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Till I feel the smack along my face that’s so rough, I fall to the side, dropping onto a couch as I hold my face in pain. Agony that seems to be just the beginning as Carl’s weight falls on top of me, pressing me flat to the couch.
I scream as soon as my brain registers what’s happening, but I fear it’s too late. The strap holding my dress up falls away beneath Carl’s groping hands.
“Quit fighting me. You know you want this. You all want this.”
I push at his hands and shake my head. “No. Stop. Please.”
“You all say stop till you get what you want. You tell Tommy to stop? You tell him no when you were spreading it for him? That why he lets you up here? Think if I suck his cock he’d let me in his place? Huh? Why don’t you put that mouth to good use like a good bitch.”
I keep pushing at him, but he weighs too much, crushing me into the couch. Tears are clouding my eyes as I try to push him off, his vile words echoing in my brain as his hands keep roaming over me. I kick and scream, but it seems no one can hear me. No one is coming to help me. This isn’t like last time, where the attack was just to get me out of the way so they could grab what they wanted.
I’mwhat Carl wants. Either because I never fell into line before or because Tommy and I got close in our own way. I don’t know why, and it doesn’t seem to matter. I just want it to end. To stop.
“Spread your legs, bitch.”
I keep them squeezed tight together, using everything I have to keep that part from being taken away from me.
He lets me get a good breath in while he shifts his weight off me, only to have it leave me in a rush as he punches me in the stomach.
While I fight to breathe, he pushes a knee between my legs and spreads them. The dress pulls till he grabs the slit and rips it higher, exposing me in every way.
I catch his evil smile as he leans down toward me once again, and I fight. I fight with everything I have left. Pushing.Kicking. Squeezing my thighs together. Wiggling away. Anything and everything.
I don’t even waste my breath on screaming for help. I tried that before and no one came. I use everything, damning the tears that obstruct my view. I don’t need to see to know where to fight off. I won’t give up. I won’t.
With one last try, I swing blindly, screaming with all my anguish and strength at him. Hoping to kill his hearing as I ram my palm into his ear.
He stills above me, either in pain or confusion at my actions, but I don’t hesitate. Grabbing the armrest behind my head, I drag my body out from under him, twisting around to use both hands to pull me away and over it.
When hard hands grab my hips and jerk me back, I cry out in anguish, fear coating my voice as I try again to stop what’s about to happen.
“You’ll pay for that, you whore.” He emphasizes his words with a jab to my ribs. Twice.
I try to curl in on myself as the pain radiates throughout my body, crying uncontrollably as it sinks in that this is really happening. That I can’t escape.
I feel him pull my ass back into him a second before I hear the sick jingle of his belt loosening.
“What the fuck?”
The shout from across the room has me looking up from the couch to the doorway.
I scream.
The weight on top of me disappears.
Tommy is standing in the doorway, gun in hand.
And Carl falls to theground.
Chapter 21—Tommy
Itake it in. I take itallin. It’s almost too much for me to handle, and I handle a lot of shit.
I reach into my pocket, pull out my phone, and dial a number without even thinking twice.
“Get here now,” I say the moment the line connects, then hang up. He’ll figure out where I am. He’s probably tracking my phone already.
Dante moves before I do, coming around me to go to Carl. Leaving me to stand there and stare at Payton.
