Mischief

Chapter 40

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Okay so you know that fight or flight instinct that you get in terrible situations? Similar to when I blew up the warehouse, kidnapped one of Ace's men, shot and escaped another bunch of Ace's men with Alex and then nearly dropped everything to move to my least favorite place in the country. Kinda like that? Well, I had that same goddamn feeling right now. 'Feel free to have fun with this one?'  What the actual fuck?

Ace and Elijah had began walking away, leaving me with four rather large, most likely horny, mean, bodyguard guys. All the while I was standing here, pretty much covered in blood, in my underwear, in the middle of some prison showers. Fuck.

I shrink back against the wall, watching as each guy slowly got a little bit closer. One walks around and turns on the faucet. The water was absolutely freezing but I didn't mind all that much, my body ached anyway. I don't even get a chance to wash any of the blood before one of the guys begins making his way towards me. "Oh no, mate, none of that," I step out of the water and back up until my back hits the wall. Shit, shit, shit, no. This cant be happening right now.

The guy grabs one of my arms and pushes it against the wall, holding it there while his other hand lands on my waist, creeping lower and lower. He begins to kiss my neck and slowly begins trailing small kisses up my cheek. "No, please!" I beg, turning my head. I stooped low. Begging. I didn't think it would reach this stage but to hell if I am going to let this happen without a fight. Further down the hallway, I spot Ace with a sick, satisfied smirk before he walks out of sight. Elijah pauses just before he turned the corner and glances back at me. "Elijah please!" I call. He can't just leave me. No, no no! His eyes glaze over as Ace shouts to him from down the hall. He glares as he walks away. He left me. He really doesn't care what these men are about to do to me. 

His hand reaches the hem of my underwear and I pinch my eyes shut. "Get the fuck off me!" I scream at him, bringing my good leg up and kicking him back with as much force as I could muster. He actually stumbled back quite far and even fell back onto the tiled floor. I guess I will have to fend for myself. For some, strange reason, a small little part of my mind still believed that Elijah might care, or that Alex would come find me before anything like this were to happen. I guess I was wrong.

I don't even know how I managed to get that guy off me. My money is on the adrenaline rush.

Either way, I think I just made the situation even worse. All remaining men glared down at me. Another came at me and I ducked under his arm and then quickly smashed his head into the tiled wall, causing a few of the tiles to break.

He collapses to the ground, unconscious. Okay, other guy has gotten up now, still three left to go and I'm already exhausted.

One of them grabs my free arm before I could do anything and another managed to catch my leg as I went to kick them again. Fuck. The guy wrenches my leg forward, causing me to loose my balance on my stabbed leg and stumbles forward into the guy holding my arm. I feel my eyes begin to well up and I couldn't stop the tears after that. 

He spins me around and pulls me back against his body. His hand runs up and down my stomach and he cups my breast. I was a sobbing mess and I'm sure they loved it. He fumbles with my bra strap and manages to get it off after a few minutes of pure frustration. My bra comes loose. He doesn't even bother to take it off before he had slid his hand under the material. 

"Please," I sob. The only thing I could do at this point was beg and hope that at least one of them has a guilty conscious.

The other guy begins to tug down the corner of my underwear but before he could get any further, a loud, pulsing alarm sounds throughout the while building. All men glance at each other before leaving me to collapse against the ground then sprinting out of the room without another word. I watch as a few more men run past, all in the same direction. The alarm was beginning to give me a headache.