blindfolded, searching for a glimpse of it through the blackness. She knew the moon would just be rising, and in her mind's eye, she focused there, feeling herself going, going … gone.
Daddy, I fell down.
Her little girl self was cowering somewhere, but she didn’t show it. Inside, she was filled with those hitching, uncontrollable sobs, and she saw her father’s face, his eyes soft with concern, kissing her to knee to try and make it better. She was afraid of the medicine, afraid of the band-aid, afraid of the pain.
Close your eyes and go to the moon, Lindsey, like we do at night before you go to sleep , and it won’t hurt so much.
So she did. She pulled back, away from herself, floating somewhere above it all. And she could see them, somehow she could see it all, the looming shadows moving around her as she strained against the ropes, strung up and helpless. She wanted to scream, but she knew no one would come. No one would believe her. No one ever did. There was no one to protect her and there never would be. There was nothing to do except float, somewhere above it all, watching as they beat her, and when she didn’t respond to that, tearing the limbs from branches and using those to bloody her back and legs.
“ Shit, man, what’s wrong with her?” Gritty smacked her hard across the face, rocking her head back, but Lindsey didn’t make a sound. She was far above it, a roar like the sound of the F-16s flying overhead filling her ears, the pain just a dream.
“ Is she dead?” That was Brian’s voice, shaking, scared. Lindsey wanted to call to him, tell him it was okay, she was okay, but words wouldn’t form in her swollen mouth.
“ Get her down.” Smooth sounded disgusted, very unsatisfied.
The ropes stopped holding her and she collapsed into the dirt like a child’s doll. There was a voice in her head, forming words, just one: Run! Run! Run! But her body wouldn’t cooperate. In her mind, she was running, sprinting down the path, over logs, ignoring the sting of branches against her face, but still she could see herself, limbs bloody and folded beneath her in the dirt as the shadows loomed again.
“ Okay, kid, saddle up.”
“ What?” Brian’s voice was still shaking and Lindsey wanted to comfort him, but she still couldn’t move.
“ You heard me! Get on that bitch and ride her!”
“ I—”
Lindsey didn’t know what was happening, but gentle hands turned her, the dirt incredibly cool and even soothing against her stinging back and behind. She felt herself coming back into her body and she fought it, but couldn’t.
Brian’s voice trembled in her ear as he leaned over her, fumbling with the buckle on his jeans. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… ”
Something flopped between her legs, and she realized he was trying to jam himself into her soft.
“What’s the matter with you, fuckhead?” Smooth snorted. “Can’t get a fucking hard-on?”
“ I—”
“ It’s okay.” Lindsey reached down and found him, limp and wilting in her hand, and she began to stroke him. Her touch was practiced, expert, her thumb rubbing the sensitive glans as she whispered into Brian’s ear all the things she knew men loved to hear.
“ That’s it, baby. I want that hard dick in my wet little cunt. I’m so hot for you. Feel that wet pussy? You want to sink your cock in that hot little hole?”
“ Ohhh fuck.” Brian shook his head, denying it, but his cock was hardening in her hand.
“ She really does like it!” Gritty’s voice was too close—he was on the ground beside her—and she shrank from the sound.
Brian whispered, “Lindsey, I’m so sorry… ”
“ Come on,” she whispered back, aiming his now-full erection between her legs. “Fuck me. Give them a good show.”
“ Yeah, that’s it… ” Smooth’s voice was almost a whisper, too, somewhere over her. She could imagine him licking his lips, rubbing his crotch while he watched, getting ready to get it out to stroke it to the
Daddy, I fell down.
Her little girl self was cowering somewhere, but she didn’t show it. Inside, she was filled with those hitching, uncontrollable sobs, and she saw her father’s face, his eyes soft with concern, kissing her to knee to try and make it better. She was afraid of the medicine, afraid of the band-aid, afraid of the pain.
Close your eyes and go to the moon, Lindsey, like we do at night before you go to sleep , and it won’t hurt so much.
So she did. She pulled back, away from herself, floating somewhere above it all. And she could see them, somehow she could see it all, the looming shadows moving around her as she strained against the ropes, strung up and helpless. She wanted to scream, but she knew no one would come. No one would believe her. No one ever did. There was no one to protect her and there never would be. There was nothing to do except float, somewhere above it all, watching as they beat her, and when she didn’t respond to that, tearing the limbs from branches and using those to bloody her back and legs.
“ Shit, man, what’s wrong with her?” Gritty smacked her hard across the face, rocking her head back, but Lindsey didn’t make a sound. She was far above it, a roar like the sound of the F-16s flying overhead filling her ears, the pain just a dream.
“ Is she dead?” That was Brian’s voice, shaking, scared. Lindsey wanted to call to him, tell him it was okay, she was okay, but words wouldn’t form in her swollen mouth.
“ Get her down.” Smooth sounded disgusted, very unsatisfied.
The ropes stopped holding her and she collapsed into the dirt like a child’s doll. There was a voice in her head, forming words, just one: Run! Run! Run! But her body wouldn’t cooperate. In her mind, she was running, sprinting down the path, over logs, ignoring the sting of branches against her face, but still she could see herself, limbs bloody and folded beneath her in the dirt as the shadows loomed again.
“ Okay, kid, saddle up.”
“ What?” Brian’s voice was still shaking and Lindsey wanted to comfort him, but she still couldn’t move.
“ You heard me! Get on that bitch and ride her!”
“ I—”
Lindsey didn’t know what was happening, but gentle hands turned her, the dirt incredibly cool and even soothing against her stinging back and behind. She felt herself coming back into her body and she fought it, but couldn’t.
Brian’s voice trembled in her ear as he leaned over her, fumbling with the buckle on his jeans. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… ”
Something flopped between her legs, and she realized he was trying to jam himself into her soft.
“What’s the matter with you, fuckhead?” Smooth snorted. “Can’t get a fucking hard-on?”
“ I—”
“ It’s okay.” Lindsey reached down and found him, limp and wilting in her hand, and she began to stroke him. Her touch was practiced, expert, her thumb rubbing the sensitive glans as she whispered into Brian’s ear all the things she knew men loved to hear.
“ That’s it, baby. I want that hard dick in my wet little cunt. I’m so hot for you. Feel that wet pussy? You want to sink your cock in that hot little hole?”
“ Ohhh fuck.” Brian shook his head, denying it, but his cock was hardening in her hand.
“ She really does like it!” Gritty’s voice was too close—he was on the ground beside her—and she shrank from the sound.
Brian whispered, “Lindsey, I’m so sorry… ”
“ Come on,” she whispered back, aiming his now-full erection between her legs. “Fuck me. Give them a good show.”
“ Yeah, that’s it… ” Smooth’s voice was almost a whisper, too, somewhere over her. She could imagine him licking his lips, rubbing his crotch while he watched, getting ready to get it out to stroke it to the
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