Chapter 3 continuation
Soft steps bounced off the floor. Which side they sounded from was a mystery to me. Groping along the wall, I bumped into something and almost dropped this thing. It was the curbstone on which the vase stood. I walked a couple more steps forward until I hit the wall. I was in the corner. A kind of dead end.
“Come here, baby,“ I felt someone else's breath on my neck.
A plan began to appear in my head. Male hands touched my thighs and squeezed them lightly. My rib cage rose more and more. My heart was pounding like I was running a kilometer-long marathon. Goose bumps went down my spine, I clearly felt the guy's chest near my back. His breathing was calm, which cannot be said about me. Soft lips brushed against my neck. I shuddered at the unexpected action. The curbstone with the vase was still behind the guy and I had to try to take it. Then I could hit Dean and try to run away. But what can I do with other guys? Nothing. The guy pressed me roughly against the wall and dug into my lips, holding my chin with his long fingers.
"Open your mouth," Dean growled imperiously.
He persistently continued to kiss me, trying to crawl his tongue into my mouth. I hated to think that if it went too far, then I would be raped. He bit my lower lip and I screamed. His tongue quickly entered my mouth and he began to draw different patterns. I tried to turn away, but Dean held my chin tighter, not allowing my head to turn. One of his hands held me, and the other wandered around the body, lifting his T-shirt. I opened my eyes and looked towards the vase. I can't reach her. She stands a stone's throw from me. The guy released my chin and grabbed it by the waist, lifted it, forcing me to throw my legs on his hips. He got tired of procrastinating and his hands reached for my bra.
“No! Do not touch me!“ The fear came back to me and I panicked.
Forgetting about the vase, I started to struggle again. But I understood that he would not stop. Here are his colleagues, who would not want to earn credibility among their acquaintances? It doesn't matter which way, but I think we should all do it to become an authority figure. “Okay,” Dean whispered and I already thought it was over, but I was wrong.
He jerked off my T-shirt and pressed me against the wall with his body and began kissing my neck, sinking lower and lower. “Please,” I pleaded, trying to cover myself.
Everyone present laughed at my helplessness. He grabbed my wrists and jerked me against the wall. I kept looking at the vase, but now the chances were zero. Tears flowed from my eyes... And I gave up.
“I thought you wouldn't succeed. If you see it through to the end, then so be it. I'm going to jump off a cliff into the water,” some guy said, to which Dean chuckled.
Did they bet on me? The room filled with my sobs. Each tear that broke free showed how much it hurt me. I just gave up. In this city I am defenseless. The police cover up the gang and it is simply pointless to contact them. The Darkness gang is dangerous. And it's deadly to cross their path. Just imagine, you are walking along the road and you are hit to death by a truck.
Slowly, painfully touches the most painful part, and then darkness sets in.
So is the "Darkness" gang.
I watched nervously as the guy pulled off his shirt. Everyone was whispering and no one wanted to help me. It was fun for them. Nothing more. The hysteria passed and I just resigned myself. I plunged into my silence, into my world. The guy reached for my bra, but there was a creak and someone entered the room. Another viewer, but I quickly changed my mind when the lights came on and I saw his expression. Dean froze, stopped his actions and turned his head back to see who interrupted him. The blond went inside and there was silence. Everyone expected his reaction. The guys who were sitting on the sofas watched closely, then at Jay, then at Dean. Expectation and tension began to float in the air. The blue-eyed one, still silently, went inside.
“What's going on here?“ Asked the blonde, more sarcastically than seriously and sat down on the sofa, exactly where they began to pester me.
The guys were silent, looking closely at Dean, waiting for his answer. I returned from heaven to earth and now expected what was happening. I watched Jay, praying that he would help me. Although it is foolish to hope for help from someone who has begun to drag you into darkness.
“I'm listening,” the blue-eyed one barked. Dean put me on the floor and walked to the side, putting on a T-shirt. My legs stopped holding me, my body shook with fear, and goose bumps went down my skin. I rolled down the wall and sat on the floor, resting my head on my knees and covering my face with my hands so that no one would see my tears. My weakness.
“She's yours? Sorry, we didn't know, “ the guy rattled.
“We? You wanted to fuck her in turn, like all the other whores?“ Jay growled. “Dude, we have nothing to do with it,” another voice said, and then there was assent.
Heavy steps began to approach and I raised my head, wiping my eyes with my palms. Another brown-haired man approached me, whose name I did not know, he lifted my T-shirt from the floor and came up to me, holding out my clothes.
“Get dressed,” the guy whispered and sat back on the sofa next to Jay.
Jay looked me in the eyes and then looked down. I quickly pulled on a T-shirt, trying to hide from prying eyes. The blond got up from the sofa and slowly began to approach me. His eyes were no longer blue. Jay took me by the wrist, forcing me to stand up. I got to my feet, looking at the guy with frightened eyes. His decision could change everything. He can let the guys touch me and then no vase will help me. Although, in any case, it would not help, but still there was hope.
The blond bent down to me and whispered softly so that only me and no one else could hear: “Show your finger who else touched you.”
He straightened up and I looked around the room. The darkness did not allow me to see anyone who touched me. The only thing she was allowed to know was Dean. It took him out of the game.
“Dean.”
“Who else?”
“It was dark. I did not see.” I looked at Dean.
His fists clenched and his jaw tightened. He looked at me and imperceptibly his lips began to move: “You're finished,“ the guy whispered.
“You know what I'll do to you, right? “ Jay let go of me and walked over to the guy, they stood face to face.
“Are you serious? Jay, we went through all sorts of things together, and you are suddenly going to get rid of me because of some whore?“ Dean shook his head as if in disbelief.
“I'm not going to get rid of you,” the blond said slowly, walking over to the sofa and sitting down on it.
“God,” the brown-haired man breathed out. “I already thought...”
“But you will immediately be taken to the left corps.”
“Are you serious? Are you serious?! “the guy went to shout, coming up to Jay. “You touched mine! No one dares to touch what is mine!“ The blond got up abruptly from the couch and walked over to Dean.
“You will play with her, and then you will kill! She is your next toy!“ The guy shouted, but before he could finish, Jay's fist flew into his jaw.
“I said to leave the left building,” the blue-eyed man growled and left the room.
The body shook when Jay came out. I was afraid of Dean. I scanned his every movement with my eyes. But nevertheless, I was afraid of all those who were here.
“As soon as I return from the left building, I will find you and finish what I started. Remember this.” He turned around and walked right at me.
I pressed myself against the wall to somehow increase the distance between us. All the guys stood up, waiting to take the curly-haired guy away if something happened.
The brown-haired man came up to me and bent over to my ear: “You’ll moan under me and ask for help.” His hand touched my thigh and squeezed it. “ but no one will help you.
“Stop it,“ I was disgusted to listen to this, I shoved him away, but he again pushed me against the wall.
“Dean, get away from her. Let's go,“ said some guy and came up to us, turning the brown-haired man by the shoulders.
"I will avenge you," Dean hissed and left the room.
All the guys followed him, leaving me alone. I had to run away. Run away from this place, otherwise it will destroy me. Going to the window, I opened it. Thank God it was without bars. Glancing around to make sure the door was locked, I climbed onto the windowsill and looked down. Second floor. The jump is dangerous. But risk is better than being a toy for violence. The feeling of anxiety did not leave me. After making sure there were no guards nearby, I jumped.