Part 7


No.  I had to be dreaming.  I pressed my eyes shut, then opened them again, hoping that the body behind me would be gone.

It was still there, still breathing on my neck, still kissing my shoulder lightly.

I tried to wriggle free, but his grasp just got tighter.  

“Don’t try to get away, Justin. You already tried that once.  You’ll never get away, don’t you see that?”

Tears pushed up against my eyes and Ryan thrust his hips into me.  I could feel his hardness and was scared of what he would do next.

“Ryan…please…” I whimpered, again trying to free myself.

“Justin, don’t fight it. You know you want it,” he hissed, sliding his hand across my bare stomach.  My stomach lurched as he slid his hand lower, finding the curly hair below my waistband.

“Ryan…” I breathed. “No…stop…”

“What’s that, Justin? You want me to stop?” Ryan said, his voice rising.  

I’d said the wrong thing.

He dug his fingers into my side and I yelped in pain.  “You want me to stop, Justin? Huh?”  He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me as he flipped me on to my
back.  “You don’t like this?” he hissed.  I screamed in pain when he bit down hard on my shoulder.    He bit down harder; this time I could feel the skin break and knew he was trying to draw blood.

He kissed the spot softly before lifting his head to look into my eyes.  The look in his eyes sent terror raging through my body.  He looked like pure evil.

“You’re going to learn your lesson, Justin.  I told you that you were mine, and then you pull this shit…leaving me for your friend JC.”

He raised his fist and brought in down into my stomach, knocking all the air out of me.  
“You’re mine, Justin. Don’t ever forget that.”  

I couldn’t get away. He held on arm behind my back and the other above my head.  “Ryan…let me go…please…let me go…” I whispered, tears dripping down my cheeks.  

And for a moment, I thought he was going to grant my request.  He let go of the arm he had pinned behind my head.  But instead of setting me free, he raised his
hand and brought it down with painful force onto the side of my face.  

My face stung, my arm was throbbing…and my heart stopped when Ryan tugged at my pants.  

“No, Ryan…” I squirmed underneath him, praying that this wasn’t going to happen.

He grinned wickedly and continued to undress me.  I laid there naked, shaking and sobbing while he ran his hands across my body and began to stroke me lightly.

I felt myself harden at his touch, and my stomach lurched again.  Way to go, Justin.  Encourage him even more.

“Oh, someone likes that…” he whispered, pumping his hand faster.

“No…no, stop…”

“Don’t FIGHT, Justin!” he yelled, slapping me across the face again.  “And stop fucking crying. You know you’re enjoying this.”

Suddenly, I heard JC’s voice in my head. You have to stick up for yourself, Justin. It took every ounce of bravery I had to do what I did next.

I spit in his face. “I hate you,” I hissed.

Bad move.  Anger blazed in his eyes as his hand wrapped around my neck, choking me, shaking me.  I gasped for a breath, tried to push him off of me.

"Ryan..." I choked, pressing against his chest with my hands.  

With his free hand, he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and boxers to his ankles, shaking them to the floor.  He spread my legs apart with his knees and positioned himself for what he knew I was dreading.

"Please, Ryan..." I begged when he let go of my neck. "Stop, just stop..."  

"Look at you, Justin. Laying there with that pout on your lips, looking so god damn sexy. You're just begging to be fucked."

Please, God, don't let this happen.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door open slowly as JC slipped inside.  He pressed one finger to his lips, silently telling me to keep quiet.  He had one arm behind his back, and I couldn't see what he was hiding.

He walked slowly, quietly toward the bed, then raised the hand that was behind his back to Ryan's head.  

And I saw what he'd been hiding. It was  a gun.

"I'd rethink what I was doing if I was you," JC said, and I saw Ryan's eyes widen in fear.   "Get off of him."  When Ryan didn't move, JC pressed the gun against his head forcefully. "Get the fuck OFF of him!"

Slowly, Ryan backed away from me, crawled off of my body and stood against the wall.  I pulled the sheets over my naked body, shaking.

"Justin, call the police," JC said, not taking his eyes off Ryan.

"Ok, Jace..."  I reached for the phone, but before I could get to it, Ryan lunged at JC.  

"No!" I screamed, a new fear racing through my body.

Ryan and JC tangled up and wrestled around the room.

"Get off of him, Ryan! Please, just leave him alone!"

My pleas went unanswered, and suddenly, a shot was fired and both men fell to the floor.



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