I shiver when they begin to move, in sync. They’ve done this before, how many women have they done this too? And they’re at the same club every Saturday.

I try to mull over the sexual assault cases my firm gets, but I can’t think of one that was five men in this area. Maybe they don’t normally do it here, maybe across state lines. Maybe the women are too afraid to tell.

The memories of posters of missing women’s faces dance through my mind. Maybe they kill them when they’re through.

“Hey, Macey.” Taker croons, looming over me. I was so lost in thought and stunned by fear that I hadn’t realized he crawled onto the bed.

Kane, the leader of their sick club, stays to my left. Choke is to my right, and Daze and Blade stand at my feet. All of their cocks pulsating around me as they stroke themselves.

I turn my attention forward to Taker. His hungry eyes sweep over my shaking body like he’s going to devour me.

Their names must correlate, he takes things.

Taker’s massive body devours mine, thick muscle, and an even thicker cock. I would be impressed if I weren’t so terrified. “Please.” I beg, my voice barely a whisper.

His hand gently rubs over my forehead, pushing the wet hair from my face. “Shh, sweetheart.” He coos, “don’t you want to know what my kink is?”

I shake my head, although a bead of curiosity prickles down my skin. “No.”

“I like to take.”

One of the men howls in laughter, but I don’t catch who it was. “It’s Rape, Taker. Just say it for what it is.”

“Fine.” He barks at his friend, his muscles constricting. “Rape. My kink is raping worthless,” his hand rears back, landing a bone chilling smack directly on my cheek. “Stupid little whores.”

“Why me!” I cry out. “Oh, God.” I scream, but no one will hear me. Not in my state-of-the-art modern home, with its thick walls and sound proofing.

Taker takes his hand over my cunt, sweeping his finger across my clit. “I saw how you acted at the club; women like you are fucking begging for a man like me to take control.”

“No, I wasn’t!” I kick, and thrash and he simply smiles at my protest. He loves this, he loves that I’m weak and unable to stop him. To stop them.

“I love a slut who puts up a fight.” Then, he leans down to whisper in my ear. “I want your body thrashing against my hard fucking cock as I rape your tight, sweet little pussy.”

“I’m a virgin!” I cry out, hoping there is some shred of decency in one of them. Maybe Kane will stop this madness.