I can’t move. I’m standing at the door way staring at Joey’s dark eyes and he’s smiling like a fucking gimp. My heart is beating faster because I know what’s going to happen to me. JC walks by, glancing over his shoulder at Joey and me. Splatters of blood is around his mouth and dribbled down the front of his white shirt. I’m guessing Joey raped a girl, then JC killed her. Fuck, double time. He stops walking and pushes Joey to the side. JC stares down at me, telling me with his eyes to move aside. I do and he walks in the room and enters the bathroom, slamming the door like always.nextJoey strokes his chin, “Busy or are you… entertaining someone?”
“Chris is sleeping.”
“Chris never sleeps. He’s either high, doped or passed out. Never sleeping. He can’t.”
“Fine, he’s passed out.”
He licks his lips just as Lance passes by. He’s covered in blood as well. Dear God, please don’t tell me that girl was hit three times. Unlike JC, Lance keeps walking by ignoring us all. Joey leans forwards towards me, “Don’t say things to make me happy. Got it little fuck?”
I hate him. “What happened to the blonde?”
His smile returns, “She said yes.”
“And that’s bad?”
“She was loose so I called up JC and Lance to have their way with her. Lance pumped her so hard he tore her fucking walls. JC had his…” he swallowed as if he didn’t wish to talk about what his “friend” had done. “JC has his way with her. Then he cut off her hand and plans on using it like those fucking monkey hands you get in India. Sick fuck.”
“So where is she?”
“Dumpster out back. Now Justin, going to let me in the fucking room now?”
I don’t want to. But I hear JC flush the toilet and I know I have no choice. I move to the side and let him pass me by. The bathroom door behind me opens up and I’m shoved into the wall before me. I let go of the door and it slams shut. JC is quick to lock it and pushes me again to get past and into the main room. He takes a seat in the corner and reaches for my cell phone. Probably making another hour long distance call, but I don’t mind paying for it.
Joey lifts Chris off the bed and drags him into the bathroom. He’s too lazy to lift him into the tub so he just places him on the cold tile floor and steps over his body, kicking him in the head purposely. I’m in the corner watching the two men do their thing around my room. Joey walks back to the bed and removes his shirt. He looks over at me, “What the fuck are you standing around for?”
I force myself not to cry out. Kneeling before the foot of the bed, I lie forward so that my ass is sticking up. Tears are on the verge of coming from my eyes but there’s nothing I can do. Only submit to their power. I am helpless. I unbuckle my pants and slip them towards my knees. My ass is fully exposed. I tuck my arms in front and under my chest as Joey rubs himself to get hard. Dear God… there’s blood on his dick.
I can hear JC mumble into my phone. I listen to his words and I feel safe. As long as JC is with me, I feel no pain, no harm. Just pleasure… yes. Justin only feels pleasure.
I must convince myself over and over.
It never works.
JC. “Gennie, just calling to let you know I’m in Diego. I might drive up and see you tomorrow. I miss you. I love you.” Beep.
Joey. “Gonna take a hit of the little pussy?”
JC. “He’s all yours. I think I might play with my new toy.”
Joey. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to get off using her hand.”
JC. “Better then Justin’s hole.”
Joey is standing behind me.
I scream. JC leaves. Door slams. Tears fall.
Black is all I see. Pain is all I feel. Blood is all I smell.
Joey ripped me… again. I can feel the blood slid down my legs. He grunts and cums inside me. He slaps my ass then leaves the room. I do nothing but cry.
Chris is snoring.