When Love Met Destruction

*WARNING: this chapter and possibly the next one will be pretty fucked up. rape & sexual abuse will be taking place. sorry if this offends you.*

I don't know how long I was unconscious before I finally woke up but I assumed it was morning because it was sufficiently brighter than before. Andy and Ashley were still in there seats, beaten and tired, and seemed to be fighting to keep their eyes open.

I groaned, my neck aching at even the slightest movement. "Andy?" My mouth felt jaw which caused my voice to come out very raspy.

Andy's once half-lidded eyes widened at the sound of my voice. He was fully awake now, or at least seemed to be, and desperately tugged on his restraints in an attempt to get to me.

He eventually have up and asked, "How are you feeling?" Concern plastered across his battered face. The question hit me hard as I remembered what went down before I fell unconscious. I stayed silent other then my loud sobs that echoed throughout the quiet room.

"Scarlett, it's ok-" The sound of the doorknob turning interrupted Ashley. My crying intensified out of fear and I prayed it wasn't Ricky or Chris standing behind that door.

But, despite my prayers, the two emerged from a dimly lit hallway. They stood at the edge of the bed I was strapped to and looked at me as if they were deciding on what to do next.

Chris approached the bed, retrieved a key from his pocket, and began unlocking the handcuffs. I rubbed my wrists carefully, hissing at the burning sensation when I touched the raw skin. I began to wonder if they were letting us go, that maybe they had their fun and that was it.

My hopes for freedom were crushed when Chris grabbed a fist full of my hair and dragged me over to Ashley. He practically threw me on him before pushing down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees.

"Suck his cock, princess."

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head at the order. Were they going to get satisfaction out of me giving Ashley a blowjob?Ashley looked at Chris like he was crazy, which is an accurate description of the vampire.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Ash yelled, "No!"

Andy chimed in and seethed, "You suck fuck."

Chris shrugged indifferently and proceeded to sit on the bed I was once in. He looked at me and nodded his head as a way to say 'go on'. I shook my head as tears pooled in my eyes and looked up at Ashley who gazed down at me, a mixture if sadness and anger on his in his eyes. Chris gripped my hair roughly, pulling me up to face him.

He seethed, "You will do as I say, or I'll fucking kill you." I shook involuntarily as a sob racked through my body. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that Chris would kill me if I didn't follow his orders, which made me cry even harder.

I turned back to Ashley with tears streaming down my face. He pouted slightly and glared at Chris who was now back in his spot on the bed, watching me carefully.

"You don't have to do this, Scar." Andy blurted out.

I shook my head and whispered, "He'll kill me."

"I will." Chris nodded, earning a glare from Andy.

"You won't fucking touch her." He growled.

Chris rolled his eyes and ignored Andy's words. "Carry on, kitten." I felt nauseous at the pet name that should have been cute but, in this case, was the complete opposite.

I took a deep breathe to mentally prepare myself the best I could, seeing as there was no way I'd get out of going down on Ashley, and shakily inched my hands towards his zipper. Ash's breath caught in his throat when I undid the button and pulled the zipper down, biting my lip to prevent letting out a sob as I did so.

"I..." I cried, "I don't know what to do, I've never done this before! Please don't make me." My hands fell to my lap.

"Pull his jeans down halfway. Ashley, lift your hips." Ricky ordered. Ash did as he was told and lifted his hips enough for me to pull his skinny jeans down just before his knees. "Now," Ricky said, "Take him out of his boxers and pump him a few times to get him hard."

I sniffled quietly and reached into Ashley's boxers, whimpering when my fingers brushed along his length. My heart pounded in my chest as I wrapped my fingers around him and pulled him out of his boxers, gasping involuntarily. This was really happening. I glanced over at Andy, looking for a sign of disappointment in his eyes, but all I found was anger and pity as he stared at my hand that was still wrapped around Ashley's manhood.

"Come on." Chris spoke from behind me, sounding impatient.

I squeezed my eyes shut and began to move my hand up and down Ashley's dick, cringing when he let out a shaky breath. I pulled my hand away when he noticeably hardened in my hand and bit my lip before continuing to slowly pump him.

"Scarlett," Ash breathed, "I'm so sorry..." I knew he was apologizing for the fact that he was getting pleasure out of this but I knew he couldn't help it. So I shook my head, letting him know he didn't need to apologize.

"He looks hard enough." Ricky said. "Now, wrap those pretty little lips around him and put that mouth to work!" Andy growled viciously, causing Chris to chuckle from the bed.

I looked up at Ashley, my lip quivering at the lust and regret that clouded his eyes. Sitting up on my knees, I gave Andy a look of apology before taking as much of Ashley into my mouth as I could. I choked slightly and cried at the moan to suppress past his lips before it was cut off by his mouth snapping shut. It was a natural reaction, but it still made a chill run down my spine.

I bobbed my head up and down, instinctively curling my fingers around the base. I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible so I choked back my tears and focused on the task at hand. After a few continuous moments of bobbing my head up and down, Ashley's breathing became ragged and uneven, signaling his climax was coming soon. He let out a breathy moan before releasing his load into my mouth. I didn't want to swallow it, and instead let my anger get the best of me. Chris came up behind me and grabbed me by the hair so we were face to face. Before he could say anything I spit Ashley's cum in his face, making a break for the door when he let go of me to wipe the sticky substance off himself.

"No!" I yelled as Ricky grabbed me from behind. "Let go of me!" He threw me into the bed, moving back so Chris could straddle my waist.

"You're gonna pay for that."

Notes

I'm so fucked up hahahaah
but don't worry! Things will get better-ish in the next chapter!!!!! So don't hate me :'(

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