"Fine," Reynolds said dejectedly as he handed Pete his watch and money.
Another tear fell as I tried to calm myself. Why did I leave my gun in my locker? I could've shot both of their dicks off and run away by now.
Fifteen minutes. I could do anything for fifteen minutes if it meant Mom was safe. Fifteen minutes of my life to save her agony and torture was worth it.
Pete took the watch and attached it to his wrist. He smirked and walked to the door. He shut it and spun around to lean against it, his eyes boring holes into Reynolds. I hated to admit I was relieved that he wasn't leaving us alone.
"I was hoping for some privacy."
"Nah. I'll be right here keeping tabs on you. I don't like the bitch, but I don't trust you to not slip your cock in her. You seem like the type to come in two pumps." He pulled a cigar from the front pocket of his shirt and lit it.
Reynolds seethed with anger and I trembled, knowing there was no escaping this. I sobbed silently, unable to control my tears any longer.
"Don't cry, my Queen. I'm going to make you feel so good," Reynolds said as he touched my cheek with his thumb, pretending to be a gentle and caring person.
"The time started when you handed over your watch," Pete announced from the door, puffing on his cigar and scrolling on his phone.
Reynolds looked around nervously, eyeing the bed and the toys on the table. His eyes went back to the couch. "Sit down and get comfortable."
"Why are you doing this to me?" I cried as I sunk into the cushion, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Because I've wanted you for so long. This seems to be the quickest way to get what I want. At least for now." He stalked over to me, towering over the couch. He wasn't a big person, but his darkness made him appear ten feet tall. "Take off your shirt," he ordered as he undid his belt, the metal clang of the buckle jolting me.
I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut. A rough grip on my face forced my eyes to shoot open, locking on Reynolds' dark, empty stare.
"I don't want to have to hurt you, but I will. Take. Off. Your. Shirt."
"Do what he says or I'll add on another ten minutes for free," Pete said, eyes not moving up from his phone.
Rage roiled through my body as I ripped the shirt off and wrapped my arms around myself.
"Magnificent," he whispered as he unzipped his pants and pulled his small, floppy dick out of his underwear.
"I can't say the same."
His eyes snapped to mine, suddenly filled with anger. "It's hard to do this with an audience."
"Whatever you say," I said as Pete chuckled under his breath.
"Drop your arms! I want to see you." Reynolds yanked my arms down, exposing the black lacy bra I was trying to hide. He unhooked the bra and my breasts popped free, the cool air making my nipples pucker. Reynolds licked his lips, his eyes locked on my chest. His flaccid dick started coming to life at the sight.
"You're fucking disgusting," I spat.
"And you have a dirty mouth. I'll have to remedy that someday. When I have more time, I’ll come all over those naughty lips," he said as he pulled on his dick. He started sweating as he jerked himself, and it took all of my willpower not to vomit.
"Is this the only way you can get a woman naked? When you pay for it? When you force her?" I asked, his face scrunched in pain. His dick was deflating by the second.
He took the hand that wasn't choking the life out of his dick and grabbed my breast, squeezing it as hard as he was squeezing himself. I winced and Reynolds smiled at me, his head covered in sweat, his glasses fogging up. He leaned in closer and stopped touching himself, instead grabbing both of my breasts and squeezing them around his pencil dick. He thrust roughly in between them.
"I'm trying to be good to you, but you make it so damn difficult with that mouth of yours. I can't wait to ram my dick down your throat and shut you up," Reynolds said as he thrust between my breasts.
Tears trailed down my cheeks and I felt myself floating, trying to hide from the reality of what was happening, compartmentalizing, praying with everything that he wouldcomealready to get this over with.
"Time’s almost up," Pete warned.
Panic flashed on Reynolds' face as he slammed against me quicker, his sweat dripping down onto my face.
"Maybe you should've taken some Viagra before you decided to assault me."