TW: This chapter contains mature themes and triggering content (sexual assault,abuse, violence). Read at your own discretion.
"Weren't you supposed to meet up with Jeremy today?" I asked James. We were driving somewhere deep in the forest, and I had no idea where we were—like we were heading nowhere, or maybe like he wanted to kill me and bury me.
I hadn't replied to Jeremy. He'd been asking where I was now and if he could come pick me up somewhere, but all of it felt inconsistent, since they had planned to meet. I decided to take the risk and ask James about it.
"Me? Why would I meet him? You're the one who set up plans with him," he snapped aggressively.
"Yeah, but he told me… about the proposal."
James didn't take his eyes off the road. He sniffed a few times and cursed under his breath.
"What proposal?"
"The one you made for Jeremy," I pressed my knees together.
"What are you… I never made Jeremy any proposal. He must've been messing with you," James tapped the back of my head with his fingertips. "And you believed him? Of all people, him?"
"Mhm…"
Did Jeremy lie to me? Or is this another one of James's tricks, and he knows about it? What if Jeremy knew the whole time what they've been doing to me and did nothing? My stomach growled at the thought. I grabbed it with both hands so he wouldn't hear, but I think I managed to hide it pretty well.
"We're almost there," he announced.
From a distance, I noticed the same house. The same place that gave me goosebumps.
An abandoned house. That same fucking abandoned house. What have I gotten myself into?
"And what did he tell you?"
I turned my head toward him.
"Just kidding, he didn't say anything," I tried to play it off as a joke, just in case Jeremy had nothing to do with any of this—I didn't want him to take the blame.
"So you made all that up?"
"Erm… exactly."
"Why?" He kept pushing. He wasn't one hundred percent convinced.
"I was just bored," I slouched down. My back looked like a mountain range you could hike for days.
"You know you're a terrible liar, right?"
A lump formed in my throat.
"I'm not lying," I whispered.
"All right, I believe you," he said in a neutral tone. Nothing in it sounded negative or positive, which only left me more numb.
The car stopped. We were there. The house didn't look like it usually did—there weren't any decorations, but somehow it looked even scarier tonight.
"We're getting out," he opened his door and stepped outside. He circled the car, glancing around but constantly turning his gaze back to me. He tapped on my window.
I jumped out in a flash and noticed a figure emerging from the house.
It was Malachai.
***
We walked inside. It was the same as always, except this time… there was a bed with a blanket set up against the dirty wall. I turned to James, but he was busy talking to Malachai.
"Want a beer?" Malachai asked us. James nodded and went over to his backpack.
"What's this?" I asked. "Since when is there a bed here?"
They looked at each other and smirked. The only response I got was the sound of a beer bottle being cracked open with teeth.
***
"I think I'm…" they started up a casual conversation. School, work, burnout, relationships.
I got a message from Jeremy.
Jeremy: I've been waiting here for ten minutes, where are you?
Maybe I should just tell him…
Me: At the abandoned house, where we were last time. Please come get me.
Jeremy: What the hell are you doing there?
I hesitated on what to reply. I only hoped he'd get here quickly.
Me: I'll explain later, but please hurry.
I glanced back at them. They weren't paying me any attention. I had to leave now. The door was open, which gave me a higher chance of slipping out unnoticed. Plus, Malachai was here, and he promised me he'd protect me from James—that nothing would happen to me.
I carefully rose from my seat.
"Hey, Mike, where are you going?" Malachai's empty eyes scanned me up and down.
"Be right back," I answered. I stepped backward, and I saw their bodies slowly rising from their seats. I spun around and bolted toward the door. Everything slowed down. My heart pounded unevenly. It didn't feel real. I heard every footstep, every breath. The only thing in my mind was the door—the way out.
I reached it, grabbed the handle, and flung it wide open.
"Where do you think you're going!" Malachai grabbed me. He threw me to the ground and pinned me to the filthy floor with both hands.
The more I pushed myself, the faster I lost energy, and I felt my arms and legs give out. "Do you have condoms?"
"I'll give you some later," James said.
"Leave me alone..."
"Be quiet," he said. His eyes burned as James grabbed my legs. Saliva leaked from my mouth one by one, flowing down my neck in a blissful stream.
"Please let go of me!" I screamed.
"Scream all you want," James rolled his eyes. He reached forward, toward my pants.
He touched the drawstring, untied it, and pulled the waistband down along with my underwear. "Do you know how much you turn me on?"
Malachai looked away from me and stared at the stain on the wall. It was large and covered in mold.
"How much time do we have?" James asked Malachai.
"Not much time," he replied.
"Then they'll have a show," James licked his lips.
Who is he talking about?
I heard Malachai unzip his cock and pull it out, shove it in my face, and then into my mouth.
"Shit," he began to pant.
James did the same thing Malachai had done moments earlier and shoved his cock straight into my ass. Again.
"I hope you won't mind going after me," James laughed.
He lifted my ass and pushed deeper. Malachai did the same in my mouth.
I clenched my fists; Malachai was still holding me tight, even tighter than James. I felt something in my throat that shouldn't be there, and I started to gag.
At that moment, all I could think about was the new, better life that would soon await me. Wherever that might be. The harder they pressed, the more realistic and less painful that fantasy became than my current situation.
"I thought you preferred taking one at a time," Malachai's voice echoed through the abandoned house. The sound resonated in my ears, ringing constantly. He pulled his cock from my throat, grabbed my cheeks, and looked into my eyes.
"Please..." I said. In the moments that followed, I felt waves of pain in my lower body. James moved more and more aggressively, making me sick. "Ah...!"
"Beg more, slut," Malachai spat at me.
"Ah...!"
His cock quickly reappeared in my mouth. I hadn't noticed it happening.
James's hand went to my shirt. He lifted it slightly and began to touch my stomach. His fingers went to my nipples, squeezing them too hard. I rolled my eyes. I wanted to push him away as quickly as possible, but I couldn't.
A phone rang nearby, probably Malachai's. No one got up to answer.
"Who the fuck is calling?" James shouted, letting out all the air in his lungs. "Fuck, you're so tight."
I had no choice but to give in. I stopped struggling and waited for it to end.
James's subsequent hip thrusts became slower and less precise.
I had lost trust in Malachai. He had deceived me, in the worst possible way. My only salvation was…
"What's going on here?"
Jeremy stood in the doorway, eyes wide, phone in hand.
Everyone froze. After a moment, James said,
"Fun."
To be continued in Vol. 2...