****WARNING! GRAPHIC CONTENT CONTAINED IN THIS CHAPTER! TRIGGER WARNING OF SEXUAL ASSAULT! SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED OR UNDERAGE!!!!****
My vision is blurry as I try to open my eyes. The sun has set by now and there is no moon to shine down on me. As my vision slowly starts coming back to me, black dots dance in my vision. I try to sit up but it's proving to be a very difficult task.
Where am I? What happened?
I look around and all I can see is forest trees. I can hear crickets chirping off in the distance as an owl calls out. There is a gentle breeze blowing and I suddenly feel cold as a draft blows across my naked legs.
Wait. Naked? Where are my leggings? Where are my shoes?
Panic sets in as my adrenaline shoots up into the sky, making everything so much clearer. I still have my white oversized t-shirt on and my panties. I am able to sit up thanks to the spike in my adrenaline and anxiety. I look around but I don't see much of anything.
"Oh, look, our favorite tease has awoken! Let's see if we can make a woman out of you yet," comes a deep and gruff voice from behind me. I push my hands in the dirt to steady myself on the uneven terrain. I whip my head to look behind me so fast that I become dizzy and queasy. I am met with a man who is blind in the one eye, jagged scar running from his hairline down his face and into his shirt. And, he's smiling a sickening smile with his face just inches away from mine. He is leaning around a tree that is at my back and only then do the memories come rushing back. I have been abducted. I must have became unconcsious when I hit the ground. And now, I have no idea where I am at. Nobody will even notice I am missing except maybe my best friend, Arie. But she is on vacation and won't be back for a few days. I think. How long was I out for?
"Hey! Jace! Can we take this bitch for a test run?" Asked Blind Guy, as I have been calling him in my head. Hold up. Test run? What does that even mean?
"I'm coming give me a fucking second! Don't start without me! I have to finish burning her shit!" yelled the man I presume is Jace.
Blind Guy caresses my body with his one eye as he starts from my chest and works his way down to my legs where his gaze stops and fixates on the junction of my thighs. I begin to tremble in fear as his words start to make sense in my head. NO! I need to get out of here. Without shoes I won't be as fast, but if I can just get some leverage I may be able to outrun them and find a place to hide. My fingers clench in the dirt as an idea strikes me. Without time to think this through, I squeeze the dirt in my hand and turn and throw the dirt into Blind Guy's face.
"YOU BITCH!" He roars as I jump to my feet and take off as fast as I can go. I only make it about twenty feet when Blind Guy tackles me from behind and I fall face first on the forest floor. A scream leaves my lips as he rolls me onto my back and sits on my waist pinning my hands on either side of my head. I start thrashing my legs trying to kick him off but he is much too strong and heavy. Tears stream down my face as I put up the fight of my life. They will not take this away from me. I won't let them.
"Ahh you're a fiesty one! I love a wild one. Come on, throw them hips up some more. Soon you will be screaming for me to stop! Say it! Tell me to stop, and I will." Blind Guy exclaims as I hear heavy footsteps breaking branches and crunching across the forest floor approach us.
"Please, stop this! It's not too late! I won't tell anyone what happened, please! I don't even know who you are or where you are from! Please just stop -" I beg as a hand connects with my face and sends it flying to the side. My face burns like fire and I can taste blood in my mouth. A whimper escapes my lips as I turn foward again, to face my captors. I start to cry ferociously as screams start to leave my mouth. They are uncontrollable, I can not stop them even if I wanted too. My body starts to shake violently as my heart feels like it is going to break out of my chest.
Another hand comes flying and hits me right in my heart shaped lips. I feel my bottom lip rip against my teeth explosively as blood starts pooling in my mouth then begins to trickle from the wide gap in my bottom lip.
"WILL YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY?" The other man, Jace I presume, leans over the top of Blind Guy and screams in my face. I didn't even see his fist coming. My mouth hurts so bad and the blood is so thick I choke on it as it pours down my throat.
"Brady! Turn her over. I don't want to look at this filthy pig while I'm fucking her. Hold her hands above her head. Yes, just like that. It's time I show you what submission feels like," Jace quips as I am rolled aggressively onto my front. Blind Guy, I mean Brady, puts my hands beside my head and plants his knees on each of my hands while he basically sits on top of my head. I can feel the bulge in his pants as it drapes across my ear and down my chin. At this point I stop fighting. My will to live and survive this horendous act, has disappeared into the cool breeze.
