Echo

know this game, don’t you? I bet Tomas slipped it to you didn’t he. You love this, don’t you? You’re just a slut like all the others, aren’t you? Answer me!”
    “Yes Lover, yes, Lover,” she said after another slap from Kelly. It went on and on; a slap from Kelly and the required words to the little man. Kelly’s slap soon changed to punches, her required words to whispers and slurring. Her lips turned black and blue; her thighs, slippery with blood. And yet the little man did not stop, he just kept banging away and Kelly kept punching her.
    And right before she passed out, there … yes, there in the shadows, she could just make out Tomas; his nakedness glowing in the dim light. His engorged penis glistened, fully erect as he watched the rape, his hand fondling his treasure as his greasy face reflected a picture of exquisite pleasure. Katie’s eyes rolled back in her head and she was gone.

    Waking the next day, she noticed her body was still shackled and protesting, her muscles screaming in pain. She ignored the terror from her rape, not willing to think about it. If she did, she might start to cry and she felt bad enough. Hunger pangs consumed her. Maybe she could convince one of them to give her some food. Then she could concentrate on trying to get out of here. They could not keep her forever. She would make sure they paid for this after she told her mother.
    Maybe Tomas would come to regret his part in what happened. He originally liked her, after all. Straining, she noticed the basement door at the top of the stairs was cracked open. The quiet was pierced by the sound of murmuring as she noticed a sliver of light. Suddenly, she heard shouting. Another voice, quite angry; an unfamiliar voice.
    Maybe this was her chance. She began to scream for help.
    “Help me, please help me. Help! Please someone, help me.” She screamed over and over. Her voice got weaker and weaker. She soon gave up as the angry voices receded. Trembling, she wondered if they heard her or if she had made her situation worse.
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    Time ticked slowly. Before long, the basement door opened wider and the three of them came down the steps, Kelly holding some kind of cage. She lifted it up over Katie’s table bed, hooking it to the ceiling, leaving it covered. The little man came over to Katie and dumped some water on her face. Frantically, she tried to catch some of the moisture with her tongue. She noticed Tomas stayed in the background, silent and watching. The inevitable sound of the descending zipper drew her attention back to the little man.
    “Noooo, please not again. I’ll do anything,” she whimpered as the man climbed on top of her.
    “Shut your trap, bitch. Did ya think your screaming was gonna git by us? I think ya need ta be taught how ta behave, don’t ya?” Plunging into her agonizing swollen flesh he raped her again. Pulling his penis out of her, he saw she was non-responsive. Slapping her face until her eyes focused from the sharp bite of the pain, he bent down to her face, his breath reeking of garlic and tobacco. Katie couldn’t help it, she heaved all over herself, her vomit spraying the little man, almost choking her. He pulled back in disgust, nodding to Kelly.
    Kelly stepped over to Katie’s table, a shiny meat cleaver in her hand.
    “Nooo, please, why are you doing this to me?” she whimpered, losing control of her urine, her eyes following every move of the meat cleaver. She was so engrossed, she completly missed Kelly’s other hand shooting out with the syringe until she felt the sting, prompting her to fall mercifully asleep.
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    “Hey, Kelso, what little trinket ya after this time?” Armoni giggled; his eyes eager. When she ignored him in her absorption with the task in front of her, he started to whine. “Why don’t ya bring me one a those skinny stuck up bitches. Why’s it always gotta be a fat ugly one; takes all the fun out’a it?”
    “All the fun? I doubt it,” Tomas said disgustedly. Swift as a jack rabbit, Armoni snared Tomas’s throat in his meaty hand, backing him up against the wall.
    “What’d you say there boy? Ya got somethin’ ta complain ‘bout? Any time you want out, you jis say so. Me an’ Kelso here can handle this on our own. Jis like we can handle lil ole Miss Abby on our own. I sure would like to put it to her.” Tomas squirmed in Armoni’s hand, trying to speak. Armoni farted, releasing him just as suddenly. Slapping Tomas on the back, he laughed.