It was late at night when 7 year old, Evie White, was still up, ready to start a movie to watch with her big brother. All was going well, she was setting it up but soon she felt her breath taken away, she was gagged and held up above so her feet were dangling mid-air. She was hyperventilating and trying her best to scream but no sounds were coming out. Soon it all started to go black. When she next woke up she was in a dark place. She couldn't tell where it was until she looked around and realized she was in a large car. Evie was still very woozy, but she soon got shaken awake.
"Yeah, we've got your daughter. If you want her back we expect our meth." She heard one of the men saying. She shivered and started to cry from fear as she felt helpless to escape from the bounds.
"Tomorrow, or we'll slit her throat." The deep voice said menacingly. Her pupils dilated in fear and she cowered. She tried to say, "No please don't!" But it was muffled by the tape on her mouth. She soon heard the call end and she cried more. She stayed awake for most of the long trip before she was dragged out and taken to an old house in the country. She didn't dare fight any of the guys taking her off as they had a gun to her as she was walking.
Once inside the chilling old house, Evie was led up a rickety staircase to a dimly lit bedroom. She was pushed onto the unmade bed and tied down with ropes. As she struggled, she heard footsteps going down the stairs, and then the front door slammed shut. Alone and terrified, Evie stared at the shadows of the room, her mind racing with fear and dread.
She fought to free herself from all the ropes, tears streaming down her face as panic set in. She tried to scream again and again, but the tape still covered her mouth, trapping her cries. She lay there, her heart pounding in her chest, as her thoughts began to wander to her family waiting for her safe return. She didn't know how much time had passed when she heard a man's voice outside her door, echoing through the house.
Evie's heart raced even faster at the sound of his voice, and she strained to listen for any information he might give. She heard footsteps drawing closer; her breaths becoming shallower as she desperately tried to remain silent. The door creaked open, and a shadowy figure entered the room. The man looked nervous. He had curly red hair and a mustache and was really really tall and wide.
He crept closer shyly. "I know it's really scary… they just, get really angry. You'll be okay if your mommy and daddy just listen to what we ask, okay?" He explained, seeming somewhat gentle.
Evie muffled some more and cried shaking her body. The man played with her dress a bit, "Really cute nightgown. Elsa…" She didn't respond.
He grabbed a blanket from somewhere nearby, and under the façade of a caring expression, he whispered, "Here, have a blanket. It'll make everything a little better." His voice was soothing and it helped Evie a bit as he placed the blanket over her shivering body. He left the room. Time passed, Evie had no idea how long as she'd been sleeping most of the time or wandering off in her thoughts. She was incredibly bored and couldn't take it. She started thinking of ways to escape, maybe by biting off the bounds, convincing someone, leaving fingerprints. She sighed and she didn't know what to do at all, she was only 7 and could only imagine so much. She cried herself to sleep that night.
The next day she woke up scared. She wondered if her parents had saved her. Apparently they must have because the men told her to get up, that they'd be meeting her parents and exchange the drug for their daughter. Evie got up and went into the car then on a walk to a very crowded park. She saw her dad, she got very excited but dared not to say a word with one of the men's firm grips on her shoulder. They were about to get the meth before they saw some police officers. The group of men thought they were being set up and ditched. She saw her father run after her and she cried as she knew she probably wouldn't see him ever again and would be killed just like what the scary men said.
She was taken back to the house and she heard the quiet voice of the men arguing in another room.
"Now what? There's been an amber alert and practically everyone's looking for us, and we don't have the meth." One of the men said frantically. He was mexican, dark skin and dark hair with an average build, named Bryan.
"I don't know! We just have to leave. I'm not getting caught with any more charges than just drugs so we've gotta go." The man said. He was white with dark brown hair and keen green eyes, and was a bit chubby, named Greece.
"What about the kid?" The orange haired man asked who was named Patrick.
"I don't care, slit her throat, shoot her. We can't take her with us she's too much evidence." Greece said.
Evie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Panic set in, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She prayed that her dad would find her, that someone would save her. She tried to scream for help, but the tape was still firmly in place, muffling her cries. Tears streamed down her face, she didn't want to die, she'd barely even gotten into first grade.
"Fuck no, that's too much. I'm not a child killer." Bryan said.
"Then? We take her with us, she slows us down. We leave her here and she rats on all of us. No other option."
Patrick thought for a bit.
"We can take her with us. I'll watch her, maybe even make sure she won't rat us out but we can't kill her, even selling her is better." Patrick finally said.
