Stay(11)

“Very good,” Nate praised. His charming face twisted into a sadistic smile when he took in my horror and confusion. “Teenagers,” he sighed, “never listen to the warnings about the dangers of social networking. You’re all so willing to post every single mundane detail about your pathetic lives.” He spun around and rubbed his forehead. Sitting heavily on the couch, he stared at me. “Do you know where you are?”

I shook my head.

“Good.” He tipped his head and ran his eyes over me again. His brow furrowed like he saw something that wasn’t pleasing to him. “Are you a virgin?” he asked causally.

I opened my mouth but didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t been a virgin for several years, but they wouldn’t be able to tell, would they? I mentally debated whether or not being a virgin would act in my favor.#p#分页标题#e#

“Well?” Nate asked.

“I can find out.” Zane moved one of his hands down to my waist and into my pants, slipping his fingers into my underwear. With no hesitation he shoved a finger inside me. I cried out in pain as his skin stuck to me, feeling like skin was tearing off. He dug his nails into me, laughing.

“No!” I shouted. “I’m not. I’m not a virgin.”

Zane shoved his finger deeper. I screamed again. Pain shot through me, choking me. Tears ran down my face.

“She’s not lying,” he said and removed his hand.

Nate sighed. “Too bad. Older virgins are so hard to come by these days.” He wistfully shook his head. “It’s pretty simple here. Follow the rules and you won’t get hurt. Break the rules … ” he trailed off with a sickening chuckle. “Well, you’ll just have to see for yourself now, deary.” He waved his hand in the air. “Take her downstairs. Feed her. I’ll figure out what to do with her later.”

My gut twisted and my head swam in a cloud of black terror. If Zane didn’t have a painful grip on my arms, my knees would have buckled. Nothing felt real as I was ushered back into the basement. I was floating above my body, barely able to feel Zane’s rough hands on my skin. My mind didn’t want to accept that this was my new reality. There was a slight ringing in my ears and my eyes just wouldn’t focus.

Zane turned me around and placed his hands on my shoulders, shoving me into a sitting position onto a thin mattress. The cot creaked under my weight, and the screw in my back pocket bit at my skin. Pain still burned between my legs. I folded my arms against myself, just then realizing that my shirt was still pulled down. I fixed it, keeping my eyes on Zane. Why was he just standing there? I was crippled with terror. A little voice screamed at me to jump up, grab my screw, and shove it in Zane’s eye. But another voice told me to lie down, close my eyes, and think of something else. This was all too much for my mind to handle.

Before I could chose which voice to listen to, Jackson loudly stomped down the stairs, holding a tray with food. His eyes met mine and he offered a slight sympathetic smile that I wanted to slap right off of his stubble-covered face. He set the food down on an overturned milk carton and backed away before turning and trudging up the stairs. My stomach grumbled when I looked at the sandwich. I knew I needed to eat.

Suddenly Zane knelt down to my level and pushed my knees open with his hands. His body jerked forward as he moved onto me, pinning me onto the bed, his legs between mine. Panic flooded through me and I manically struggled to get away. My hands pressed into his shoulders. I tried to bend my knees but couldn’t. Zane was too heavy.

“Get off!” I shouted. “Get off me!” Knowing he was too strong to shove away, I let my hands drop and I frantically tried to turn over and crawl to freedom. The metal springs of the cot protested under our weight. Zane pressed his torso against mine, grinding his hips into me. His face moved to my neck, hot breath warming my skin as he panted. My fingers tangled around the tattered quilt as I tried to pull away. Zane walked his fingers up my leg and wrapped them around my thigh. My heart pounded with desperation and fear. Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes and I screamed.

“Keep struggling, girl,” Zane spoke, his voice smooth and seductive. “I like feeling you squirm underneath me.” He pressed himself in between my legs, rubbing his erection against me.

My fear twisted into disgusted rage. My hand flew up and made contact with his face. Momentarily stunned, Zane’s muscles went slack. I grabbed a metal bar at the head of the bed and heaved my body up. I curled my legs and kneed him in the stomach.#p#分页标题#e#