I try to tip my head forward, but I don’t have the strength. A cock bounces on my shoulder and I turn to see Taker. He dips his hand behind my neck and holds it up so I can watch the way Blade is mutilating my skin.

He’s carving the first initial of each of their names.

His throbbing dick is still rock hard inside of me, he doesn’t move it but I can feel his thick veins pulsating against my newly stretched walls. “So much control to not fuck her.” Taker awes at him.

“I have to be steady so this will be perfect.”

“I would have liked to force my cock through your virginity,” he frowns, turning his attention to my face. “I love blood.” He talks like I’m a client receiving a tattoo from him.

He repositions me, it’s hard with the ropes but he cuts one of them, freeing my right leg. I don’t dare move with a knife this close to me. He turns me on my side from the waist down, slipping himself inside of me again gently and continuing his sick art.

A little while later, I let out a breath as he marvels at his finished work, “All done!”

KTCDB

My first tattoo, and it was while I was being raped.

Taker drops my head and moves back into position to pump himself. Will this night ever end?

“I have control,” Blade brags, laying the knife on my chest. The metal is icy cold against my skin. He begins to slowly rock back and forth. “I could do this for days,” He sneers, and worry bubbles up inside me. Will they be here for that long? Surely Jade will come for me by then when I don’t answer the phone tomorrow.

Oh my God, we’re going to Hawaii tomorrow. She’ll be here to pick me up for the airport in the morning! I discreetly pan my eyes to the clock. It’s five, the sun should start coming up in about an hour. If I can survive until then, I’ll be able to escape.

But it’s easier said than done, and what if they just snatch her up? God, knowing Jade she would probably fucking enjoy it.

Blade palms his knife, throwing it back and forth between his hands in a dangerous game of catch. If he drops it, I’ll surely be impaled. My fight or flight kicks in, and I begin to scream. “Squeal whore!” He shouts in my face, spit flying from his lips. I go to kick, and Taker holds my leg down, tying it back up.

He mimics a stabbing motion, laughing like a clown. He’s the worst one so far, fear is coursing through me, adding more adrenaline to my already over stimulated body.

“Enough.” Kane wants his turn, or he’s trying to save me.