Page 24 of I Dare You
They don’t answer me.
The tension can be cut with a knife, and it’s soon revealed why when the boys stop walking, but don’t let me go.
“Get on your knees,” orders Smokes.
“W-what?”I question, because this is very reminiscent of my uncle’s demands.
“You heard me.”
In case I didn’t, I am shoved down, sticks and stones digging into my knees.I try to stand, but am thumped on the back of the head, instantly seeing stars.
“What now?”asks the boy, Whiskey, to my right.
It’s apparent that whoever was on the phone is the leader, and these boys are merely the messengers.But the instruction has changed.
“Hold her down.”
It takes me a second to register what he said, but when I do, I shoot up and run blindly, ignoring my twisted ankle.I don’t care where to.I just need to get away.
“Help!”I scream at the top of my lungs.
But it’s fruitless.
I bump into something hard and fall backward onto my ass.I try to scamper away, but with my hands tied, all I can do is drag myself along the ground.
A foot presses into my lower back, prohibiting me from moving.I feel like a bug beneath his shoe.
My legs are soon restrained.
I wiggle and attempt to break free, but I’m restrained by two of the three.The last boy makes his intentions clear when he scoops his hand underneath me and unfastens the button on my shorts.
“NO!”I roar, kicking out violently.
But I am only pinned down harder.
He yanks my shorts down my legs, exposing my ass to the sky.
Eager hands grope me.It feels as if this is the first time they’ve been this close to a girl.One of them slips his fingers into the waistband of my underwear.I buck wildly, but I don’t stand a chance, and my floral underwear soon follows my shorts.
With my bare ass visible, I feel vulnerable and scared.I’ve never been naked in front of a boy before.I haven’t even been kissed.
So this is too much.
“Please no,” I beg, but the unmissable sound of a zipper being undone echoes loudly out here in the wilderness.
No, this can’t be happening.
“Enough playing.Keep her still,” commands Smokes.
I kick and scream, fighting like a wild animal.But my arms are yanked painfully above my head, and my ankles are pinned as the boy gets on top of me.My screams are muffled with the pillowcase still secured over my head, but it’s soon soaked with tears when, with an animalistic grunt, the boy pushes into me crudely.
Time stands still when I realize what is happening.
I gag on the intake of air, which gets lodged in my throat.I try to breathe, but would rather die as he starts moving, tearing at my sensitive flesh.
The pillowcase is lodged down my throat as I’m nearly hyperventilating.
I can’t control my breathing.
