Chapter Five

Margaret Mathias.

When I heard what he said, it made me swallow a deep breath. Denise and Salvador both had lustful gazes as they walked up to me with sinister smiles.

Denise, who looked slightly more mature, pushed me hard against the bed. I felt cold shivers run down my spine as I made attempts to stand up, only for Salvador to swiftly handcuff both my hands. I don't know how he managed to do it so fast. I shook myself violently against the bed while trying to get out of their grasp, but it was almost impossible, especially with the way their intense looks were focused on me.

"Please don't do anything that you might later regret." I pleaded; my voice came out husky. They both smiled as they leaned on the bed. Denise took one of my buds in his mouth as he sucked the flesh, like his life solely depended on it. Salvador spread my pussy apart as he massaged my flowery bud. I should have been scared, but the way they both masterfully worshiped my body made it very difficult to resist either of them. It made me crave more of their delicate touch. I swallowed hard, my body trembling, many thoughts running through my mind. I knew I had to do something to get out of this situation, even though the feeling was pleasurable; however, I couldn't let them use me for their own advantage.

"Please uncuff me, I want to puke, please..." I pleaded while making attempts to vomit. Denise immediately stopped what he was doing, a slightly concerned look on his face. He slightly smiled, more like he was finding the whole act funny. "Many girls have used that technique before, so this is not going to work on us."

"And the only service you can provide to us by keeping yourself alive is making sure we both are sexually satisfied." Salvador chipped in with a smirk as he crawled closer to my face; I could feel his huge bulge touching my bared skin, making things slightly more uncomfortable for me.

I ignored what they said and pleaded again, "I just need to get to the toilet, please." I begged. They both had a deep frown on their faces as they reluctantly uncuffed my hands and allowed me to go to the toilet. On reaching there, I turned back to see if any of them were watching, and then I forced myself to let out vomit by inserting my index finger right into my throat, making me gag. I then urinated while my eyes searched, trying to find an escape route.

A smile crept on my face when my eyes landed on the window, which was slightly open. I felt my heart racing faster than the normal pace, knowing fully well the risk I was about to take, but I was still ready to take it. With a deep breath, I walked to the window, climbed on the nearby bench, and attempted to maneuver my way into the small opening, but I was too large to fit in. When I was halfway through, I realized I was stuck, and then one of the metal pieces caused an injury to my abdomen. Blood pooled, and my head felt slightly dizzy. I pressed my teeth hard, trying to fight the urge to let out a painful scream. I tried as much as possible to act strong, but I knew my resilience was wearing off because the pain was becoming more unbearable as every second ticked.

With a deep breath, I pulled forward, causing a deeper injury as more blood seeped out of me, only for the bathroom door to be barged open. I noticed the angry face of Salvador, his eyes red with rage. Without thinking twice, he walked up to me, clearly looking aggravated as he pulled me to his hard chest, causing more serious injuries. I let out a painful scream, unable to hold back anymore until I felt my life slipping away. I accepted the welcoming darkness as I blacked out into nothingness.

'Why did you save her? She wanted to escape despite knowing the risks involved; you should have just let her die.' The voice of Denise flooded in; I could hear his voice even though my eyes were still closed.

'You don't expect me to just let her die?' Salvatore chimed in.

'And besides, she's not the only bitch we have decided to use as a sex slave; there are many ladies under my sister Jennifer whom we have used and disposed of like garbage, so what's so special about her?'

I then heard a growling sound from Salvador. I slightly opened my eyes to see what was happening, and that was when I saw Salvador had managed to tightly wrap his hand around the neck of Denise as he pinned him against the wall. 'You don't need to pretend, Denise. You know it and I know it that this lady is more special than you think and that the wolf in us is rather more protective than dismissive around her.'

"Wolf?" I asked audible enough for them to hear me while I opened my eyes.