A harrowing scream, pleading for them to stop

From Create Your Own Story

You scream until your lungs run out of air, causing both of the men to freeze in shock. You take in a long, shaky breath, half sobbing, shaking violently. "Please!" You wail. "Leave me alone!" Tears stream from your eyes and cause your pretty hair to stick to your face. The two men exchange glances briefly, before the man sitting next to you grasps your hands again. There really isn't any point. You don't even put a struggle anymore. You just break down into hard, breathy sobs, so hard that you make yourself gag a little. "What the fuck are you doing Diran!?" Shouts the man holding your wrists to the man on the floor. "Keep going!" Diran goes back to eating you out, but even he seems to have lost his drive. A few more minutes of this sad scene pass, and any pleasure you may have had forced on you are drowned out by a growing sickness in your gut. Eventually, a voice you've not heard in a while speaks up.

"Enough!" Shouts Will, pushing Diran away from you and grabbing the other man by the collar. "What fuck do you think you're doing?" He growls at him. "I thought-" Stutters the man. "- but the boss said we could do what we wanted to her, they're just going to-" "No!" Shouts Will, shaking the man. "He said you could play with her a little, not fucking torture her!" He pulls him to one side, away from you, then stands over you, holding on to the roof of the car for support. You slowly close your legs and curl into a ball, still crying your eyes out. Will shakes his head. "If she doesn't co-operate, i'll have your fucking head for this Demetrios!" He spits at the man, before pointing at you briefly. "Put her out again and keep her out. Lay a finger on her after that and i'll cut it off."

"Yes sir, o-of course sir..." The man, who now know is called Demetrios, whimpers. He produces the stun gun again and turns it on. He presses it into your neck once more, but this time with real hatred. He shocks you until it all goes black again...

The nightmare begins.


Status
Health Unconcious Condition:

Battered and bruised

Mental State Unconscious
Day 0
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