Free Click by Marian Tee

something really special prepared for this one here.” Manolito tweaked MJ’s nipple, and it was the last straw just before MJ’s mind shattered.

Chapter Eleven

    MJ was crying.  
    In his mind, she was crying and it tore him apart because he knew how much she hated to cry, how much she hated being weak.  
    I’m here now, baby. Why won’t you look at me?  
    But she didn’t stop crying, didn’t even look back at him.
    Gracie squeezed his arm. “Are you ready?” Her voice was excited and slurred at the same time. The drugs he had put in the bottle of wine he had sent her were starting to take effect. All perfect timing, since a fully alert Gracie would ruin his plans.
    Pulling her to his side, he played with her breasts while idly flipping on the tiny camera he had pinned to the neckline of her dress while they had been fucking inside the car. He saw it blink once, a tiny red light that was lost in the blaze of lights focused on the ceremonial stage in front of them. With the camera on, his men would be able to position themselves around the compound and ensure that they wouldn’t be killing anyone innocent.
    Now that was done, the hardest part awaited him.
    Taking a deep breath, Helios forced himself to look at the stage. Manolito was lying flat on his back on a marble table, naked. A moment later, MJ was brought forward, and she wasn’t struggling. The vacant look in her eyes tore at him, and Helios had to remind him that it was for her sake he couldn’t do a fucking thing…yet.
    Ten seconds.
    When they started to disrobe her, she didn’t do a thing. He wanted to fucking cry for her, and he knew when this was all over, he would. Goddammit, why? Why did someone so pure and innocent like MJ had to suffer something like this?
    Nine seconds.
    The men lifted MJ up and placed her slowly on top of Manolito.  
    But still she didn’t move a muscle.
    “Look at her,” Gracie whispered hatefully. “She looks so calm. She thinks she can just pretend this isn’t happening?” She laughed at the thought. “What a dumb bitch. There’s more—”
    Six seconds.
    Helios froze at Gracie’s last words.
    And that was when he saw another man, built like an ox, climb on top of the pedestal and crawl towards MJ. It was only then MJ stirred, only when she saw that her nightmare was the very worst kind, that she started to struggle, tears running down her eyes.
    Four seconds.
    “Nooooooooooooooooo—”
    Helios knew he would never forget that sound in his life, never forget the look of despair on MJ’s face as she found herself sandwiched between two monsters.
    Three seconds.
    “You first,” Manolito told the man on top of MJ.
    Fuck the plan, Helios thought. Even if he’d end up killing himself for not sticking to the plan, it didn’t matter. All he knew was that he could not bear to prolong MJ’s agony.  
    Two seconds.
    Snatching Gracie’s handbag as he pushed his way forward, he pulled out the knife he had hidden, flipped it open, and let it fly.
    The knife hit Manolito square in the forehead, killing him in an instant.  
    Chaos erupted, followed by the sound of bullets behind him as Manolito’s men exchanged fire with Helios’ men outside the compound. Helios didn’t stop moving, running as fast as he could to get to MJ.
    ****
    The sight of a knife sticking out of Manolito’s head shocked the man on top of MJ so much that he lost total control. In his haste to scramble out of the way, he inadvertently pushed his dick forward, and MJ screamed.
    Her violation was complete.
    She screamed and she screamed and she screamed.
    Suddenly, the man on top of her became dead weight, and then he was being rolled out of the way.
    Still she screamed, wishing she could scream herself out of the nightmare she had found herself in.
    Someone was shaking her, calling her name.
    “MJ! MJ! Open your eyes! You’re safe!”
    Helios?
    Was that Helios?
    If it was—
    She didn’t want to see him.
    Not like this.
    Not ever.
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