Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 122609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Angry tears welled in her eyes as they stared down one another.
“AHHH!” The tall one came over and cracked her head with the butt of his gun and she saw stars. A ringing sound took over her left ear and the pain radiated throughout her entire body. She winced when the warm crawl of spit trickled down the side of her face. When she looked up, the abuser was smiling, evil and rage welling in his small blue eyes. Perhaps Archer had humiliated him so badly, all he could do was unleash on her. Archer did warn her about that.
“Y’all are flunkies! You do whatever James says, right?! IF I’MMA DIE, I’M GOING TO DIE ON MY TERMS! FUCK. EACH. AND. EVERY. ONE OF YOOOUUUU!!!!”
She jerked around and caught a glimpse of the one that had been standing on the left, now fiddling with his belt. A lump formed in her throat.
“You talk too fucking much, you know that? I’m going to put something nice ’nd hard in that big mouth of yours to keep you quiet.” An evil, nasty smile spread across his wide face that showcased a rotten tooth on the lower row of his grill. With a flick of his hand, his pants lowered to his knees, clinging to pale, short legs. His underwear tented from his erection and her stomach roiled at the sight. He yanked his briefs down, exposing a short, fat, purplish-hued cock and large balls surrounded by dense dark brown pubic hair. He was breathing harder now, sweating and staring at her with sickening concentration. His large barrel chest rose and fell beneath his shirt, his excitement palpable. Grabbing the base of his manhood, he drew closer to her and reached for the crown of her head.
“You touch me and I’ll bite that sad little inch worm you call a dick in half, chew it and spit it out on this gotdamn floor. Mr. Chubby will never rise to the occasion again. And I’ll still be talkin’. That’s a promise,” she barked.
The bastard’s smile suddenly vanished and the ringleader burst out laughing.
“James was right about you… you’re funny. Too bad I don’t have much of a sense of humor.”
She then felt her face spin so hard, she almost blacked out. She tried to hold on to the tail of the light, to the hem of sounds, but her grip was slipping. The men were yelling at her and one another as she drowned into nothingness, attempting so hard to hold on to reality. She heard herself screaming as something sharp and painful pricked her arms and knees. The here and now was fading.
STAY. AWAKE! STAY. AWAKE!
From their tones, they were asking questions, but they all sounded muffled, like voices underwater. The more she remained quiet, the worse the torture was… At one point she smelled burning flesh, and as she screamed to dear God, she could not speak a word to them. Raw pain seared across her arm and wrist. Someone was squeezing her injured limb. She felt heat at her feet, like a lighter or open flame licking her skin. The pain was so intense, it was her undoing. At last, she lost consciousness…
James stood in his living room that boasted two large black marble fireplaces. He rotated the Baoding balls in his palm as he waited for Tone, Lou and Billy to enter. They’d spent hours with Honey and once she passed out again, he demanded they return to base. The men came in, covered in blood. His heart thumped against his ribs as his anger soared. Marzz’s ‘Countless Times’ played as he swallowed, then rotated his head, relaxing his tense muscles. His temper was as hot as the flames of hell.
He tossed the balls on the floor.
“James,” Billy began, pleading his miserable case while he grabbed his bow and arrow and pulled back. “I know you’re upset that she wouldn’t… SHIT!”
He released it… It struck Tone in the forehead. Bullseye.
“NO! DON’T! ARCHER! FUCK!” Billy yelled, his complexion suddenly ashen.
“My directions were clear. I told you motherfuckers to break her down. Make her agree to my proposal. I didn’t say try ’nd fuck her! Make her suck you off!” he roared. He stormed over to Tone, who was nailed to the wall with an arrow in his forehead. Blood dripped from it as his eyes looked up at God, and his soul slipped down into Hell. Dead as a doorknob.
He snatched the arrow from the man’s skull and went to his couch while the other men stared at him, speechless. When he’d seen Tone pull his pants down on camera and try to assault Honey, fury flared within him. Flashes of his dark, sickening memories overpowered him, and he couldn’t control himself. This was the one violent act he could never condone. As soon as he was getting ready to leave the control center to stop this madness, he witnessed Honey diffuse the situation, but he still wasn’t satisfied. Tone needed to learn there were consequences to such things. Inexcusable things. He would never tolerate a woman being defiled on his watch.