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Willa

“You look just like your mother did, right before I fucked her for the last time.” Miguel’s rancid breath skates across my face and I heave, the contents of my stomach burning a trail up my esophagus.  I breathe deeply through my nose, attempting to keep my stomach down.

Dried wetness coats the side of my head where it has run down my face from my eyes.  My cheek throbs from where I was hit, open palmed, by Miguel.  A dirty rag is shoved in my mouth, and has been there since I roused from being knocked out and started screaming.  We were in a van by then, and I’d thrashed wildly, kicking and lashing out.  Miguel squeezed my neck and I was out to it again.  The next time I woke, I was in this bed.

My arms ache and my wrists are rubbed raw from where I struggled against the restraints he placed around them.  My hands are raised over my head and tied to the headboard of the bed.  The mattress I’m lying on is old and smells musky.  It’s all thin and sheet-less, and it feels sticky under me.

My legs are spread and a rope is tied around each of my ankles to secure me to the frame. 

They removed almost all of my clothes before they put me on the bed.  Now, all I’m left in is my panties and bra.

“She was such a good fuck, your mom,” he taunts me.  “Her tits were just a bit bigger than yours, perfect for fucking.  She had a pussy that was tight and wet, always ready for me.  And, she was willing to do
anything
to get her next fix.”

I shake my head back and forth.  No, my mom wouldn’t do that.  She loved my father, they were soul mates.  Joined by a bond unbreakable.  She wouldn’t do it.  She might have been a junkie, and a shitty mom, but she was in love with my father, that much I know for sure.

“Of course, then she had to go and deceive me, so she had to pay the price.  Such a shame.” He sighs.  “However,
you
are the silver lining beyond that dark cloud.  I’m excited that you’ll be working for me, Willa, though I’m most excited I get to have this body whenever I want.”  His leery gaze travels my body and a shudder of revulsion runs through me.

I make a noise behind my gag and he steps closer.

“Something to say?”  He tugs the cloth from my mouth.

“No! No, I won’t work for you.  No, you can’t do this.  I fucking hate you. My mother would never do that.”

He tutts and chuckles.  “Ah, silly girl.  You really have no idea, do you?  So innocent,” he says wistfully.  “It won’t take you long to finally realize.  Until then, though, I’ll be able to take advantage of that purity.”

“You’re a sick man and I hope you rot in hell,” I seethe.

“But I won’t.  I’m a very smart man, Willa.  I’ve been doing this a very long time, and I haven’t been caught yet.”

“Every dog has their day.”

His eyes narrow and a blanket of pure evil transforms his face as he looks down at me.  “Woof.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Wrong.  Or, maybe you’re right.  Either way, it doesn’t matter, because I’m going to fuck you in ways you’ve only ever dreamed about.  And, I don’t care if you enjoy it or not.  Now, are you going to behave like a good little girl, or do I need to flip you over and spank that tight little ass first?”

“Fuck you.  My brother will find you and he’ll gut you alive.”

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll find something other than the gag to shove in your mouth.  As for your brother, by the time he comes to rescue you, assuming that he finds you – which he won’t – you’ll be ruined anyway.  They won’t want you back.”  He unclasps the shackle from my left ankle, and keeping a firm grip on me, he flips my body effortlessly.

“I think you need a spanking.”

“No!  No!” I begin to scream, my voice quickly turning hoarse. I don’t care. I keep screaming out.  He re-ties my leg and shoves the cloth back into my mouth forcefully.

“Be a good little girl, Willa,” he cajoles.  “Actually, struggle a little, I like it.”

He gently peels my panties down, exposing the skin beneath.

Silent tears leak down my cheeks and I pray that Oak and Rad will find me before it’s too late.

“Such a perfect little behind.  Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, Willa?” he asks, his tone deceptively soft.

I sob instead of answering.  His hand comes down on my skin softly and he traces his fingers over my flesh.  Murmurs of appreciation escape his lips as he admires my behind, and I fight the urge to vomit.

Please, Oak.  Hurry.

Oak

We slowly ride south, through the industrial estate in Dale.  I watch Rad in front of me.  He looks from side to side and I can only guess he’s trying his hardest to remember anything that will jog his memory so he knows we’re on the right path.  I need to be patient, I know that.  But, it’s fucking hard.  I’m getting antsy.  I grind my teeth and clench the handlebars.

Come on, Rad.

Finally, he turns and gives me a signal.  He looks relieved and I feel my features mimicking his as hope speeds my heart rate up a notch.  He turns off the asphalt onto a beaten dirt road, and as we ride down, an old building comes into view.  It’s slightly hidden behind some trees, providing us the perfect vantage point to scope the place out before we go in.

We cut the engines and roll forward beneath the cover of the lush green trees.

“See anything?” I ask Rad as we both climb off our bikes and look around.

“Nope.”

“You sure this is the same place from when you were a kid?”

“Yep.”

“Looks vacant, bro.”

“Yeah, it does.”  He sounds dejected.

“Check that out,” I say, pointing to my right, past his head.  “Fresh tire tracks.”

“Fuck, you’re right.”

I creep over closer to get a better look.  There is only one set leading to the building, none coming out.

While I’m there, I shoot off a quick text to Dunlop alerting him of our location and telling him to send backup.  I know full well I won’t be waiting for the boys to arrive, but I do it anyway.

Got it. Boys are 30 minutes out.
– D

I stare over the building, looking for movement, pricking my ears for sound, using all of my senses to do the job they were trained to do.  The longer I glare at it, the more certain I become that Willa is in there.  We just have to find a way to get her out safely.  Fuck knows how many men Miguel has in there with him.

When I walk back over to Rad, he’s checking his pistol is loaded.  I do the same to my own.  I tuck one weapon in the back of my jeans, one in my ankle holster, and one inside my cut. 

