if she stopped resisting, it would be over soon. She tried not to think about what he was doing, but his touch was rough and hungry as he ripped her bra away, mashing each breast in the palm of his hand. He squeezed them hard, groaning with pleasure.
The other guy prodded Paul with the toe of his boot. “What the fuck, man? Hurry up!”
“What? Can’t you see I’m having my moment? Back the fuck up or watch. I don’t give a shit. Just shut up and keep a look out.”
“Whatever, man. Remember this isn’t a love session. Hurry up and do her so I can get my turn.”
“Please, don’t do this,” Clair cried. “Get off me.” She wiggled her body, trying to escape, but her hands were pinned beneath his legs.
“I told you to hold still!” he yelled slapping her across the face. The force whipped her head to the side and the taste of blood filled her mouth once more.
Clair gritted her teeth, waiting for it to be over. He pulled at the zipper of her pants in an attempt to pull her pants down from around her hips. Clair closed her eyes, refusing to look at his face. She swallowed a scream, forcing back the pain of his weight against her body, her back aching against the concrete. Her eyes shot open when a deep voice boomed behind her in the dark.
“Hey! Get your hands off her.”
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Loni Flowers lives in Eastern North Carolina with her husband; two wild toddlers, who never slow down for a second; and three couch-potato dogs, who only raise an eye when foods around. She spends her days working a full-time professional job and her nights writing… if she’s not playing on the internet.
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