I feel my panties being torn from my body as the stitching burns into my hips from the force. I hear the jingle of his belt coming loose and the zip of his pants. My legs are ripped apart and I don't move. I don't scream. I don't fight. Not until I feel the pressure of something pushing against my woman hood, and then an excrutiating rip happens from deep within my walls as a blood curtling scream leaves my lips. Tears continuously stream down my face as more blood trickles down the side of my cheek and lands softly on the dirt below my face. The dirt has become wet and muddy from my tears and blood and I can feel it squish against my face.
Jace's hip bones dig into the insides of my thighs as he pounds into me relentlessly. The pain, humiliation, and shame are unbearable. I wish I would succumb to the darkness. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me into oblivion.
Just when I think it couldn't get any worse, Jace fills my insides deep with his warm and revolting seed. The deed is done. I vomit a little in my mouth but choke it down. I will not let them think that they won.
"Alright, about fucking time! My turn!" Brady growls, "Think she will try and fight if I let her go?"
"Even if she tries, she won't get very far. She was pure. Been a while sense I had one that... fresh. You're going to hurt tomorrow, toots." Jace says as he stands up and fixes his pants. "I'm gonna go clean this filth off of me. Do what you want then make sure you bring her back and tie her up." I don't even look as I hear Jace walk away.
I am left face down as Brady crawls across me and starts squeezing my ass cheeks with the palms of his hands. He slaps them a little, but after what Jace just did to me, I barely register what he is doing. That is until I hear him spit and I feel something wet in the crack of my behind. NO. Please, God, NO.
"I figure if your cunt was pure, then so is... THIS! OH FUCK! THAT IS SO TIGHT!" Brady roars loudly as he shoves deep into my anus extremely hard. If the pain from Jace was bad, this was excruciating! The pain is so unbareable my mouth falls open but no sound comes out. I feel myself ripping again and then it got really wet back there. I must be bleeding. I can smell the coppery scent but am unable to figure out exactly where it is coming from with all of my injuries. I can't choke down my vomit anymore as I let it go all over the ground of the forest. I can't lift my head, therefore I am stuck laying in my bloody vomit. My hair is rubbing in it and it's smashing all over my face and he rams into me. Again and again and again.
They have wrecked me.
Mind. Body. And soul.
(End of Flashback)
Layla. I am woken to the sound of water dripping softly. It is so cold that my teeth begin to chatter out of my skull as I slowly open my eyes. I am in a cement looking jail cell with bars on one side with a cell door and the other three walls are made of cement blocks. The floor is also cement and there isn't a single window in here. The room is maybe 8 feet by 8 feet, if that. There is a small drain in the corner opposite of the tiny dirty mattress that I am currently laying on. No sink. No toilet. I wonder if the drain in the corner is for toileting? I hope not! There isn't even paper in here to clean myself up with if I do have to go. Thankfully I don't. The cell door is closest to my feet and my head is shoved up against the wall that is parallel to the door. It smells like old urine, copper like blood, dust, and wet dirt. Not very pleasant. I try to use my arms to get myself into a sitting position but as soon as I scoot my bottom half up and sit on it, I cry out in pain from
Layla. "Breakfast," grunts the short man who has been bringing me food the last 3 days. I have kept track of the days based on the timings of meals. I haven't seen the sunshine sense the day I was originally captured and the lack of vitamin D is really starting to take its toll on me mentally. I feel sluggish and my will to live is slowly slipping by. The tray with food on it is handed to me through a slot that is just wide enough for the food and a bottle of water to fit through if it is set on the tray on its side. I stand up and walk over to the door and grab the tray with both hands before it crashes to the floor. I bring it into my cell and place it with the other uneaten trays of food off to the side. I wish they would collect those, the flies have started to accumulate in here and it has started grossing me out. Other than announcing when a meal is being served, no one speaks to me. Not that I mind, I am a bit of a loan wolf anyways. I enjoy my solitude and hermit lifestyle.
