Bloody Angel

Chapter 009

“I--” I swallow to add effect on how I look. I am still lying on my back, so it’s hard to act. “I’m curious what’s on the boat.” All the while making my voice tremble at random points in my speech.

He sits up and helps me do the same. I wipe my tears and scoot away from him. My back hits a tree. Good. I calculated well.

The man studies me—at the way I pull back from him and the way I shiver in fear. He outstretches his arms, but I make myself smaller.

“Hey, Will--”

“Shhhh,” the man called Will scolds. “I found a kitten.”

The other three look at me and they smile. Like Will, they all see me as some kind of scared animal that they can take advantage of.

“That’s a very beautiful kitten,” one of the men breathes.

“What is she doing here?”

“Probably someone jealous of her beauty.”

One of the men takes a step forward, but Will stops him. “Easy, Turner.”

“Please let me go,” I beg them.

Oh, please don’t! I need you all to not control your animal urges. Wreak me for all I care. In that way, I will have the last laugh.

“Do you think she’s worth more than the weapon?”

“Very much so.”

“I find her first,” Will says and crawls towards me.

I look behind me and before Will catches hold of me, I run, slower than usual. Come on, catch me jerks! Will did, and he pins me on the ground.

“Little cat. Don’t run away from us.”

“Let’s make quick work of her and then let’s enter the boat.”

“No!” I scream.

“I’ll be first,” Will says and lifts me. I struggle against him, but he’s huge and muscular—it’s as if I am hitting a rock. These four, I am sure they are sent here because of rape.

Will drops me on the ground. This time, we are hidden by the surrounding bushes.

“Faster!” one of the men says.

“Of course,” he rakes my body. He takes off his shirt, and I marvel at the muscles rippling along his arms. His abs are well-toned. Wow! How will I be able to make this look and sound like rape when this one has such a delectable body?

Then he pulls up my shirt and I try to struggle against his groping hands. Annoyed, he rips my shirt off, including the necklace that I had taken from that starting room. Too bad though, I liked that accessory.

Suddenly, he puts my n****e in his mouth and sucks while he plays around with my other chest. A moan almost escapes my lips, but I cough instead.

“Please, no,” I whisper, but my pleasure is continuously rising. I reach for his head and push him down so that my back won’t arch in pleasure. Ah, I love this. I am so sensitive that every touch makes me want to just let it all go and forget about the reason why I let them target me in the first place.

He rubs against me and I wish he would start already. My body is already craving for it. If that Sherwin guy is late, I’ll just enjoy this. No, I can enjoy the other three that are waiting for their turn. He pulls down my pants, and he enters me without a problem. He stops sucking my chest and looks at me. Confusion clouds his features.

“You are so f*cking wet, slut,” he comments.

I look down at him. A smile forms on my lips. “I am, so f*uck me silly, asshole,” I answer.

He smiles back, and he grabs a handful of my hair. “You lovely wench. I can’t believe a woman like you exist.”

He pulls back and thrusts. This time, I let a moan escape my lips. He pulls back again and thrusts, continuously. He’s f*ucking thick that I wind my legs around his waist. To feel him more inside of me. F*ck! Why am I so sensitive? This is just the second day! Then his thrusts become faster and my moans become louder. I tighten around his shaft as my nails claw on his muscled back. I cover my mouth and bite my lips. I can’t be enjoying this much. I can’t. Then I feel his seed spill inside me as white light blurs my vision. F*ucking orgasm. It’s only Andy and Lucero who have made me feel like this before.

Will makes a satisfied groan and slumps on my chest. I look up and I wish those who are viewing this is given such a great show. I raise my hand to the sky and make a middle finger sign. Damn you all! I hope you get a good view of me before I f*ucking die!

After a few minutes of heaving, I find myself being lifted by Will again. He forces me on all fours and enters me from behind. I groan and my fingers dig into the soil.

“Beautiful,” he says as his fingers trail my bareback. Then he repeatedly enters me, ramming himself into me, until his seed comes spilling over my legs again. He groans, again and again, in pleasure. And I did the same. However, the next ones getting better than the first. I am getting lost in my lust and I even become an accomplice for him to devour me. The way he holds me, I'm sure there will bruises tomorrow.

“Will, are you not done yet? We are waiting here, bro.”

“I am about to be done,” Will says in a guttural voice. He’s deep in pleasure, so I am sure he’s not nearly done yet.

Then he makes me lie on my back and raises both my legs to his shoulders. He enters again as if he couldn’t get enough of me. But that’s until an explosion happens. I hear screams from the distance, but Will is too focused that he ignores the screams and becomes only aware of the explosion.

I smile. It’s about time, I think. I struggle against his hold, tears come to my face and I start to plead with him, saying, “Please enough, I can’t anymore... Please let me go. Please,” I cry, even if a soft moan is escaping my lips every time he thrusts inside me.

“What the f*uck is wrong with you?!” he asks, confused at the way I am crying, when he can clearly feel that I am tightening around him. He knows I am enjoying every moment of this.

Then shadow casts over us and I smile inwardly. He’s still inside me when he turns around, making a soft plop as he exits. Then Will faces a machine made of metal. It’s just an exoskeleton but is in the shape of a T-Rex, but smaller. It’s like a DIY toy with only its basic structure available, no flesh and blood. Its mechanical tail is wagging slowly and then beside it is Sherwin—the eyeglasses guy that looks like Oliver.

“You rapist! Taking advantage of women!” he says, angry.

“I’m n--”

Will wasn’t able to defend himself when a ray of light comes out of the machine’s mouth. It hits the center of Will’s forehead, and comes out on his back, hitting the tree behind him, where it sizzles and leaves a dark circle on it.

When Sherwin’s attention goes to me, I scoot back and cover myself. I need to show him a picture of vulnerability. But instead of helping me with my clothes, he turns around and says, “I won’t hurt you, but you need to dress yourself, else you will call bad things upon you.”

I smile. A boy toy and an animal—no, a robot toy. Now, that’s a powerful weapon. And they are all for me.