So, this chapter is dark. Very very dark. Okay, you've been warned and such. I've never been one for trigger warnings, but yeah… There are a lot in here. Please review.

You grabbed around my waist and pulled me close. Yanking against your hold, you only tightened your clutch rendering me immobile. You shoved me against the door grinding against the back of my skirt.

"Fucking whore can't keep her legs shut. Well if its cock you want, its cock you'll get. We'll fuck you raw and then again. In the room. Now!"

The words like venom paralyzed me. 'We'll'. You were going to take turns. I made to open my door feeling you release my arm and I ducked under you bolting. I made it to the stairs blocked by one of your boys who took my arm, slamming their hand over my mouth dragging me back to hell. I kicked and scream thrashing in his arms.

"This one's feisty isn't she?" He chuckled tossing me inside.

You looked down at me smirking while I struggle to my feet. The other was the same hand which had grabbed me the other time. His eye still dark with makeup.

"Right you are Petey boy! A fine fuck as well." You gripped my hair forcing me go my knees in front of your crotch. I closed my eyes shaking. You undid your pants while I began to panic.

Pete took my arms holding me still while you forced me back to my feet. I refused to look down and stay silent as you take your knife tearing the clothes away from my body. He reached around fondling my breast making me struggle in fury. You slapped me, tugging off my panties kicking my legs apart.

"On your knees." You shoved me down, but I resist. I felt the cane strike on my back forcing me down making me grimace.

The tip on you touched my lips causing me to shirk back. We hadn't done this before. I didn't want to, it wasn't going to fit. Your hand forced my neck closer making it ache with how hard I was trying to resist.

"Open your fucking mouth and suck me off. If you think of biting me it will not end well." He pushed me closer still. Your hardness pressed roughly on my lips. I kept my jaw clamped shut glaring up at you. Giving me a dark chuckle you threw me back. I landed with all my weight on my wrist. It pops loudly, I gasp cradling it to my chest.

Pete pinned my arms down applying pressure on what was sure to be a sprained wrist. You sat on my chest positioning yourself in front of my mouth.

"Suck." You demanded.

I shook my head furiously kicking and bucking, you nod to Pete who twisted my wrist causing me to whimper tears burning.

"Open my little lamb." You brushed my hair away from my face. I look up to you pleading for mercy. "Come come dearie."

My jaw ached as I loosen it.

"Please... Don't make me do th-" My words were cut off when you grabbed my jaw, keeping it open. I struggled miserably as you begin to pry my mouth wide.

"Shh, shh... It's not too bad."

I sobbed in defeat and stopped moving. I bit my lip, tears streaming down my face as I begin to open my mouth. You smirked and begin filling me. I start gagging instantly... Panicked, I begin breathing hard only making breathing that much harder.

"Now now, none of that." You pet my hair. "Let her onto her knees." You moved from me and Pete pulled me back to my knees where you pulled me back to my now trembling lips. The fact someone else was watching made it so much worse.

"I don't know how..." I reasoned looking to you for guidance. Every other time you had told me exactly what you wanted and now all I had to go on was what I knew from books. My face felt hot as you both laughed. You lead me back to you and slithered in.

"Impress me."

I let my brain drift as I pretended it was him instead. My tongue slid over you and you bucked which was a good sign. It was awful, but I could do it. You let me continue until you got restless and grabbed my head forcing yourself deeper choking me. I shiver holding to your hips trying to breath. The sounds were revolting, wet gagging sounds, your groaning and Pete rubbing himself watching. You begin giving me orders.

"Suck."

"Faster"

"Lick"

"Swallow"

Swallow was the last order. I was retching and sobbing towards the end. You covered my mouth after cumming hard. I tried to spit it out. It tasted like shame... And defeat.

"Swallow. Now." You kept your fingers dug into cheek as I struggled to force it down my throat. "Open." You removed your hand and I opened my mouth showing you.

You patted my head leaving me hunched on the floor shaking and covering my bare skin.

Pete came beside me lifting my head

"My turn."

"No." I hissed scooting away from him bumping into your legs.

"You will." You warned jerking me up by my hair holding me still while Pete got ready. I don't even think about it. I grabbed your hand in fear. You look down and ever so briefly I see remorse flicker through your eyes. It was fleeting though. You shook my grasp holding me out to Pete.

It wasn't any better the second time. He was far too rough and my mouth felt swollen towards the end. He forcefully made my head bob groaning in disgusting bliss. You kept a watchful eye gripping your cane in a warning. He also reaches his peak and pulls away covering my upper body in the substance which burned like acid. I tried to wipe it away, but your cane crashed over my back causing me to scream out in anguish.

I curled into a ball shaking. Please be done. Just leave me with my humiliation. Please go away.