"Why the help would you want her here man? You got a thing for her or something?" Greece laughed.
"No… I'm just saying, little girls can help with money." Patrick said, and they knew what he was alluding to.
"Oh… hm… whatever. I don't really care what happens to the kid I just want my ass saved. Let's just hurry up before the cops find us." Greece said and Bryan sighed but agreed. Evie was terrified as she heard their conversation. Help with money? How? She didn't understand at all but soon she was grabbed and put back in the car, careful not to say a word as they traveled. She sat in the back seat with Patrick and he rubbed her shoulder trying to comfort her?
Evie tried her best to remain still and quiet, her heart pounding with every passing moment. She glanced at Patrick, feeling uncertain about his intentions but also desperate for any sign of kindness. His touch felt more like a gesture of control than comfort, but she appreciated the relief it brought from the tension of the situation.
As they drove along, Evie couldn't help but wonder where they were headed. She kept her eyes closed, afraid to see the unfamiliar surroundings outside the car window. She could hear Bryan and Greece talking in hushed voices in the front seat, discussing their next steps now that their plans had gone awry.
Finally, the car came to a stop, and they went into another house that was unoccupied. She was scared but started to go off to sleep again when she felt something weigh the bed down behind her.
Patrick climbed into the bed next to her, still rubbing her shoulder softly. Evie shivered.
She couldn't shake the feeling that she was trapped in a nightmare. She tried to suppress her fears, forcing herself to relax as Patrick gently tucked her under the blanket.
A strange sense of comfort came over her as the two of them lay side by side, sharing the same space. She felt his hand lower though, and he pulled up her dress.
Evie's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep with the weight of the man next to her. She tried to move away, to push him off, but her hands and feet were still bound and she didn't dare speak for fear of drawing more attention to herself.
As the hours passed, Evie grew increasingly uncomfortable and desperate for the man next to her to at least respect her boundaries. She knew she couldn't fight him, but the more she tried to get away from his touch, the tighter his grip seemed to become.
Suddenly, the door to the room creaked open and one of the men walked in, his eyes narrowed as they took in the scene.
"Patrick, what are you doing?" Bryan demanded, his voice low and threatening.
"Oh shit." Was all that Patrick said as he froze, fingers frozen against her underwear.
"Really, man? I knew something was off with you but this?" Bryan asked.
"She-she's really pretty. I'm sorry. Fuck, she just is… she's really alluring I just couldn't stop." Patrick said, failing to justify himself and instead only further incriminating himself.
"But you could." Bryan said, getting onto the bees as well.
"Let me see." Bryan asked, which surprised Patrick.
Patrick moved away so Bryan could too see the panties and he gasped.
"Nice…" Bryan said, reaching his fingers out to touch them.
Evie couldn't believe what was happening. She tried to shake her head in protest, but it only made her more frightened. Bryan, without a hint of shame, pulled down her dress and joined his fingers to Patrick's, both men now touching her. The poor kid muffled as she tried to speak up to no avail.Soon, the piece of fabric was slid off.
She didn't understand what was happening, she was just 7, but it felt scary and wrong. As Bryan and Patrick continued, she felt her mind slipping away, searched for an escape route in her mind.
The two men, still undressing her, alternated between admiring her and each other, their arousal growing stronger. Bryan spoke again, seemingly more dominant than Patrick now, his voice thick with desire.
"Shit. We should stop." Bryan said but he still continued. His fingers were roaming more and more and Evie kept on crying. Soon, the fingers went into her. She screamed muffled and Patrick groaned.
"Tight?" Bryan asked. Patrick's guilt was starting to fade as he pushed the fingers deeper.
"Yeah," Patrick said, his voice shaky as he felt his fingers squeezed by the child's warm hole. He was scared and he was angry at himself for getting this far, but he knew this was where he had to go. He couldn't back out now.
Meanwhile, Bryan didn't seem to have a problem with this. His eyes were locked on the scene, watching intently as Patrick slid his fingers in and out of Evie. He licked his lips, the desire coursing through his veins.
But Evie was beyond scared now, her body and mind feeling violated in ways she couldn't even comprehend. She tried to fight the pain with every fiber of her being, but it was hopeless. She couldn't escape, she couldn't get away.
"You like that?"
Patrick asked, his gaze never leaving the child's face as he continued to move his fingers inside her. Evie's eyes were wide with terror, tears streaming down her face as she tried to pull away, but she was trapped, helpless. She felt really scared like there was nothing she could do but cry, she couldn't even make noise.
