Trigger Warning: This chapter contains intense psychological trauma, physical violence, sexual assault, and emotionally disturbing content. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
"Do you like that?"
STOP.
STOP.
STOP.
The leader's voice was a low, taunting whisper, his breath hot against Florian's neck. His tongue flicked out, tracing a wet, deliberate line up the side of Florian's throat.
PLEASE.
STOP.
PLEASE!
Florian shuddered violently, his body trembling as sobs wracked him.
His wrists burned from the ropes that bound him, the skin raw and bleeding from his desperate struggles. His ankles were no better, the coarse fibers digging into his flesh with every futile tug.
"Please...Please, stop. I-I'm begging you..."
The laughter around him was deafening, a cacophony of cruel amusement that made his stomach churn. Hands were everywhere—groping, pinching, pulling at his clothes, at his skin.