Then I check to make sure the knife inside my boot is still there.  It is.  I look to Rad.

“Ready?”

He nods.  “Let’s do this.”

I jerk my chin to an area beside the warehouse.  “There.”

“Let’s go.”

We bolt across to the area I picked out, crouching down once we get there safely.  We are right up against the side of the building, hidden only by couple of pieces of sheet metal.  I put my ear up against the warm tin and listen hard.

I shake my head when I hear nothing.  Rad pokes his head around the corner of the building before looking back to me.

“Over there.  There’s cover, and an entrance. Looks unused.”

I nod and agree quietly. 

From the new vantage point, I can boost Rad up on my leg for him to look through a broken window.

“It’s clear,” he says, when he drops back down.  As quietly as we can, we jerk open the rusted old door and slide inside the darkened room.   Resting my ear on the wall near the opposite door, I listen for movement.  Hearing nothing, we venture into the next room, making our way deeper and deeper into a warehouse, knowing nothing about the layout of the place, moving solely on instinct. 

We’ve crossed through four rooms before we hear a murmur of noise.  We both stop and push our backs into the wall, intently looking in the direction the noise came from.

Hearing nothing further, we continue on down the hallway, checking each room we come across, but finding nothing.

Finally, we hear a female’s whimpering sobs, and the voice of a male I instantly recognize as Miguel.  I press my ear to the door and hear him speak.

“Such a perfect little behind.  Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, Willa?” 

My blood boils and I grind my teeth so hard I’m surprised they don’t crumble from the impact. 

Motherfucking cunt!

My eyes catch Rad’s and I nod, letting him know it’s them.  What I really want to do is bust in there, guns blazing, and blow the fucker’s brains all over the wall.  But, that’s not smart.

Rad’s face goes red and the veins in his neck bulge as he fights to maintain his composure.

“Rein it in,” I mouth to him.

He bobs his head sharply.  Just once. But I know he gets me.  Not wanting to wait another second, especially when that motherfucker is obviously admiring my woman’s ass, I step to the side of the door, while Rad mirrors my position.  We both draw our weapons and take a deep breath.

The door smacks open with a loud crack, sending splintered wood flying.  Miguel spins around, startled from where he was standing, bent over the bed.  I don’t allow myself to look at her.  Not yet.  If I do, I won’t be responsible for my actions.

He splutters for a bit, his mouth opening and closing like a fucking pet store goldfish.  Funnily enough, just like one of those fish, he’ll soon be swimming with the sewage as well.

Fear creeps across his face as his eyes dart behind us, checking if anyone else is there.

“Just us, motherfucker.  You’re a dead man,” I tell him.

“You’ve misunderstood the situation.” His tone is panicky.  “She wants it.  Tell them, sweet Willa.  You want this, don’t you?” His voice hardens slightly at the end, clearly a warning to her.

“You think I’m stupid, Miguel?  I’m nothing like my parents.  I’m not gullible, I’m not a fucking drug addict or a whore, and neither is my sister.  No way would she agree to being with you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.  She is a little whore,” he replies. 
Stupid idiot.
  From the corner of my eye, I see Rad’s finger twitch on his trigger.

I crack my neck, eager to distract myself from dropping my gun and launching myself at him, ramming him into the wall and strangling him with my bare hands before dismembering his lifeless body.

“Put your hands above your head,” I order him, unwilling to waste another second dicking around.  Willa’s soft cries are all I can hear and it’s driving me crazy not being able to pull her into my arms. 

Miguel fakes putting his hands up, and instead the idiot jumps toward me.  He’s a few feet away, so there is no way he would have taken me down anyway, but he still tries.  His last attempt, I guess, since he knew he was dead regardless.

The whole thing seems to go in slow motion, as it always does in situations like this.  I see his knees bend slightly and his body lurch forward.  In my peripheral vision, I see Rad’s Glock jerk slightly as his finger compresses on the trigger.  The smell of gunpowder fills my nostrils about the same time as the sound of the gun discharging meets my ears. 

My eyes are trained on Miguel.  His body jolts and his eyes roll back in his head.  A small round hole just above his left eyebrow is the only damage to the front of his face.  I know the back of his head is much worse off though, because his brain matter is now splattered on the wall and window behind him.

His body slumps to the ground as Willa starts to scream.  I rush over to her, deftly untying her restraints and wrapping her in my arms so I can rock her side to side.  I pull away slightly when I see a chunk of Miguel’s skull in her hair.  Instead of telling her, because I know she’ll make herself sick, I awkwardly tug my shirt over my head with one hand and wipe the remnants away while she cries into my chest.

I hear Rad on the phone, probably organizing a cleanup crew, but I don’t bother listening in.  I focus all of my attention on Willa, stroking her hair until her tears subside and all that’s left is the sporadic shudders that shake her little frame.

It’s then, for the first time since we came into the room, that I really look at her.  I see skin.  Naked skin.  My throat constricts with rage and I grip her arms a little too tightly.  Sitting her back off my body a little so I can meet her eyes, I ask tightly, “Did he touch you?”

She swallows hard.  “Not really.  Just s-stroked my butt o-once before you g-got here.”

“
Fuck! 
Fucking hell.”  My roar fills the room and startles Willa, whose eyes widen in fear.  Trying my best to reassure her, I drag my thumb slowly over her cheek.  My muscles are bunched up tight, contracting as my body fights the urge to tear this place up to rid myself of the fury radiating through me. 

I look over to the piece of shit lying crumpled on the dirty floor and spit at him, my saliva spraying over his face.

“Come here, baby girl.”  She curls herself into my lap and holds me tight, burying her face into my neck.  I close my eyes and drop my head into her shoulder as relief makes my body sag.