Warning: This chapter contains disturbing scenes.

Ebun

It wasn't him.

When she turned to take a proper look at who had been following closely behind her, she saw that it was a stranger. And it wasn't just one stranger.

The bushes rustled some more and footsteps trampled on the fallen leaves. She had heard those sounds when she walked down the street to her house but she never estimated that five other strangers were trailing her.

The six strangers were all men.

At least they seemed like men because they were a lot taller than she was and their body build was a little too much for an average teenage boy. When her elder brother, Alexander was nineteen, he was simply lanky. Same with other teenage boys she had observed.

Suddenly, she felt weak and wished she would swallow her words. Why had she asked the stalker to come out like that? Why did she sound so arrogant in the face of danger? She started to wish she was a lot more careful and hadn't behaved like she was ready for whatever was going to come her way.

The first guy she saw made her regret her actions and conducts immediately because when she looked at him properly, she couldn't see his face. A white mask covered it all with only a little, open spaces that gave a little view of his eyes. She couldn't even see them properly to ascertain what color they were.

His clothes were black and it left very little of his skin out in the open. It wasn't like she could even identify who he was. She was only able to tell that he wasn't the guy from the corridor because he wasn't of average height.

The five other guys that had been also been following her moved closer to where she stood. They weren't wearing any masks like the first guy but they were wearing black clothes too which made it somewhat hard for her to properly mark out their faces at that moment.

Even with the sun scorching down their figures, it only made them look like monstrous shadows of the noonday and that was the only thing Ebun could think of. The fact that she'd found herself in a state where she'd spent years aiming never to find herself in – defenseless.

None of them held any weapons. At least not any that she could easily see but the fact that it was the six of them against her did one thing that was uncommon to Ebun's personality. It scared her. She clutched the fabric of her uniform closely, her eyes darting from one head to the other, nudging her brain to think of an effective way to escape this situation at all but was there any?

The corridor guy had won if this was his plan for her and she hated it so much. She was already programmed to lose in this terrible situation.

Deep within her, she knew that fighting or trying to escape the situation would be vain but she still wanted to try something. Anything. Instinctively out of fear, she planted her back against the metal gate which was right behind her. The force in which she used to rest against the gate had caused it to open widely which meant that the gate was initially not locked.

As soon as the gate opened, she ran with all of her might. It was a smaller-sized gate compared to the main gate that could accommodate an entry of cars so maybe she was at a little advantage.

Before she could close the gate, however, one of the six guys had stormed in with a force and he was closing to grabbing her arm but there was no way he could with the energy she used. One of the perks of being a kid – having the incredible stamina to run speedily.

Her mind was still reeling, as her eyes searched for a place where she could hide and would not be found easily but the outer surroundings didn't provide any suitable answer to her inner quest.

The compound wasn't largely spaced enough for her to conceal herself so she dashed toward the stairways that were right behind the story building. What she had to do was make sure the door was locked. Her mother must have kept the key somewhere around the house so she could have access to it once she gets back from school.

She would be at an advantage if she could get the key on time so she could go in, lock herself up and throw the keys away before the guys catch up to her. Even if they eventually break into the house, she would have found a safe space to hide long before that happens but if she finds the door already open, then she was at a huge loss.

As she ran up the stairs, she heard the multiple footsteps thumping closely behind. She was lucky if they still couldn't see her but she kept running. When she got to the back door of the house, she turned the doorknob only for the door to open widely. She swallowed harshly and closed the door.

Jesus. Why didn't they lock the damn door?

She wanted to curse them to eternity and beyond for doing this to her at this moment. Her parents were the ones who constantly hammered about security consciousness every damn time but couldn't afford to lock the back door simply because they felt she would have difficulty finding the keys.

She roamed her hands around the keyhole both at the front and the backside of the door but she couldn't find the key. Biting her lip, sweat ran down her cheeks as she searched everything she could find in outer space. She checked beneath the shoes that were displayed messily on the floor. Even the gas cylinder. Where is the key?!

