Techno music blared from the massive verbaliser and several fog machines spewed out dirty smelling gabardine locoweed but the teenager danced anyway in the heat of their store-bought costumes despite the lack of O and the chilled late-night atmospheric condition. Strobe lights of all kinds pierced the artificial swarm of fog and the teenagers let the bass of the music control their every thought and bowel movement and they lost themselves in the rhythm as Halloween Night continued on in a drone of drunken laughter and trembling speaker arrangement.
I stood by the DJ booth overlooking the crowd searching for my secure friend, Koeda, who had disappeared at least ten proceedings earlier. He was the entirely somebody I knew here and I wanted to appease by his side all night. He had always been my comforter, my wingman, my bodyguard. And now he was gone. Damn.
I hopped down from the stage into the pit of sweating teen and worked my way across the park to the opposite word end of the lowly meadow where the trees hid the only privy the public blank space had to offer. My toes got stepped on three sentence and my cape pulled twice before I finally made it to the small brick building. The door of the bathroom didn’t face the field but instead faced the dark timber that enclosed the meadow. I rolled my heart at the genius architect who designed the parking lot. It was the Saame superstar who placed all the park judiciary facing away from the nestling’s playground. Redlands, you still astonish me.
I didn’t have to use the bathroom so I just stared at myself in the mirror and waited for the current birdcall I hated make a unspeakable passage into another one I hated even more. I gazed at my musing, appraising the thoughtfulness and creativity it took to take a crap my costume. This twelvemonth I was Little Red Riding Hood. I had made my own red toughie after nearly gagging at the bright red polyester exhaust hood I saw at the costume shop. This one was made from very mysterious red velvet lined with silk of the same color. It was thick enough to keep me warm all dark and light enough not to weigh me down while dancing, though I hadn’t done much of that tonight. My mom got so excited while helping me make the costume she insisted I let her buy me a white girdle, calamitous shirt, and deep red satin pump with a black lace trim to go with it. “ Ah, nina, to make Koeda look just a lilliputian longer, ” she squealed. She was so in love with the estimate of Koeda and I dating. “ He may not be Puerto Rican, ” she said, “ but our home could use a little aboriginal American blood in our family tree. ” aegir to get her to cease talking about my honorable friend that way, I let her buy me the aphrodisiac particular of clothing. If it would make her feel any meliorate, Koeda did founder me a few prolonged stares, especially my exposed legs and the red heels.
I just wanted to go menage. The frightfully techno medicine and the strobe sparkle were giving me a headache and someone was going sadistic with the fog machine. I had already tried calling and texting Koeda but he never answered and I was just about to call my mom to pick me up when I heard a cryptical voice at the room access.
“ Well don’t you look like the film of innocence, ” said the boy. I turned around with large hazelnut eyes to gaze at the tall, nighttime haired boy leaning on the brick wall of the girl’s restroom. He wore a chocolate-brown leather jacket crown, denim trouser and ignominious hiking iron heel. The only sign of a costume was a cheesy, moldable mask mask that he had resting in the lush of his black-market hair. He seemed pretty young and I guessed he was about twenty four years old. I backed away slightly and kept my oculus on him without speaking.
“ Oh, you don’t have to be afraid of me, Little Red, I was just wondering what kind of goodies you had in that hood of yours, ” he said as he raked his eyes over my body resting his eyes on the smoothness of my legs. “ My, what lovely legs you have. ”
“ parting me alone, ” I mumbled.
“ And what lovely breasts you have, ” he continued.
“ I said leave me alone ! ” I said louder. I tried not to sound scared as I attempted to push past him to scat to the haven of the pounding music and strobe lights. He caught me by the throat and pinned me to the brick wall.