I wanted to die.

"Get up." You kicked my side. I moved to my feet not bothering to cover up.

"What now?" I whispered to you. I hated you, but right now? You were what I knew. I needed that. Needed something I knew. I knew how to deal with you. Though now, you were more ruthless.

Your lips came crashing into mine making me take a breath. My mouth felt tender as you sucked on my bottom lip, biting. I pressed on your chest feeling Pete come behind me and grind against me, his hands groping my hips forcing him closer. You kicked open my legs and prepared yourself.

My nails dug into your back catching slivers of flesh under the surface. I buried my head in your chest, feeling my own heaving sobs as I felt Pete move away coming back and opening something. The cool gel was on me and I began thrashing while you continued thrusting deeper and deeper.

"Alex no! Please please please, no! I'll do anything you want, please don't let him do that. Please Alex!" I was begging. I hated it. Hated the way you had me stooping so low. Your hands tangled in my hair pushing in harder causing me to cry out as you shove me against my wall, pictures rattling when you hook my legs over your hips, grabbing at my bottom. Your hands slipped, the lube making it hard to hold on. The pace quickens and I let myself go limp forcing you to support all of my weight. I had hoped it would make it harder for you; however you just chuckled and continued.

The pace was much faster and I knew your where close.

"Fuck, little lamb..." You whispered wickedly in my ear, breath hot on my neck. "You are such a little bitch. I wasn't good enough for you? Needed a new fuck? You belong to me. If you fuck that malchick again I'll make you watch me rape that sweet little one right in front of you." You gripped my throat squeezing as the words cause me to sob nodding franticly.

A few more thrust and you were letting out animalistic grunts as you filled me pinning me to the wall, the whole time I stay silent while the tears trailed down my cheeks like they could wash away your kisses. Wash away the damage, the salinity of them drying out the pain leaving me hollow.

You pulled out allowing me to fall to the ground. I wasn't given much time to cope though for Pete grabbed under my arm tugging me to my feet and dragging me to my bed. He slammed me face down. I struggle, yet you hold me still. He spread me open adding more of the icy gel pressing his fingers deep.

"No need for that oh brother, my friend. Enjoy her." You growled smacking my bottom in demeaning manner.

"Why?" My voice meek. Why? Why were you doing this? Every time you inflicted horrors the question burned into my head.

"Because I can little lamb and because naughty detchvoka's like yourself have to be punished." Your hands took my jaw giving me a kiss filled with ridicule.

"Please Alex."

A loud crack sounded when your palm makes contact with my tear stained face.

"Shut your sodding rot." Another harsh kiss. "Not another sound."

You motioned for Pete to start. He doesn't hesitate and slammed in. I bit my mattress releasing a whimper. His hands pushed my bottom into the air for better leverage. Your fingers carcass my scalp rubbing small circles all the while Pete rammed into me making blood trickle down my inner thigh. He was smaller which I suppose I should be thankful for, but his hands touched everywhere. His knuckles kneaded in between my legs like he was trying to stimulate some form of pleasure for me, becoming angry when I writhed in response reaching for my headboard in an attempt to move away. He used a lot of lube leaving me sticky and not relieving much pain.

"Ah, fucking hell. She's so fucking tight." He moved my hips meeting each of his thrust. I stay quiet. If I just focus on something else maybe I could survive. His words made me feel sick. I didn't know him. He didn't know me. He was perfectly okay doing this to a girl he didn't even know. How could someone do that? How could anyone be so cruel? I thought only you were evil, clearly evil surrounded me though and I, a vessel. What did I do to cause this? Surely, I did something awful to have all this bad thursted into my life.

Another thrust.

No I can't. It's too many sensations. I can't pretend this isn't happening. I've never felt something so intrusive and brutal. It was so much worse and I hated every second.

He's breathing became choppy and thrust more frantic. You reached under me twisting my nipple causing me to cry out and lean into him clenching my muscles. He moaned ramming in a few more times before he spewed over my body. I closed my eyes collapsing on the bed. Your hands leave my hair and Pete turned me over opening my legs. With my remaining strength I kicked him away curling into myself. You took my ankle jerking me to you, prying my knees ajar and begin kissing me.

"Cum for Uncle Alex and we'll itty off." You licked my opening. I tried to sit up, but Pete took my arms leaning over to suckle on my breast. Your mouth played wicked games making me gasp. I couldn't make my body respond, exhaustion taking over. You sucked hard on me. My hips bucked, rolling against you. You placed rough kisses everywhere.

