Chapter 127
127. Olivia
It doesn’t take long for Mky to get back inside the house and to have two of the men who took part
inst night’s ‘party‘ make sure my brother disappears for a few days. Maybe they will dump Jason in a
dumpster, and he will get taken to the recycling nt to be with the rest of the trash like him.
I am in the living room, eyeing the tequ bottle and nning how to snatch it without being seen,
when Mky approaches me.
“There’s a bathroom next to the kitchen. Take a shower, thene back here. You still have cock to
take.”
“Can I have something to drink?” I ask, hoping this time he won’t deny me.
Mky grabs a ss of vodka and pours it in front of me on the carpet and his shoes. “There you go,
baby.” The men presentugh, and Mky arches an eyebrow. Fearing a severe beating, I get on my
knees and lick Mky’s shoes. “The ce of women is on their knees, serving us, worshiping us,” he
says to the men while I clean his shoes with my tongue.
When I am done, he forces me to stand.
“Take a shower before I fuck you again. And make sure you clean your ass properly this time, I don’t
want any more shit on my dick.”
I rush to the bathroom, not wanting to be forced to lick more alcohol from the floor and scrub every inch
of my skin several times, not wanting to leave any trace of cum on my body or hair. I stay in the shower
until someone pounds on the door and yells at me to get out.
Minutester, I return to the living room. A man shoves a ss of whiskey in my hands, and while it is
not the same as drugs, it takes my mind off the pain while the men take turns fucking my ass. One has
his fist shoved inside me while another forces his cock down my throat, choking me on it, leaving me
without air up to one minute at a time, making me think he will kill me like that only to pull out of my
mouth just as I am about to faint and after a few gulps of air, he starts all over again until he finally
cums on my tits. He steps to the side, and another manes to me and has me suck him while the
one with the fist in my ass makes me feel like he is splitting me in half.
My tears make them hurt me more.
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It alles to a stop when Mky gets bored of me being passed around and tells me I can clean
myself an dress on. After I do as I am told, a blindfold is put around my eyes and tied tight around my
head, my hands cuffed behind my
back, and I am shoved into the trunk of a car and left there in the cold for hours until I think I will run of
air or die from hypothermia or from theck of drugs.
I am shivering so badly and crying, praying that all my suffering wille to an end soon when the
trunk opens.
“You are still alive. Good. If you make it tonight, I might reward you and give you some drugs,” a man
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tells me.
Mky.
I want to ask him what will happen tonight, but I am too tired, too weak to care.
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At least two more men are with him. I might not see them, but I can hear their footsteps in the snow.
A nket is thrown over me, and then the trunk is closed again. Maybe Mky will forget about me
and will leave me in here until I am dead and dposed.
The car starts, the movement making me so nauseous I end up vomiting. The smell makes me even
sicker, and when the car finally stops, I feel so relieved, hoping I will finally be let out.
“Disgusting bitch,” Mky snarls as he drags me out of the trunk by my hair. pping me hard across
my face, he adds, “I can’t have you covered in your own filth, and since there’s no shower here, you will
have to clean yourself with snow. Good thing I have some soap in the car,” and frees my hands.
I remove the blindfold and see the other two men–who took great pleasure in burning my arms with
their cigars before fucking my ass at the same time–leaning against the car, looking at me like I am not
worth a second of their
time.
While I remove my dress, Mky throws the soap at me. I am too cold to try to catch it, and itnds in
the snow. I crouch to scoop snow with my right hand while I try to figure out where we are. To my left is
a forest, the sun setting behind it.
Five cars are parked close to where I am, and six or seven men with guns in their hands are keeping
an eye on a group of at least twenty or thirty women who look very frightened.
“Hurry up, bitch,” Mky snarls at me and kicks me in the ribs.
I fall on the snow, and for a moment, I wonder what will happen if I refuse to get up. Will Mky kill
me?
When I am kicked again, hard enough to crack a rib, I move, not wanting to have any ribs broken. The
want to be forced to do again, as something tells me Mky is as evil as Carlos.
When I am smelling only like soap, I stand and let Mky know I am clean.
A new blindfold and an old man’s t–shirt are thrown at me. “Put these on, you dumb bitch,” Mky
sneers before he 10
shoves me towards the group of women. All of them are wearing next to nothing and no shoes on their
feet, and most of them are covered in needle marks and bruises.
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After I managed to put the shirt on, my fingers turned red and swollen from the cold, one of Mky’s
men put the clean blindfold around my eyes and then tied my hands behind my back. The rest of the
women and I huddle up together, hoping our body heat will prevent us from freezing, but I am shivering
so badly from theck of drugs that I doubt I will feel warm anytime soon. I am sure the cold has
something to do with it as well, as I can’t feel my feet anymore, but being forced to quit cold turkey is
making me violently sick.
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Mny,” someone whispers into my ear. She sounds absolutely terrified, but there is little I can do to
“0-01–Olivia,” Talking is difficult when my face throbs in pain from how hard I was hit by Mky but also
because my teeth keep chattering.
Despite the sobs around me, the sounds of cars approaching reach my ears.
“What do you think will happen to us?” Mny asks.
I hope we will be killed, or at least me, as I am sure Mny still desperately clings to life, but I made up
my mind a long time ago, only the fear of Jason beating the shit out of me and then having me fuck
men while I have at least one broken bone was keeping me alive all this time. But now that Jason is
not here… I can finally go on with my n and unalive myself.
Cars stop close to us, and the doors open, people getting out of them.
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