"What is your name?" Emma begins with an easy question, thankfully. "Layla Irene Eastwood," I reply with my eyes closed as I feel the brush start to lightly work its way through my wet hair. "How old are you, Layla?" She is speaking so softly it's very soothing. "18. At least I think. I was abandoned as an infant and so the authorities just made up a name and birthdate for me." "What do you do for work? Or are you a student?" "I am an aspiring writer. I would love to get my work published some day, but until then I work at a small diner just down the road from my apartment." "Am I pulling too hard on your hair?" She asks as she tugs gently once she reaches the end that is hanging below the bench. "No this is very nice. I never had someone brush my hair for me. I now see what the fuss is about," I tell her as I let out a small giggle. It's a strange sound coming from my mouth and feels even weirder resonating in my chest. I was never the giggly type so this is new for me. "How
I try to let go of Maggie's hand but her grip only tightens. I look over to Emma and see that she is also trying to break free of Maggie's death grip. And just as soon as her blood curdling scream begins, the sound of silence erupts like a volcano as Maggie's body goes crumbling to the ground. Unconscious."Does that happen every time she see's something?" I question Emma as I spit the crumpled up leaf and flower concoction out of my mouth and directly onto the floor. When Maggie fell she released both of our hands and I vigorously try to rub some blood flow back into mine. I see Emma doing the same."No. I have never witness this sort of reaction from Maggie. Quick, help me carry her out of here and to my brother, he will know what to do," Emma states as she bends down and grabs Maggie under each arm pit. I guess that means I will be taking the legs. We leave all of my new belongings in the locker room as I struggle to carry Maggie's bottom half. Emma is walking backwards and acting
Alpha Jaxon. I just stare at Emma as I repeat the words over in my head. Maggie is dead. The woman who took care of Emma and me after our parents were murdered in cold blood. The woman who nursed Emma back to health after she was attacked. The woman who kept my temper in check. Among so many other things. Maggie was the most loved woman in our city. The kindest, most selfless, slightly erotic, warm hearted, foul tongued, and just like that, she is gone. Without saying a word, I turn and exit my room leaving Emma and Layla alone. Layla, her name rolls around in my head like waves in an ocean. She looked so damn perfect cleaned up and fresh. Seeing her in my bedroom had brought so many ideas to my head about all the things I would love to do her body. I don't know what made me bring her to my room in the first place, it was probably Ash's idea, after I had caught her after she blacked out in the middle of the road. I had been alerted by one of my pack warriors about Emma helpin
Layla.I am trying to focus on what Emma is saying but I can't get passed this feeling I am having in my body. My skin is itching and feels like there is a fire burning just beneath my skin. I keep scratching my arms to try and ease the discomfort. For some reason the burning sensation doesn't actually hurt it's just uncomfortable. My head feels like a hammer is banging around in it briefly making tears swell, I refuse to let them fall. My feet feel like they have been asleep for hours with the pins and needles sensations and my toes feel like they are being stretched to the max. "Hey are you ok?" Emma asked with true concern in her voice which is the nicest she has been sense we left the jail. I don't know what I did to upset her, but if this is how life is going to be I think I'd rather stay in jail. This is why I hate people and never get close to anyone. Everyone is a liar or only use you for their own selfish needs. Or they show you one face and the next moment, a new mask takes
Jaxon.A loud snarl leaves my lips as I see Layla, my mate, laying naked and out in the open. "LOOK AWAY! DO NOT TOUCH HER OR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" I snarl uncontrollably at my pack members as they all look away and try to find something to cover her. I can't stand the thought of everyone looking at what belongs to me and only me. "Calm down Alpha. We are only trying to help her. Let's get her to the infirmary," Gamma Grey comes over with his personal shirt that he had on before the run began. I shove it away, not liking the idea of another mans scent on her. It's repulsive. "Don't be such a dick! Take the damn shirt so our Luna can have some dignity left!" Grey shouts at me. He has never raised his voice to me before but his instincts must be kicking in already wanting to protect his Luna from everything, even embarrassment. Even though she has nothing to be embarrassed by, she is perfect in every way. "Fine," I snap back giving him the look saying we will have a discussion a
"What does that even mean? How did the old lady know she was or was not pregnant?" My face twists into one of confusion as Trev stands and starts pacing as his hand goes up to rub his chin as he is deep in thought. "It means that old woman had saw her every day for almost 6 years and not once did she see any sort of pregnancy belly. Never saw them bring anything baby related into the house. They never had any visitors either so she highly doubts it was an adoption sort of thing." "Fuck. Every time things start seeming normal they just turn so fucking weird with no real answers!" I slam my fists into the concrete of the steps hard enough to bring blood and crack the steps a little. I flex my fingers as my hand starts to heal itself. "That's what has been bugging me. And the way Maggie died, shits real messed up man." "You know what happened to Maggie?" I question as I stare at Trev with mass confusion. "Emma didn't tell you before the run? She said she was going to deliver the ne