The Fall

Chapter 31

Sage

"Take my cock, slut!" He commands his grip on my hips tightening with every thrust of his cock inside me. My head's a mess of confusion and pure unfiltered bliss. It's painful, the sex, but I like it. I like the way Kade fucks me.

"Did I say you could stop sucking my cock, whore?" My head is yanked toward the dick in my face and I'm being slapped. Hard. Kade doesn't slow his thrusts and I gasp when my clit is sucked. This leaves my mouth open for his cock. It's big, veiny and begging for attention. My senses are in overdrive and I take him into my mouth...

I scrub my skin until it's red, not caring that the water has probably turned cold by now. I don't feel it, I don't feel anything really. No, that's a lie. I feel them. Their hands on my body as I lay there drugged with who knows what. Thank goodness they used condoms. My hands shake as they skate over the blooming bruises on my body and I can't tell if the wetness on my cheeks is from my tears or the shower.

I don't know how long they raped me for, but the only kindness I was shown was being escorted back to my room when they were done.

"Clean her up and get her back to her room," Holden voice intrudes into my brain My body feels weak and I'm being held up at this point it's painful just to move. What's going on? Where's Kade? He's not here, Sage and he would never hurt you this way. I'm being turned over and a shadow creeps over me as he crawls over me. "We're not done playing, are we, Sage?" Preston's lips curl into a cruel smirk and I scream. It's no use as his hand wraps around my throat and he pushes inside me.

I drop to my knees and vomit into the shower, washing it down the drain. I couldn't even walk back to my room after they were done. I was just dumped on my bed with my key card and left like I was nothing. "You are nothing," A voice I hadn't heard in a while echos in my mind. Memory after memory flashes through my head and I'm lying on the shower floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Sage?" A knocking sounds on the bathroom door shortly after. "It's Lindsey. Are you okay?" My throat hurts from vomiting, being repeatedly raped and the screaming. She knocks again and I muster what little strength I have in my body to get out of the shower, throw on a robe to cover my bruised body and crack the door open. "Jesus. Emerson said you got sick in his bed and he took you back here, but you look..."

"Emerson?" I frown as my brain tries to place him in the timeline of events. I don't even dry my body as I hobble out of the bathroom and climb into my bed. Lindsey frowns as she sits at the foot of my bed, "You used his bathroom and then he found you sick on his bed. I wanted to take to the infirmary, but then Em said you probably drank too much and to let you sleep it off, so he brought you here."

"How.... long?" I swallowed a second wave of nausea in my throat. "How long was I... gone?" I clutched the sheets below me and Linds looks at the clock on the wall, guilt on her face. But why? She didn't rape me and she couldn't have known what was happening to me. "Maybe five hours? We did watch three movies and then snuck down to the kitchen to make pizzas. I'm a terrible friend for not checking on you. By the way, Nessa's down in the infirmary with an allergic reaction to mangos."

Those drinks? They were kinda peach, mango flavored. And very drugged. So Nessa almost died and I was raped. "Sage?" Lindsey waves her hand in my face. "You look tired. Why don't you get some sleep, yeah?" I nod and shuffle my soaked body deeper into the bed while she ducks into the bathroom.

As the water runs, so do my tears. The room is quiet and my heart is rapidly beating. I'm not safe here, with them here. I have to talk to Lo and tell her, but what if she doesn't believe me. I was raped at home and they've yet to find the guy. What makes this any different? "It's not," The voice returns and I squeeze my eyes shut. "You know as well as I do I'll get worse and then all you can do is end your suffering."