Your kisses felt like nothing. I had felt love and now? I couldn't feel anything for your mouth. I never could; however, now that I knew how delicious the sensation could be it made yours appear clumsy. I always assumed you were skilled maybe because of the mere fact I had nothing else to compare them too. They were less than nothing. I felt them; felt your teeth grazing over my flesh. Could sense your hot tongue gliding over my body, but they weren't like his. They weren't tender at all, did nothing to arouse me. My body had tasted love and knew the difference. This wasn't love. This was cruel. This was vengeful. I did something to anger you and was paying the price. I never imagined this would happen. You raping me was different. This was something else entirely though. You were sharing me. You were degrading me so I would learn my place.

Maybe I could fake it? Girls do that. I take your hair pressing you closer moaning and grinding against your mouth. You insert some fingers. I moan again whispering your name. You pause looking up and pull away moving to my face.

"Liar." You slapped me, the sting unyielding to any other pain I had received previous to every other strike you delivered to me. The pain was evident, but seemed trivial in comparison to the rest of the pain you inflicted. You glared at me knowing I was false in my pleasure. I no longer cared almost hopeful for death. Maybe this would be the final time? Maybe you would finish me off? Sincerely, I don't suppose I would have minded all that much. I welcomed death with open arms. If that was your intentions, I would happily embrace it. You weren't near that merciful though. I should have known better by now shouldn't I? Death would have made me happy, and you were dead set on preventing my happiness.

Pete glanced to you surprised when you signal for him to release me. He let go of my shoulder, I stand on weak legs watching as you both left me without another word. The door slams. I walked to the shower turning on the water. Steam filled the enclosed space, my throat aching when I inhaled the thick vapors. The water beats on me like everyone else does. I take it. No sounds of distress. My body void of emotions. The filth disappeared down the drain swirling, a whirlpool of something from nightmares. I began washing my hair wincing when my wrist throbs. Looking down, I see the discoloration and swelling. Using one hand I finished up stepping in front of my mirror.

The damage was evident, though not terrible. The swelling in my lips had gone down. Contusions covered my waist, black and brooding. My face was detached. I couldn't feel sadness or anger just acceptance. Burning erupted in my stomach. I thought of what you did, could feel your thick cum in my stomach. I leaned over the toilet shoving my fingers down my throat retching and gagging until it all came up. I wouldn't, couldn't look as I flushed it down.

Clothing came next. I could conceal the marks and pretend. My sheets were ruined so I start laundry pouring an entire bottle of bleach with it. Finally, I stepped onto my porch and lay flat on the smooth metal. Closing my eyes, I recall his touch. The way 'I love you' tasted when he whispered it against my lips our breaths becoming one. The way his stubble scratched on my breast as his cheeks tickled my skin. He was gentle, his intentions were pure. He didn't leave me broken. He filled the cracks with soft embraces.

I stayed still forever, reliving his touch, washing away the horror. I could go to the pharmacy later. Right now, I just wanted to stay alone.

Time passes. Minutes or hours, time irrelevant. Peace was fleeting though.

"Oye, get up!" Hands wrenched me up causing me to jerk awake becoming aware of what was happening.

The guys stood above me, a large thick fellow and a lanky one. They smiled at me dragging me into my small living room and throw me down. The bigger one held me, rendering me defenseless as the lanky guy began pulling off my panties and tugging my legs apart. I used my knee slamming it into his jaw. He howls glaring at me.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I strained against the thick one's strength thrashing as I kicked over and over. This wasn't going to be easy for them. I repudiated.

"Hush, it's going to happen regardless, might as well enjoy it." He laughed covering my mouth with a heavy hand, his knee a wedge between my knees ensuring they stayed open to all of his wicked fantasies. "Tell me miss, have you ever had two men take you at once?"

I screamed in his hand furious. They both chuckled moving my body while their clothing left their hefty forms.

My mouth was freed for the briefest of seconds.

"Where is Alex?"

They look up puzzled. Neither answered, but instead contorted my body in order to serve their needs. My mouth trapped once more as the lanky situates me on top of him keeping the rest of me for the other. I bit into his hand while they entered simultaneously. The pain so dreadful my eyes fluttered shut and I'm sure I blacked out for a minute.

I don't know how long it lasted. Honestly, I'm not sure I want to know how long it actually lasted. Longer than hours, shorter than years? How many times they switched roles. How many times I screamed in agony begging to be taken away. God was a lie.

I lost all sense of religion after these months. If there was any celestial being in the universe they wouldn't let someone suffer so severely. I did nothing to deserve the nightmarish life I led. No sins that went unrepentant. I did nothing to you! You wrecked me because you could. You destroyed my happiness, my body, and left me hollow, unable to forgive you. You left me with hate.

Time passed.

They left.

I stayed crumpled, blood and semen covering me once more, throbbing radiating everywhere.

Another shower.

Another sweater.

Another day.

I survived another day.