She looked up and saw the small window by the side of the door. It was the window of the storehouse and that was when it clicked. Immediately, she raised her toes higher so her hands could reach the window and once she did, she roamed her hands all over for the key.

She was about the raise the glass to search a bit further when two hands wrung her waist, lifting her from the ground entirely like the last time. She couldn't feel her stomach and breathing became difficult. Her heart went numb from beating for a moment and her mind stopped reeling.

Was that her body admitting that it was truly over?

"I expected you to kick me in the shin telling from the way you dared me to come out a couple of minutes ago. I was told you were a brave girl and you seemed like one but right now, you are acting otherwise. You should be able to show me what you've got shouldn't you?" the guy's voice was hoarse and sounded like thunder in her ears but she was too rigid to flinch.

In one swift movement, he carried her on his shoulder and kicked the door open. The other five guys followed.

***

Ebun had another chance or probability of overcoming. The first room in the house to be seen once the back door was opened was the kitchen and just on the kitchen's island stood a container of knives and wooden spoons.

Although the guy who had her draped over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes was moderately tall which made it hard for her to reach for any of the knives, she still tried her hardest.

This was the only room in the house that gave her access to tools that could be weaponized. If she missed her chance to grab a hold of any, then she was doomed. As the guy moved further into the large kitchen, Ebun changed positions very slowly despite how hard it was because his arm was very tight on her waist but she continued, till she got a hold on one of the knives.

But there was no way the guy hadn't felt her body move against his shoulder and it was just at that moment that the container fell with all the knives, spoons, and forks falling to the ground with various metallic sounds.

Ebun gasped and at that moment, a tear slipped down her cheeks. Why was she failing at every attempt to save herself?

The knife fell from her hand immediately the guy stopped moving. He stopped abruptly after he heard the sound and brought Ebun down. It was the masked guy who had carried her over his shoulder. He slapped both sides of her cheeks in outrage. One of the guys laughed.

He and one of the other five guys dragged her by the collar of her uniform till they got past the living room, her limbs sidled past the tiled floor, producing a squeaky sound. She was being treated like a criminal, tied to four houses moving in different directions for her body to be quartered.

Ebun wanted to scream but her heart felt stuffy. Her lips couldn't move. She was immobile for many seconds, probably wondering if this was all truly happening to her. She'd become that senior at the corridor, helpless and it took nothing from them for that to happen to her.

This wasn't something that was supposed to be happening to her but it was and she couldn't come to terms with it.

They dragged her further till they got to the passageway and opened the first room they had seen. It was her room.

One of them opened the door and locked it once the six of them were all inside the room with her.  Immediately, the masked guy pushed her inside the room. Her forehead collided harshly with the wood cornering the bed and it was on that spot where there happened to be a nail that wasn't screwed properly into the wood.

So it punctured a hole on her forehead, making blood drip down her nose and crack through her lips in a crooked line like drizzling rain. The nail fell to the ground in a crooked design with a droplet of her blood on the sharp end.

The masked guy pulled her by the collar of her uniform again so she could face him. The sight of Ebun slowly losing her consciousness and her face slowly becoming a blood bath thrilled him to the extent where he'd gotten a boner.

He needed not to worry anymore about how he was going to reach his climax with a twelve-year-old girl since the sight of sheer pain had done the job for him.

Grinning cheekily, he placed her on the mattress and clambered over her laying form, he reached for the collar of her uniform again with both hands and grabbed her underwear inclusively.

In an almost immaculate movement, he ripped everything that shielded her body in half. Just one move. Beneath his mask, his face reddened with glee at the sight of her almost naked form. He was so excited to see something out of the ordinary body of an average twelve-year-old girl.

He wanted to see everything. He wanted more. He was excited.

The masked guy lifted himself off her and took off the remaining shreds of clothing on her body. Then he brought out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped all of the blood that oozed down her face and started to wipe it all over her naked body, patches of the blood smearing her sides.

She was now fully naked for the six men to see. It was a beautiful sight indeed. He loved the artwork he had created out of the feisty girl's blood. It was good to see it spread all over her body.

That was what she wanted to see when she punched that guy in the corridor. It was only normal for someone else to want the same from her.

