Edit: I had this story half done, so if suddenly things are going fine and then everything gets wack it's because, well one, I haven't updated in so long, two, I stopped right in the middle of a sexual scene, and three, I've had a hell of a trip, I'm sorry.



 I'm all caught up on rewriting the chapters for "The Voices Tell Me to Kill You" so hopefully this book will have more attention. 
Sexual content warning.

             ~Name Key~
Johnny 3 Tears: George Ragan
Charlie Scene: Jordon Terrell
J-Dog: Jorel Decker
Funny man: Dylan Alvarez
Danny: Daniel Murillo (He's just gonna be called Danny)
Da Kurlzz: Matthew Busek

Y/n pov

I didn't move for a long time, or maybe it was only a second. But finally, I roughly brushed the tears from my eyes and stood, leaning against the wall for support.
"Now, Y/n," Jordon spoke as if he was speaking to a child, "I don't want to hurt you, not just yet. However, if you will not listen, I won't hesitate to use force." I couldn't help but glare at the man, "hesitate" had to be the only reasonably "big" word he knew. Jordon looked as if he was picked up behind a run down 7-Eleven.
"So what will it be? Are you going to listen?"
I decided the best thing to do would be to listen, reluctantly I muttered a, "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
Seething, I glared down at the floor, fighting back the anger that rose in my throat, "Yes, Sir." 
Jordon grinned, knowing he had me in ropes and was very happy about that.
"Get undressed."
I roughly grabbed the hem of my shirt and started to jerk it off, when he stopped me, "No no no, there's no need to rush," He smirked, "Do it slowly." I continued, slower this time. As soon as it was off, it was as if that shirt, as it dropped to the ground, held all the anger, the confidence I had, whatever bravery, if that's what it could be called, fell away with it. I realized how truly scared I was, I had never done this kinda thing before. I started unbuttoning my jeans after I kicked off my shoes, slipping them off slower, suddenly taking all the time I could. When they were off, and I had reached around, barely touching the clasp of my bra, I stopped. I started to choke up, not necessarily crying but damn close. Jordon took notice of this, pushing my hands back down, "I'll be nice and take it from here."
"How kind of you," I managed to sarcastically reply. He only snickered, leaning close. So close that I could feel his breath against the base of my neck. I shut my eyes, despite the situation, I thought of Little Red Riding Hood, and how the Big Bad Wolf got her grandma, and the huntsman came along and saved her. Where was my huntsman? It was my fault, the huntsman saved me once, but wouldn't again. My thoughts were shattered as Jordon unhooked my bra with such expertise that I wondered how many other victims he had. The piece of fabric dropped uselessly to the ground.
"Get on the bed," He breathed against my ear, moving just enough to let me by. I only nodded and stiffly made my way towards it, not sitting down, just staring at it. "You have a listening problem," Jordon growled but didn't seem upset. He grinned afterward, picking me up as if I weighed nothing and throwing me, not gently of course, onto the bed. Before I could protest, any voice I had was ripped away as he crawled on top of me. 
"Just relax," He purred, "Close your eyes or look away if it helps. As I said, I won't hurt you, just relax." Jordon chuckled softly at the end, dipping down in the nook of my neck. I did as he said, squeezing my eyes shut and turning my head away. 
I had never done anything like this and had never wanted to do anything like this. As rough hands slipped up and down my body, discarding the last bit of clothing, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable. He stopped then, sitting up for a moment. I only assumed he was undressing, refusing to open my eyes again. The pause in his actions gave me a moment to breath and think. It didn't last long. Jordon resumed his position, lips latching against my neck before biting down. 
Willing myself to block out what was happening, I could only pray it would be over quick. But of course, it wasn't. Jordon took his time, touching every place he could, and when the main event began, the only thing I could do was grit my teeth and wait for it to end. 
And when it did, when the man made sure he touched every possible place, violated me in every possible way, it was over. 
I laid with my back to him, staring intently at the far wall. Jordon laid contently on his back, one arm wrapped around me. It wasn't necessarily a cuddle, but more of a possessive action. As I laid there, numbly, I realized some part of my mind eroded away, some form of innocence destroyed. Something I could never get back. I was disgusted with myself, disgusted with the things I had to do. I didn't have a choice, of course, but it didn't falter the growing hate for myself. I realized how weak I was, I could've done something! Could've fought back! Could've ran! Or tried to, at least. But I didn't. Before I could stop, tears slipped down my cheeks, I shuddered and started to tremble, somehow terrified, but of what? I hadn't been hurt, and it was over. But, this man, who I've never met before this night, had taken something I could never get back, he had violated me in ways I never thought anyone could. And to top it all off, more men would do the same, there could be three more, or twenty, I had no way of knowing, no way of knowing what else they would do. 
"Quick crying or else I'm going to kick you out to the drug addict." I glanced at him before completely turning away. "Cold shoulder, huh?" Jordon chuckled coldly, "Is that a no to the steak dinner then? I mean like a cheap TV dinner Salisbury steak without the TV."
"You're a piece of shit," I couldn't stop myself, slightly afraid afterward. "She talks!" He sat up, "I'll let that one slide, but next time I'll feed you to the dogs. The Dog." Throwing a glance over my shoulder, I frowned, "The dog?"
"The Dog. J-dog. Don't want to be left in a room alone with him, I'll tell you that. Mean little shit, violent. Give him a buck, he'll give you a body." I forced myself to sit up, clutching the blanket to my bare chest, giving him my full attention. He continued, amused, "Heard he was abused as a child or some heavy shit like that, I heard a lot of things, rumors spread quickly, like fire. And you know what, he likes fire. And he doesn't like you." I couldn't help but shudder, fear flashing in my eyes. Jordon leaned in closer, a wicked grin forming on his face, "You haven't met him, have you? I've seen him, you know, while he works. He likes to burn people alive. The kind of people that can't fend for themselves, the kind who can't fend off attackers. Kinda like you."
A knock sounded at the door, a loud, heavy one. I couldn't help but yell out in terror, while Jordon only laughed, "Don't shit yourself, nothing but rumors." The man got off the bed, half-hazardly pulled his pants on, and tripped on his way towards the door. He opened it a crack, just enough to glare out at whoever had interrupted his fun. From my position on the bed, I could easily see the mess of hair, It was Matt. 
"What?" Jordon hissed, "I thought you were done with her."
"Looks like I'm not."
Jordon smirked, "Sloppy seconds?"
Matt forced his way in, almost shoving the other over, who protested loudly. "Get dressed." Was all he said, grabbing nearby clothes that were mine, tossing them in my general direction. He turned away afterward, right back to meet Jordon, "Coming back to take your little pet, well go ahead, I'm done with her. Wasn't the best fuck I've had, but I'm sure that if we give her a few days with Dylan... well, she'll come around, maybe learn how to suck a dick proper-" He was cut off by a hard slap across the face, followed by a shove and a long string of curses. But the man only laughed, "First time I've seen you actually show emotion for another human being, Matty. I've told her all about the Dog, we should feed her to him. He's awfully hungry since our last run." Matt clenched his jaw, "He won't touch her." 
"Not how things work, she's nothing but a toy. Something we can all touch and then throw away. Something we can break and not have to worry about, "we can always get another", right? So why don't you take her, do whatever the hell you want, and then give her to the next guy in line? That's how things work here, you know that." Matt didn't reply, deep down knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it. 
"Why do you care? What's so special about this one girl? This nobody?" But he didn't answer, he couldn't. For he himself didn't know the answer.

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I forgot how much I love writing, it's a shame I don't do it as much as I wish I did. Anyways, I hope it wasn't too bad, I'll get better. I just need a bit of time.