8. eight

Fighting against my heavy eyelids, I struggle to open my eyes. I lift my hand to rub away the sleep, and I am shocked to find that although the movement hurts like hell, I'm not tied to the bed. Slowly, I rub my eyes, take a deep breath and a painful stretch.

It smells different…clean.

Ismell clean.

Reaching beneath the soft, thick blanket covering me, I am further surprised to find that I have clothes on as well. Lifting the blanket and peering down my body, I find myself dressed in a large T-shirt and men's boxers.

What the fuck is going on?

Where the fuck am I?

Racking my fuzzy memory, I try desperately to remember. Guillermo and Jorge wouldn't have given me away. I know they were making a fucking killing off the men rotating through my bed.

Did someone buy me?

Who buys a dirty, used-up cunt?

My heart begins to pound in my chest, which begins to drastically rise and fall as my breaths begin to grow increasingly deep.

Was I traded from one hell to another?

My head falls hard against the pillow, every bit of my body thoroughly exhausted from what little energy I just expelled. Every bit of me—body and mind—is so fucking tired. Sinking into the mattress, I pull the blanket up to my chin. The coverage is more for protection than comfort.

For now, I'll take a little solace in the fact that there isn't a man buried inside of me.

Lifting my arm, pain grates through my wrist like thousands of razors. My bladder is so swollen and full that I am reaching the point where I will no longer be able to hold my pee. I futilely try to clench my thighs together, but my ankles are bound to opposite corners of the bed.

"Please. Guillermo? Jorge?" My voice cracks as I call for the two men who couldn't care less about my well-being—just that the cunt between my legs can take a cock. But I desperately need someone to untie me so I can pee.

A breeze blows through the open window, and the cool air ripples goosebumps across my skin causing me to shiver.

And I'm done for. Unable to fight the urge any longer, warm urine pools beneath me saturating the dirty, sheetless mattress.

"What the fuck?" Guillermo stands over me with a scowl spread across his face. "Did you seriously just piss the fucking bed?"

His large, calloused hand crashes against my face, snapping my head to the side, as the clap of his skin against mine echoes around the room. He lifts his hand to strike me again, and I push backward trying to retreat into the mattress beneath me. Instead of striking me again, he grips my chin bruisingly hard and leans down until his lips are only a hair from mine.

He snickers, and his ever-rancid breath blows over my face and floods my nostrils. "These men fuck you unshowered and covered in cum. Do you think a little piss is going to deter them?"

Guillermo crashes his lips against mine and plunges his putrid tongue into my mouth. I want nothing more than to bite it off, but I can only imagine the wrath that would reign over me. If not from him, from Jorge.

I vigorously swallow when he pulls back, gagging and trying to rid my mouth of his vile taste. Guillermo stands beside the bed with a devilish smirk on his face. It only grows when undoes his zipper and pulls out his cock.

Expecting him to crawl on the bed and take from me what he has so many times before, I close my eyes and grit my teeth. My whole body twitches when a trickle of warm liquid splatters across my breasts instead.

Opening my eyes, I'm met with the sight of Guillermo urinating on me. The devilish smirk has morphed into something far more sinister as he continues to empty himself onto me. Shaking the last drops from his tip, he stuffs himself back into his pants and snarls, "You think a little piss will stop them from fucking your dirty cunt, I'll show you just how wrong you are."

Relief washes over me when he turns on his heel and begins walking toward the door. Relief that is quickly swiped away when he stops on the threshold and shouts down the hall. Two men I've never seen before walk past him into the room, and both sets of eyes immediately roam hungrily over my body. I could be dead, and it wouldn't fucking deter them.

"This one is on the house since she's a bit of a mess." Guillermo spreads a smile across his face as he pats them both on the back. "Do whatever the fuck you want with her. Just don't kill her."

"Knife?" one of them questions, and my heart begins pounding even harder in my chest.

"I said no killing her." Guillermo pulls his knife from his waistband and places it into an awaiting palm.

"I just want to cut her feet free, Every man here has fucked her cunt." The man smiles at me and coupled with the evil glint in his eyes, it chills me to the fucking bone. "I want to fuck her ass."