Chapter 120 Chapter 120
TW: Rape
Reed
“What the fuck is this?!” I yelled. “Whatever joke you think this is, it's not funny! I’m not supposed to be here!”
Skull’s grip tightened, thick arms like steel coils locking me in place. His chest was solid, his body hot like a furnace, and every instinct in me screamed that I needed to get out—now. My heart was thundering so hard it drowned out every other sound.
“No—no, get your hands off me!” I jerked, twisted, tried to slam my elbow back into his ribs, but it was useless. The man didn’t even flinch. My panic shot up my throat and I looked back over my shoulder—
The officer was already walking away.
“Wait—what are you doing?! Why are you leaving?! Get me out of here!” My voice cracked, shattering under the weight of terror. I hadn’t sounded like that since I was a kid. Desperate. Hysterical. Cornered.
The officer didn’t even glance back. “What’s it look like?” He asked, slow and smug. “The only thing keeping you safe was the Alpha, but even he wants nothing to do with you now.”
My stomach plummeted.
“He paid to make sure you sign those papers through any means possible. It's obvious a beating’s not gonna get through someone as narcissistic as you, so the Captain figured you needed to be humbled. Coincidentally, Skull and his boys been wanting to get their rocks off. They paid to have you—and here we are.”
My knees buckled. “You’re just gonna sell me off like a piece of meat?!”
“Yeah.” The officer turned at the bars, eyes cold. “You're a criminal. Actions have consequences. Think of it as poetic justice.”
My breath caught in my throat.
“After all, you're in the same position you put that poor Omega in all those years ago,” he added, voice like poison. “Except you might actually enjoy this, since you’re into guys. Maybe you'll finally learn through experience.”
He slammed the cell door shut. The click of the lock was louder than any gunshot I’d ever heard. He walked off, whistling like this was just another Tuesday.
“No—no, please!” I screamed, fingers gripping the bars till they turned white. “Come back! Don’t leave me in here! You can’t do this!”
Skull yanked me backward. I hit his chest with a sickening thud, breath flying from my lungs. The cell reeked of sweat and something fouler, something primal and suffocating. I clawed at his arms, nails scratching skin, but he didn’t budge.
"Hold him,” Skull ordered.
Two of the others moved at once, rough hands seizing my limbs. I kicked and thrashed wildly.
“No! Stop! Don’t touch me!”
They dragged me toward the stained mattress in the corner, my feet scraping against the cold concrete. My prison uniform was tugged and yanked, seams ripping with each second. I twisted hard, bucking with everything I had, tears already burning my eyes.
“Please, I’m begging you—don’t do this! Don’t—!”
The sound of fabric tearing silenced me.
I was shaking. Naked. Exposed. My body trembling violently, my voice strangled in my throat. Every part of me screamed for Rayne. For Ash. For anyone.
“I’m sorry!” I gasped, snot and spit clinging to my lips. “Please—don’t! I’m sorry—if all four of you take me at once, I’ll—I won’t survive it. I’ll be ruined, please—please!”
Skull laughed in my face. A slow, guttural sound that rattled my bones.
“Cut the act, twink,” he sneered. “You’ve been taking dick for seven years at least. This should be nothing for you.”
Then he added, voice dripping with cruelty, “If you don’t fight back and take it like a girl, we might make this good for you. But bite or try to fight back—and you’re dead meat.”
He laughed again as he reached for his waistband. My breath hitched.
His rock hard cock sprang out, heavy and threatening with veins lining the shaft and an angry red tip. I nearly doubled over in revulsion.
“No!” I shrieked, heart slamming against my ribs. “Please—I don’t want it. I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please, have mercy—let me go! I swear I’ll do anything! Rayne is the only one I love—he’s the only one who can be inside me! Please—stop it!”
A rough hand slapped my cheek, not hard enough to knock me out, just enough to remind me where I was. One of Skull’s men leaned in close, his breath sour with rot and dominance.
“That’s too bad, sweetheart,” he said, low and cruel. “That’s not how things work around here. We paid for your ass… and we’re gonna get our money’s worth.”
He paused—grinning—and added, “And then some.”
That’s when the panic swallowed me whole.
My scream tore the air in two as filthy hands grabbed at me. Fingers dragged across skin I didn’t want touched. My legs were forced apart, and all I could do was thrash and sob—too weak to fight, too terrified to move.
Everything in me shattered.
The hands were everywhere.
And then I felt it, a harsh, searing pain that nearly took my soul from my body as Skull buried himself deep inside me in one thrust with no type of prep. It was absolute hell. I tore instantly.
My scream rented the air of the cell, high and broken.
Darkness swam at the edges of my vision. Cold concrete under my back. Fingers digging into my thighs. The revolting sound of skin slapping against skin. Their breath. Their laughter. The blood trickling down my ass, the crushing weight of helplessness—of knowing no one was coming.
Rayne please… Please come and save me.
I need you. Please!!!