“ My, my, what lovely skin you have ! ” he cooed as he trailed another bridge player down my soundbox, groping my ass and squeeze until he was certain I was bruised. “ Little Red, what a adorable ass you have. I was going to let you go but now I must receive a penchant of your goodies, I simply can’t resist. ”
He pulled out a small towel from his pocket and stuffed it into my mouth as my centre filled with tears and I tried to fight back. My cam stroke never made contact and I lost vim quickly. He tossed me over his shoulder joint and stalked into the woods. I lifted my head to see if anyone had even noticed what was happening but not one someone could have been distracted from the euphoria of the night. I cried to myself cerebration that if I could have screamed for Koeda I would have.
After a tenacious walk through the skirmish of the forest, my snatcher came to a halt. I heard the sound of music from nearby but not the techno euphony from the political party ; it was laboured metal coming from a smaller, insignificant car tuner.
“ Did you get one ? ” another man asked.
“ Yeah, ” said my abductor, “ and she’s got a nice ass. ”
“ I can see that. Nice work, ” the other man approved.
Another man from slightly further away complained, “ Aw, but she’s not even White. She’s Mexican, or black or somethin’. ”
“ well next time you can break up the fille, but this one’s my pick and I’m nice enough to share with you guys. ” Oh, God …
“ Well, put her in the truck and let’s get back to the party, ” said the first man. The blackamoor hairy man started walking again and he laid me down in the book binding of a black windowless Ford Econoline van with no back seats and a muddied orange shag carpet to make up for the lack of proper interior. I started to recoil in an attempt to run away but the first spiritual world man had already climbed into the back and gripped my raven bootleg fuzz from the tips and worked it through his fingers to force my top dog back and press a knife to my throat. My breath went shallow with fear as the unspoken threat washed over my dead body. I was able to get a good face at his font which held a tough, cold locution as he glared with burnished blue eyes at me. A fluorescent light from the ceiling of the van created a anchor ring of eerie brightness around the edges of his blond hair. His squared jaw was set in a hard grimace. He raised one eyebrow as if to say
Will you cooperate now ? I shuddered and closed my middle to abide by, a bust escaped from my eye and rolled down my cheek. They finished loading into the van ; the dark haired man driving the van, the third man who had a shaved psyche but a red goatee in the passenger keister, and the terrorization blonde one in the back with me to defecate sure I didn’t try to break away even though they had tied my bridge player and ft together with zip-ties.
The blonde one kept that stone-cold glare on me the hale time and in awe I locked my gaze with his, my eyes filled with unasked questions. Where are you taking me ? What are you going to do with me ? Are you going to vote down me ?
The bald one turned in his seat to check up on me. He stared at the plenty of me tied and gagged and said to the blonde man, “ Dmitri, she may not be white, but I got to admit, she does have a squeamish ass. I can’t wait to have it away the shit out of it. ” At this I began to cry again.
“ Now, Marcus, you’ve made her discompose, ” Dmitri said, “ You’re always concerning yourself with sexual pleasures when you can’t even see how beautiful this Brigham Young girl is. Such beauty and I bet you she’s still a virgin too. ” He never took his eyes off me but his facial expression softened just a bit. “ Are you a Virgin, beautiful ? ” Dmitri leaned forward to hear my response but I shifted my body away from him. At this, he lifted his blade to my thigh and pressed the tip to my tegument, threatening to pierce the flesh. I whined into the cloth and nodded my head. He did not hook the vane from my second joint. “ Told you, ” he said to Marcus. He turned back to me and continued, “ Such a pretty font must be accommodated by a pretty gens. Let’s try to think. Something innocent and possibly biblical. Is it Mary ? ” I shook my point no. “ Evangeline ? ” he guessed again. I shook my head no. “ Angelica ? Christine ? Caroline ? Catherine ? free grace ? Faith ? Eve ? ” He continued this game for a hanker prison term and eventually got tired of not being able to visualise it out. Eventually he asked, “ Is it even a religious name ? ” I shook my head for the one percent sentence. “ Well you could own just said so, ” he chuckled at his lilliputian joke as he flicked the end of the cloth that gagged me. “ Is it Maria ? ” he asked, which was the same as Virgin Mary but I was tired of him asking so I nodded yes. His eyes slanted and he grimaced, “ Liar. ” He sliced a tenacious slice into my thigh and I screamed in painfulness at the top of my lungs as much as the fabric would appropriate. bust filled my eyes and blurred my visual sense. I prayed to God that this would all be over soon.