"Get her on her back, move her legs." Patrick said after a while.
Bryan obliged, lifting Evie into a vulnerable position. Patrick positioned himself in a way that allowed him to enter her. The child tried to shake her head and scream, but it was too late. He started to lick
her inner thighs, tasting her wetness as he exposed her to him. Evie's body trembled with fear and disgust, but she knew there was no escape.
As Patrick moved closer towards her, Evie tried to clench hard, to resist his approach. But her body betrayed her, and soon she felt his tongue inside her.
She cried out in pain and terror, her body convulsing beneath him. Patrick sucked harder, his hands gripping her hips, as if he had the right to do this to her.
Bryan watched in silence, every last thread of his conscience seemingly dissolving with each passing second. He was shamed by what he saw, yet was eager to go next. He continued to eat her before she got wet herself and it made him groan. Evie didn't understand what was happening at all and all she could do is cry and try to get away. She started moving her hips away and her body to the left but couldn't move with Patrick hands stopping her as he continued his meal.
She knew it was hopeless now, the waves of shame and violation crashing down on her. She could feel her whole being screaming for help, but no sound could escape her mouth. The tears she shed seemed to be her only form of protest. Patrick looked down at her little face crying and kissed the duct tape on her.
"You're so hot." He said simply before he started to take off his pants.
"Woah! Uh… Patrick. Are you sure? You probably shouldn't- that's too far." Bryan tried to reason with him. Patrick stopped for a while before saying,
"Already got charges for kidnapping, drug dealing, ransom… and I need this." Patrick said finishing exposing himself.
Bryan stared at Patrick's erection, feeling a shiver of arousal run through him. His desire for Evie was so strong that he couldn't even deny the satisfaction he felt at the sight of another man's lust for her. It was sick and twisted, but he couldn't help himself.
Patrick, the wild animal unleashed, was eager to end this nightmare for him. He moved up, positioning himself at the entrance of her small frame. The child writhed beneath him, claws dug into the mattress, her body trying to do the impossible - to push him away, to be free.
But the moment of truth was near, and there was no turning back. With a deep, ragged breath, Patrick surged forward, driving himself into the tender flesh that lay before him. The child cried out in agony, her voice muffled against the tape that sealed her lips.
For a moment, time stood still as Patrick looked down on how he was piercing the traumatized sobbing child. He gave her chest a rub before pushing more.
"Oh, fuck! It's so tight!" Patrick moaned, losing himself in the moment. Bryan's eyes widened as he watched, unable to look away. He had never seen anything like this before and it was a strange mix of horror and excitement coursing through his veins.
Patrick continued thrusting deeper and harder into Evie, leaving her screaming and writhing beneath him. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her closer to him with each movement. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, along with the muffled cries of the poor child.
Bryan, despite his moral compass spinning out of control, couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure and power from witnessing this. This was a dark side of humanity he had never known existed.
Patrick was now pumping into Evie like a rabid animal, his face twisted into a mix of rage and ecstasy.
Evie's mind raced, she tried to cry out, convulse but nothing but the tape held her back. She felt the surging power of a man she never knew in her life, and the pain that came with it. It felt so cruel, so unbearable. There were no words to describe the pain she felt, it was like she was being shattered into a thousand pieces.
Finally, Patrick convulsed and his member fill Evie up with warm, sticky liquid. For him and Bryan, it was release, a completion of an act they deemed as normal, as natural as breathing. They didn't know nor did they care about the darkness they sent the fragile Evie into.
But for Evie, this was a trauma, a memory she would never forget, a nightmarish experience that was always lurking in her mind's backdrop.
Patrick and Bryan finally pulled away, gasping for breath. But it wasn't done, it was Bryan's turn. This time, Bryan removed the tape off of little Evie's mouth. She screamed for them to stop as soon as the tape was off.
Bryan looked at her with a twisted grin, his eyes glowing with a darkness that he had never seen in himself before. He approached her slowly, his mind clouded with lust and power. He was in absolute control now.
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them down above her head, pinning her legs open with his knees. She struggled and screamed, her voice echoing through the room. But it was no use; she was trapped.
He started to lick and kiss her neck and shoulders, leaving wet trails on her skin. Evie tried to squirm away, but it was futile. Bryan's breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "It's my turn now, baby."
His voice was dark and menacing, sending chills down her spine. She tried to say no, but the words got stuck in her throat. Bryan ignored her protests and started to kiss his way down her body.
