Free Arrival of the Prophecy by Robin Renee Ray

“Gag her,
I wouldn’t want her lover to hear her cries right before he died, that would
just be too cruel.”
      The whole room started
laughing as Gray acknowledged his orders and walked
back out the front door, going to the trunk of the car. He opened it moving
Louis’s corpse over and pulling out a roll of duct tape, then went back through
the house paying no mind to the conversation that was going on inside. He
continued on through to the so called kitchen where he found the keys hanging,
and went out the back door. Once he had the shed door open, Gray reached down, grabbing Sky’s ankle, and in one swift yank dropped her to the
ground. She lay helpless and unaware of what was happening to her, as Gray kicked her leg to the side before going into the shed
to look for a light switch.
      Sky’s unconscious nude body
was laying on its right side on the debris covered earth. Her hair tangled,
hiding the abuse on her angelic face, while she lay there with her left arm up
and over her head, with the other painfully angled behind her body. Her left
leg was in front of her, bent at the knee, which kept her from lying on her face, her right leg was straight out like as if she were
stretching. That was the leg that Gray reached down
and took a hold of. He pulled her into the shed where he had cleaned a small
spot for her body to lay in and began binding her limbs.
    He grabbed Sky by her shoulder and hip, flipping her on to her
stomach, roughly pulling each arm, wrapping the duct tape around her wrist
several times before sliding back until he was able to do the same to her knees
and ankles. For no reason what so ever, he ran his hand slowly and gently back
up her leg, then slapped her on the butt. He rolled her back over, lifted her
into a sitting position, and then sat down crossing his legs, leaning her back
into his lap. He reached in and pulled out a white handkerchief from his suit
pocket and with her head resting on his chest he rolled it into a tight ball.        
    Gray gripped the
cloth in his fist, stroking her hair with his other hand, murmuring how sweet
she was, slipping his hand down over her chest, squeezing her breast, while
burying his face in the back of her hair. The more his hand molested her flesh,
the more his body gave way to the motion of certain relief. It wasn’t until
Sky’s head moved to the side that the big man froze, and as fast as he had
pulled her up against himself, he pushed her away. Somewhere in Gray’s attempted rape on Sky he misplaced the handkerchief,
so he found a dirty piece of cloth from the floor, tore a strip, rolled it up
and shoved it deep into her mouth. He then took the duct tape and instead of
tearing off a piece and placing it over her mouth, he wrapped it several times
around her head, then hurried out of the shed in fear she would wake up wanting
to sate a hunger that he wasn’t willing to feed.
    ***
    Unbeknown to Timothy, Anthony’s men had already put his plan in
action. Seven were racing up the back side of the mountain in their wolf forms,
going through terrain no vehicle could maneuver , while
four others took the front trails that led up from Oak Ridge. All of them took
out any wolf that stood in their way. Anthony followed the remaining three
enforcers on his motorcycle, with Kayla holding him firmly around the waist. The
three were in two separate vehicles, large enough to carry everyone back that
was still standing after all was said and done. They pulled over on the dirt
road, about a half a mile down from Stack’s cabin. Anthony drove up to the lead
car and turned off the motor.
    “Everyone knows what to do. Kayla, this is where you wait until this
is over,” Anthony said helping her off the bike.
    “What if she needs me?”
    “I’ll bring her to you,” he said pulling her into a hug. “I
promise.”
    Anthony watched as Kayla slid behind a pine tree, then he nodded to
the men in the car. He turned the key and revved the motor, peeling out