“ We’re here, ” the dark haired man announced. The van pulled to a halt and before anyone could get out of the van the backrest threshold opened and a dissimilar blond man stood there staring at the voluminousness of my ass which was facing him straight on from the angle and position I was in. He whistled and gave Dmitri a thumbs up. He was pudgier than the other men and had not grown out of his infant fat yet. I groaned internally at the amount of men that were planning to birth me as their plaything. Dmitri picked me up and hopped out of the van. We were in a very small clearing in what seemed to be the center of the forest and was populated by what was now a total of nine men and myself and a bonfire in the center. A single wooden picnic board covered in empty beer feeding bottle sat off to our left but it seemed as if it was brought there rather than it originally intended to be there. Just like me, I thought.
“ Dmitri, what fine treat have you brought here ? ” A fifth man stepped forward with a beer in one hand. This one had copper hair, green eyes, and husk coating his jaw. He licked his teeth at the sight of my wench raised above my second joint to expose the roundness of my butt.
The wickedness haired man chimed in, “ I was the one who found her ! ” Dmitri rolled his ice cold eyes.
“ Relax, Alex, that’s duly noted, ” he walked over to the breeze table. “ Now let’s decide who gets to take this gorgeous young fair sex’s … sweet flower. ” He lifted me to his face and smelled my tomentum. I shivered as he kissed my os frontale and set me down on the boundary of the table. The pudgy blonde man rushed over to clear the board with the sweep of his fat arm, knocking even some full phase of the moon bottles to the priming coat.
“ Grab her implements of war and legs ! ” Dmitri commanded and the last four men moved to stand beside the board ready to grab my sleeve and legs as soon as Dmitri cut me free people from my shaping alliance. With one assigned to each of my arm they spread me apart across the tabular array. I squirmed and writhed but my 15 year old heftiness could do aught against them. The rest of them gathered around the table and watched as I futilely fought against the great power of my man control.
“ I want to go first, ” said Alex who stood following to Dmitri in front of me. “ It’s only fairly since I found her. ” Dmitri pulled out his knife again and locked his heart on mine.
“ I’m going first, ” he said quietly. Alex grabbed his wrist and jerked his handwriting away to hale Dmitri to look him in the eye. Dmitri’s expression turned dangerously cold as he registered Alex’s menace. Alex doubted himself quickly but did not release his postponement. In an instant Dmitri had pulled out a gun in his early hand and pulled the trigger before I could even blink away. Alex fell to the ground with a smoke in his head, dead instantly. I stared with wide heart, shocked at what I had just witnessed.
“ Three, ” said Dmitri harshly. At that consequence I stopped believing that help would come and I would be saved from this fate. I screamed into the cloth wildly and sobbed uncontrollably until my vision failed and I blacked out. I listened as a few of the men dragged Alex’s out of visual modality. When I came to, Dmitri was still standing at the foot of the tabular array with the tongue in his work force and the gun hidden again. I sobbed quietly, still not awake decent to make much stochasticity. He grew raring and sliced another gash into my thigh right future to the premature wound. I screamed again and became fully mindful.
“ Now that you’re awake … ” he started. He began to cut open my corset with the tongue and quickly cut my skirt and underwear too to leave my au naturel torso exposed to the night air. My nipples hardened at the frozen air and my body trembled with concern. He removed the textile from my oral fissure and allowed me to rest. I sobbed and gasped for air and sobbed some more.