"The fuck are y'all doing in here?" Greece asked loudly as he opened the door. The scream has alerted him.
Patrick and Bryan froze in their tracks, their eyes wide with fear. Greece had come in at the worst possible moment, just as Bryan was about to enter Evie. The air in the room was thick with tension and sweat, punctuated by Evie's muffled sobs and Bryan���s ragged breathing.
Greece looked around the room, taking in the sight of the two men and the injured girl. He yelled for Bryan to get off of her. He looked at the trembling girl. Face red, lips and eyes puffy and red as well, her privates were bruised and her legs hung open with Patrick's dna leaking out of her. Greece had a raging boner. He pulled off his pants and goy between Evie, which made her scream again.
"Y'all didn't gotta take her tape off." He said to them frustratingly before he pushed in without any warning into Evie which made her screech loudly.
"No! Oww no!" She screeched.
Greece's entrance interrupted the twisted scene, but only for the moment. Patrick and Bryan knew they were caught, and their panic was palpable. Greece didn't care about their fear, only about what he wanted to do to Evie.
He shoved her legs apart, forcing them to open wider. Her screams filled the room as he thrust into her. The three men watched, enthralled by the violence of it all. Evie's body trembled with each thrust, her tears mingling with her blood. He pulled out of her and placed her on her belly still groaning heavily as he pushed back in. He started to punch her stomach and choke her as he went way to fast for anyone, especially a seven year old.
As Greece continued his brutal assault, Evie's screams reached a fever pitch. Blood trickled down her bruised thighs, and her small body trembled uncontrollably beneath the three men. Patrick and Bryan exchanged horrified glances, their faces twisted in pure revulsion and terror.
None of them could believe what they were witnessing, but none moved to stop it. Their fear of Greece's violence and unpredictability kept them frozen in place, unable to act. Evie screamed louder with each punch before she felt her throat squeezed which stopped her. Greece groaned loud and long as he continued.
"No… no… hurt…" is all that Evie said through coughs.
Greece kept going at a relentless pace, his grunts and groans growing louder and more animalistic with each passing moment.
"Please stop I'll do anything please, I don't wanna" Evie cried.
The room was filled with the sounds of Evie's cries, Greece's grunts, and the three men's panicked breaths. But it was the silence that followed that made everyone freeze in place. Greece's breathing had slowed and become ragged, and his grip on Evie had relaxed.
For one brief, terrifying moment, it seemed as if he had lost his will to continue. Then, with a snap of his head back and a snarl, he lifted her up and slammed her onto the mattress, causing her to cry out in pain.
"You'll do anything? Ha… worthless kid slut… Shut the fuck up!" He said while grunting faster and beginning to spank her.
"Oww I didn't do anything wrong please ow ahh!" She cried and Greece started back at choking her, he was getting closer.
Greece's eyes burned with a feral intensity, his movements growing more erratic with each passing second. He was completely lost in his primal need to dominate and harm. As his grip around Evie's throat tightened further, her small body going limp in his grasp, her screams cut off.
Greece let out a loud moan and his face twisting into a grotesque parody of ecstasy as he continued his assault on the helpless child. Soon he finished and released his grip from her. Evie couldn't stop crying as she gasped for air.
Her sobs echoed throughout the room.
"Shut up." Greece said and slapped her.
"That was so fucking good. How old did you say she was again? 5? 6?" Greece asked panting. Evie was still crying but she didn't know it was Bryan's turn next.
Bryan looked at him, his face twisted in a mix of horror and arousal, trying to locate any semblance of empathy or compassion left in his soul. He knew what he had to do next, and he dreaded it as much as the sight of Greece's raging erection.
As much as he wanted to run away, Bryan couldn't find the strength to move. The scent of Evie's fear, her cries still ringing in his ears, and the sickening image of Greece's brutality assaulting her innocent body filled his senses, making him feel like he was suffocating.
He tried to reason with himself, to deny his urges, but the darkness in him had already consumed him. It was as if years of repressed desire and anguish had been ignited by the sight of Evie's suffering, and he felt powerless against it.
Bryan hesitated for a moment, but then his twisted desires took over. He knelt down beside the sobbing, bruised girl and pushed her legs apart.
"Let me get a taste of that sweet pussy," he muttered, his voice thick with lust.
Evie tried to struggle, but she was too weak to resist. Bryan ignored her protests and leaned down, running his tongue along her bruised and swollen lips. The taste of her blood and the sound of her sobs only fueled his arousal further.
