Chapter 3

Michael

I woke up to the sound of our front door being kicked in. My heart pounded in my chest as I scrambled out of bed, my mind racing with panic.

"Ryan?" I fumbled, hoping it was him, piss-drunk and unable to find his keys.

I rushed to the living room, ready to give him a piece of my mind, when the sight of three large men, dressed in black, with cold, steely eyes, froze my blood.

"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice shaking. "What do you want?"

One of the men stepped forward, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "We're here for you, Michael. Don't make this difficult."

I tried to back away, but barely made it to the next room. Strong hands grabbed me, pinning me to the ground where I struggled senselessly, wriggling like a worm, as the man half-crushed my ribs between his knee and the cold kitchen floor.

Placing the rest of his weight on my lower back, he breathed into my ear. "Actually sweetheart, please, do make this difficult. I would love the excuse to work on you a little…."

I froze at his words, knowing I would not stand a chance against these three brutes.

"Do we need an excuse…?" A second man approached us with a smirk.

"Please, I won't resist, but don't hurt me…." I begged with a hint of panic, feeling the grinding of the first man's massive erection against my thighs. Ryan. This is because of Ryan's debt… My mind raced. What have you gotten us into…?

The intruder's weight lifted a little as his hand scooped me by my waist, lifting my arse in the air. Within a second, my pants were stripped off me despite my efforts to fight him once more.

"No, we don't, but I love the struggle!" The guy lifting me up laughed.

Before I could even scream, one hand covered my mouth, while another squeezed my balls tight enough that I doubled up in agony, struggling to breathe. A knee spread me open before a thick finger found my clenched asshole, jamming at the small opening and shoving in hard. I howled in pain against the hand clamping to my mouth.

Oh, my God; it hurts so bad! Please, don't let them rape me….

"Shut up!" He hissed, covering half my face with force.

"Let's shove a cock in his god-damn mouth. That'll shut him up!" A new voice suggested.

"Then, just fucking do it!" The man holding me snapped.

The moment I saw the tall figure in front of me as my hair was yanked, placing me at eye level with his crotch, a new wave of terror took over, sparking my adrenaline.

I squirmed in the air, wildly jerking my head back and kicking at my attacker's groin behind me. He nearly dropped me with a grunt when I was caught by the third stranger; a tanned man with a heavy accent, who threw me over his shoulder like a potato sack and carried me toward the living room. Ignoring my beating fists pounding on his back and my flailing feet, kicking his front, my attacker slammed me against the ground with one hand, hitting me straight on the face with the other.

"Get on your fucking knees!" He ordered, pulling me up by an arm.

My head was pounding and my ears kept ringing, yet everything was as if I was watching it happen to someone else in very slow motion.

"Open your mouth!" The man across from me held my head up once more with force.

Please… Please, no…. Where are you, Ryan? I need you!

Freeing his thick, heavy member from his slacks, he hit my face with it, smearing my lips with my own blood and his pre-cum. "I said to open your damn hole!"

Too terrified to process his words, I stared at his cock, wild-eyed. A second brutal slap knocked me over, landing my head hard against the tiles and leaving me dazed and almost unconscious.

A second pair of hands dragged me back into position, while four gloved fingers pressed against my tongue, prying my jaw open.

Please, God, make them stop…., please make this stop….

Words died as my mouth filled, gagging and choking, when the man's cock shoved violently against my throat.

"There you go, hole. Take my cock." My aggressor held my head in place, thrusting at a rough pace. Tears ran down my face as my airflow was blocked, suffocating me and making me throw up in my mouth. I was silently screaming and panting for air, feeling the walls close in on me and the world spin above my head.

"Make room," one of the other men said, as someone pried my knees apart, shoving a couple of fingers up my ass, excruciatingly hard.

The cock in my mouth jolted forward with a spasm, buried deep in place, until my entire world went black.

I woke up in a dark box, to the soothing lulling of a car in motion. It took me a second to get clarity but, when every memory came crashing down, so did the searing headache and the burning pain in my raw throat. Crawling to what seemed like the back of a truck, I pounded on the door, looking for a way out, ready to jump from the running vehicle if needed.

But there were no knobs, no doors and no windows and I figured we were going at enough speed that no one would hear my screams from the back of the steel box I was in.

Finally, the car came to a stop, and I was dragged out of the SUV.

"Good morning, princess." The man with the heavy accent mocked.

I stumbled, falling over the slightly damp grass. We were at a large, imposing mansion, surrounded by high walls and security cameras. They hustled me inside, down a long corridor, and into a luxurious room. My mind went into immediate survival mode as I crawled to a corner in fear, trying to cover my naked body with the bottom of the velvet curtains. But my captors just turned around, without a second glance, leaving me alone, confused, and emotionally wrecked.

The room was lavishly decorated with a king-sized bed, a plush sofa, and a small bathroom connected to it. But there were bars on the windows, and the door was locked from the outside. I was a prisoner and probably not the first this sumptuous room had ever held.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind reeling.

Who are these people…? Why me? My gut feeling already knew the answers, but my mind had not accepted them yet. Please, Ryan, come save me from your mess… A terrifying realization came to mind. Ryan. Oh, my God…. He never came home…. For all I knew, Ryan could already be taken, or dead.