She had never been so scared. The room spun, as she clawed at the dirty sheets beneath her. She needed to brace herself. She felt him hanging between her legs. She went crazy, flopping her body, wildly, to try to stop him from entering her. The guy put a forearm to the back of her neck and stuffed her face into the mattress. Her lungs screamed for air. The more she fought, the harder he pushed. She couldn’t breathe. She tried to sip the air, whatever relief she could find, but he had her head pressed so firmly that she knew he had no problem killing her.

“Stop fighting, bitch.” He grew frustrated by her lack of cooperation and was too caught up in his assault to realize she couldn’t hear his command. He punched her in the back of the head and Morgan saw flashes of white, as her head rang from the blow. She stopped moving, stopped resisting; because if she didn’t, she knew she wouldn’t make it out of the room. His weight eased, slightly, and she was able to gulp in air. She screamed in agony, as he rammed himself into her. It was different than what Lucas had done. This man was taking her anally and without any lubrication. She howled. The pain was so great that she couldn’t stand it, but she had no choice but to endure it.

She was grateful when she felt him pull out and empty his seeds on her back.

“Retarded bitch,” he stated, as he hawked up a glob of spit and marred her body with more of his fluids, before buckling his pants and fleeing from the room.

She rushed into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind her. She had lost control and she covered her mouth to stifle her cries, as she sobbed uncontrollably. She was too afraid to step out into the room. She, desperately, hoped Nish came back for her. How could she just watch? Morgan thought. She didn’t know if they were coming back for more, but she would barricade herself in the bathroom until housekeeping came in the morning.

“Yo, bruh, you might want to look at this,” Isa said, as he slid his iPhone across the table. Messiah took his arm from around the young lady he was entertaining, and frowned, as he picked it up.

When his eyes landed on the video on the screen, fire coursed through his veins.

“This live?” he asked, his jaw clenching in anger.

“Yeah, man,” Isa said. “That little bitch, Nish, streaming that shit on IG.”

Messiah’s heart settled in his stomach, as he watched Morgan fight against Lucas in the video. It was obvious that she wasn’t a willing participant. Even if she was, Messiah would have reacted the same. He heard Nish and another voice making insulting jokes, as they witnessed Morgan struggle, but did nothing to help.