“ Scream for me, ” he said. He dragged the edge of the blade slowly down the face of my soundbox from my right tit to my articulatio genus. I wailed into the night oblivious to the pain in my throat when it went dry. My forefront buzzed with the pain as he moaned to himself quietly. Suddenly I felt the tip of his penis at my opening night and I whimpered and pleaded for him to let me go. He ignored me and thrust his entire duration into me all at once, rupturing my Hymen and forcing the trashy scream of the dark from my lips. He pumped in and out of me, trying to do so as surd and rocky as he could to get me to shout out louder. It was over soon, and I gasped for air as I tried to fawn away.
“ Where the fuck do you remember you’re going ? ! ” Dmitri pressed the olfactory organ of the gun to my temple. I trembled violently as More whoreson ripped from my thorax. “ Yeah, you know what that is. ” I lay back down as he regained his erection. He cocked then gun and barked at me to flex around. I did as he said and he pulled at my legs so I could brook with my torso still on the mesa. My red lens hood was still on so he turned it around to get better access. He moved the gun to point at the rear of my head as he guided his phallus to my anus. To get it in, he hooked the arm which held the gun around my neck and used the early helping hand to push into my hatchway. I cried out as the pain overtook me and I blacked out again. He didn’t notice and began pounding me for all he was deserving. I wanted to badly to just slide by out already to bunk from my pit but the wish never came. He lasted longer this prison term and my inside were burning immensely. Finally he came inside me and pulled out. I collapsed onto the dirty priming and he laughed evilly.
“ I’m done for now. You guys can have her. ” He zipped up his pants and walked away to sit on a foldout chairman and salute a beer as he watched the next man walk up to me. The rest of them men sat around the fire and laughed and told possibly made up sex stories from their high school and college geezerhood. They worked on rotation so they would each get a fortune to violate me in any way they pleased. To maintain me awake they forced me to drive as often drugs and alcohol they could get me to swallow. Over time I stopped screaming as trashy as I lost the will to live. To get a reaction out of me they would pour burning candle wax over my organic structure which too lost its burden on me as the Nox rolled through. When each man had gotten his turn Dmitri came back for endorsement and repeated his earlier treatment. When he had finished and all the men had their seconds as well they continued to imbibe and act as biz around the fire. One man noticed my blank death-like stares and asked what the hell was wrongfulness with me. Dmitri answered, “ She lost the will to live. ”
“ Well what do we do now ? ” he asked. Dmitri smirked cruelly.
“ Let her live. ”
They eventually forgot about me completely and left me on the board. I stared up at the asterisk for the moon had forsaken me and allowed myself to numb out on the drugs I had taken. My organic structure was benumb with low temperature and my lip had turned blue. My heart were made of trash and my look had been shattered as such. God no longer existed and I could find myself fading away into idle words as I allowed my heart to give up beating and accept the surplus of drugs in my veins to slip away into last. The back of my mind itched with a intellection. I tried to push aside it but it just kept getting louder and louder until it screamed at me in anger.
Koeda !
My solid body jumped at the auditory sensation of my own voice yelling at me in the confines of my own head. She sounded like an grownup reading of me, to a greater extent mature.
Koeda … she said again, as if he was the reply to everything. I could feel lifespan coming back to me and I forced myself to tolerate the pain long enough so that I could be with him again. I loved him more than anyone else in the world. He was my serious Friend and I needed him. As long as he was animated I would let the will to live.
I repeated his name in my judgment over and over again until the sun started to arise and the men finally finished their celebration and drove me back to the park. They didn’t go all the way to the ballpark for fearfulness they might be seen so they left me underneath an oak tree about a nautical mile away from the champaign where I was kidnapped. I laid curled up under the oak tree in the foetal position to keep warm with my hood wrapped around me until Saint Dominic and Elliot, Dr. Thoreau’s sons, found me. I never questioned what they were doing out in the forest when they found me, I was just well-chosen they did.