"You taste like a goddamn superhero, baby," he whispered in her ear, his voice rough.
Evie couldn't believe this was happening to her. She tried to shake her head, but her mind was clouded with pain and humiliation. She couldn't even bear to look at the men who had reduced her to this state.
Her body quivered beneath him, and she let out a muffled sob as he continued to lick and suck on her brokenness. Greece watched from the corner of the room, his erection still visible through his pants. He licked his lips, his mind filled with thoughts of how he could use this situation to his advantage.
Bryan pulled away from Evie, his eyes dark with desire. He reached for her wrists, intending to pin them down. But Evie had other plans. With one final burst of energy, she sank her teeth into his arm, tasting her own blood as she did so.
Greece let out a roar of laughter, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You fucking bitch," he snarled as he punched Evie hard a few times before saying,
"She's all yours."
Bryan blocked his wide eyes before he grabbed her cheeks, kneading them and kissing them before he sunk into her
Evie's body shudders as Bryan continues to assault her, her tears and blood mixing with his saliva. His breathing becoming heavier, he speeds up his pace, becoming more aggressive.
���Oh fuck!" Bryan groans, slamming into her rougher and rougher. He continued and her small little butt kept smacking against his lower body.
"Oh… doing this to a kid… you're so good…" he groaned again.
Evie could barely even feel it anymore. The pain was so overwhelming, so constant, that her mind had started to numb to it. She couldn't remember how many times they had taken her, how many times she had screamed, how many times she had begged for mercy. It was all a blur now, a never-ending cycle of pain and violation.
Bryan's face was contorted in a twisted mask of pleasure, his eyes fixed on her as he ravaged her. Greece watched from the corner of the room, his erection growing harder with each thrust. Soon he went faster and faster as his hands squeezed on her narrow waist, leaving marks as he pulled her against him with all his strength. She couldn't control where her body was going, or what was happening to it. She just cried more and screamed as she felt herself yanked back and forth as he stabbed into her.
As he thrust deeper and harder into her broken body, Bryan felt his own release building, his body trembling with the urge to climax. He knew that once he reached that point, he would no longer be able to control his actions. His mind raced with a mixture of fear and desire, as he wondered what horrors he was about to unleash upon Evie's already violated form.
Bryan's grunts filled the room, drowning outEvie's screams as her body shook and convulsed beneath him. Greece stood watching, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his own erection throbbing in time with Bryan's movements.
Finally, Bryan collapsed onto Evie, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he struggled to catch his breath. He looked down at the girl beneath him, her small body limp under his weight. Her face was twisted in a mixture of fear and pain and all she wanted was her mommy and daddy. It hurt more when Bryan got out and she kept sobbing.
"Shit, I didn't think we had it in us." Bryan said.
Evie's sobs echoed throughout the room as reality set in. She was alone, broken, and at the mercy of these monsters. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at Bryan, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, disgust, and shame.
"Yeah… I've got some other friends. I think your idea was right, Patrick, we can have a 'party' with her and my other guys." Greece said, and Patrick gave a sly smile through his pants as he looked at Evie.
"We'll have a grand time," Patrick said, his voice filled with excitement. "We can invite some of our other friends too. I know a few guys who would love to join in."
Evie's heart sank as she realized the depths of depravity these men were capable of. She tried to scream, but her voice had been stolen by the fear and despair that had taken over her soul. She closed her eyes, hoping against hope that someone, anyone, would come to her rescue.
Greece smirked, his lips curling into a cruel grin. "We'll make sure to film it all. Some friends of ours have quite the collection and they'd pay good money for something like this." He winked at Patrick, who nodded
Evie's eyes widened in terror as she realized what was happening. Her body froze, and she pressed against him, trying to push him away. But it was no use. The man continued, pressing against her and penetrating her. She screamed in agony, tears streaming down her face as the pain was almost unbearable.
Greece and Patrick watched from the corner, their excitement growing with each movement. They knew it was only the beginning, and soon many more would come to join in on the 'party.'
As the man continued to assault Evie, she felt a sudden pain in her stomach, and she knew it was not long before her body would betray her. She fought against the urge to collapse, determined not to give in to the pain. But it was no use. Her body gave out, and she crashed to the floor, her strength now gone.
As she lay there, battered and broken, Evie knew that her
agreement.
Bryan sat up, his breathing slowing down as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Bryan felt a bit guilty.
"How much money you think?" He asked.
"At least… couple thousand, or more." Greece said and that lit up both Patrick and Bryan's faces.