"Gilbert, " the masked guy pointed to a sallow-faced guy amongst them as he inspected her on the bed. "go first. You all are going to take your turns before I do, " he leaned against that the wall, folding his arms under his broad chest.

The sallow-faced guy was nearly as enthusiastic as the masked guy only that he was nowhere near composed. The way he moved towards the bed was as though his balls had been aching to hoist themselves into her walls.

Quickly, he unbuckled his belt and zipped down, bringing his trousers and boxer briefs, adequately below his posterior. He raised Ebun's legs, widening her hips apart as he wasted no time to thrust into her.

She gasped for the second time since the nail had drilled a hole into her forehead and took a sharp intake of air. It was her first time. Another tear escaped her eyes running horizontally to her ears.

Her vision was getting dimmer but there was no way she didn't take note of the expression on the guy's face that was atop her. He squeezed his face and bit his lip like a beast as he moved in and out of her. He became faster and his expression got uglier.

It became a lot more unbearable as Ebun felt her stomach turn inside out in the literal sense of the movement. She whimpered as more blood oozed from her forehead for the second time. The guy finally stopped and his face dropped in satisfaction as he licked his lips.

"That was quite the show. Nice one, " the masked guy laughed. "Gordon, you're next."

More tears fell down her eyes in unbelief at her insane reality. All of these six guys were going to take her through hell for six times that felt like forever. How much more could she take? Her whole body was hurting excruciatingly and her vagina felt very sore. Like it was going to tear and get detached from her body.

The second guy did what the first guy did. So did the third guy, and the fourth. Her bedsheet was already heavily soaked with her blood when it was time for the fifth guy.

"Gaius, why are you shaking like a leaf?" the masked guy queried. The other four guys had performed greatly and given Ebun what she deserved but Gaius was the only one who didn't want to touch her.

One might ask what he was doing amongst a gang of rapists if he wasn't interested in having his way with a girl but he found himself among them and whether it was a matter of choice, one couldn't properly ascertain.

"Do it! We don't have all day!" The masked guy grunted. Gaius flinched and hurriedly moved to the side of the bed. He wasn't aroused so there was not much that he could do.

But he knew he had to convince them that he was doing something and he was enjoying the act like the four other guys had so he rocked his body against hers, closing his eyes through the whole process but all of these didn't make his organ rise.

Ebun was very weak now and could barely see what the guy was doing but she couldn't feel any more pain. Maybe it was because her body was getting numb or it was because the guy wasn't doing anything. Her waist did hurt, however.

The masked guy was furious and his patience was running very thin. He could no longer wait to devour his meal so he pushed the fidgeting guy away from the bed and ascended on her body.

Ah! The authentic smell of blood did crazy things to his mind. His belt fell onto the ground with a thud. He raised her legs and wrapped them around his back as he began to thrust in. It was so much pleasure he felt he was going to burst into the nothingness from the ecstasy he derived.

By now, Ebun was hoping she would die because she thought the pain would lessen as the act continued but the forceful insertion of every penis inside her vagina hurt too intricately. Every movement and every effect, she was conscious enough to feel.

She wanted to scream again as the veins on her neck showed visibly, her face a burning shade of pink and red but each time she tried to, more blood streamed straight out of her forehead.

The masked guy sniffed all the sides of her body where the blood was smeared. The scent of it turned him on over and over again and so he went on and on even after reaching the highest peak and Ebun felt every repeated thrust until she lost a track record of how many times he had gone into her.

"Ah!" he breathed, sweating profusely. "This was so damn good!" his body calmed after his seeds had spilled and he made sure to come on her body. The view of his semen and the blood on her body looked like milk and wine. It was so good to see.

Just before he descended from her body, he said a few words that only she could hear because he had whispered them.

"I want you to look for me and catch me if you can. I really hope you do your best to find me."

Ebun lost consciousness right after she had heard those words. Catch me if you can...

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It was tough for me to write this chapter. I wanted to make it as violent and painful as possible and I'm just hoping it was. This is my first time writing a rape scene so I hope I did great to a certain extent.