Page 25 of I Dare You
My heart rate.
I am helpless to it all.
It hurts.
It burns.
He tears through raw tissue, and I feel fluid running down my inner thighs.
“Ewww!”Smokes shrieks.“She fucking pissed herself!”
He speaks to his friends like I’m not here.Like he isn’t raping me, out here in the woods, blindfolded and pinned down by a pack of animals.
I’m suddenly embarrassed, which I berate myself for.
He pulls out and spits on my sex before forcing his way back into me.He picks up the speed, fucking me crudely with his disgusting dick.I am merely a vessel for him to get off into, and when he comes with a sated groan, I feel utterly hollow.
“Your turn!”says Smokes, zipping up his pants.
I drift onto a different plane, where this isn’t happening.I am with Dandy in his tree house, laughing as we drink tea from his mom’s fancy cups.I’m in the library, my happy place surrounded by all the books.I’m Baby, dancing with Johnny Castle.
I want to be anywhere but here, feeling this raw, cruel pain.
The pillowcase is soaked with my saliva and tears.I scream and scream until my throat is raw.
My ankles are let go, and that boy then takes over where his friend left off.He thrusts his fingers into me and moans.
I die another small death.
I don’t know who is who anymore.
I throw up.My face is pressed into my vomit.
“First time fingering a pussy?”Smokes crudely asks with a laugh.“Stick your cock in.It feels even better.Trust me.Especially a tight virgin pussy.”
They’re feeding off each other, egging each other on to pass off any blame.If they’re all involved, then they’re all rapists.So no one can rat on the other.
I claw at the dirt as boy number two spits on what I’m assuming is his dick before ramming it so deeply into me.I cry out in pain because I’m certain he has perforated my stomach.
All I taste is vomit and tears.
“Thataboy!Make her scream!”
The encouragement from Smokes eggs my rapist on as he pumps into me wildly and sloppily.His dick keeps slipping out of me, and suddenly, the pain is replaced with mania.
It’s the only way I know how to survive this.
I laugh hysterically, hardly the proper response, but there’s no handbook when it comes to survival because that’s what this is.
If they let me live, then I will do everything in my power to find them and do to them what they’ve done to me.But they won’t be breathing by the time I’m done with them.
“What are you laughing at, bitch?”Lisp says, rutting into me like he’s having a seizure.
“You,” I manage to get out between laughter.“And your tiny dick.”
He roars and grips my hips, forcing me onto all fours where he mounts me.My hands are now free.Just as he starts pounding into me, I dip my chin, discreetly shaking the pillowcase from my face.
I don’t know where Whiskey is.
