Ravished by the Beasts

was useless. Whoever he was, his strength exceeded my own and all I co

e. My terrified screams turned to desperate sobs. At one point, a hand pressed down so hard over my mouth that I thought I might pass out. I could scarcely see a th

’ did not sink into your thick

of busy here, in case you haven’t not

till needs to breathe,

e three

onna hurt her,” a

that ma

ait! What if they need me alive for whatever horrors they have

is shoulder, making as

around. You don’t want the bear on our tails,”

e are bear

noise. I struggled against my captor, bu

” I heard fabric tearing, then t

ners of my mouth as they tied

out for help again, but

st that you won’t injure her any more than you already h

kidnapper protested,

pped me into the other guy’s arms and my stom

e forest floor. Every rough jolt felt like a punch in the stomach. I made another attempt to scr

,” the man with the stern tone berated

eep us in check,” a guy with a softer voice

obey us, or I will punish her,

t her over my knee later,” my kidnapper mentioned. He ran alongside us to

won’t,” the guy with t

“Do you hear that, Isob

they mean tortured? I knew I was in serious trouble. They were dr

red how long it would take for someone to notice I was missing. They were men, not boys, and they were taking me somewhere in the forest. I d

ecorated the cabin,” the guy

no. My mind fl

but I can’t get enough of her scent — honey and vanilla. It’s driving me

B considering you screwed up plan A,” the assertive guy

called the story Teresa told me, earlier today. The part where the men in the woods were supposed to hunt naked. I slid my palm aga

return the favo

, you fucking perverts.” This was not the sexy fantasy I had in mind. Who in

ght? They might brin

d pigs m

they would just stop bickering like a flock of seagulls fighting over scraps and allow me to speak, I could beg them for mercy. I wasn’t a complete twat. I could be

the one holding me announced as he carri

uldn’t tell what the room looked like,

d alone, I was kidnapp

was some ridiculous rant over whose responsibility it was to have kept the fire burning. I fel

like regular kidnappers? Was it necessary for me to have to

see clearly, my eyes darted all over the place. It was a real log cabin, not some dingy hut in the woods. The wooden furniture matched, and the sage green sofa complimented t

chopping wood, logging, and hiking up mountains because no one could look that fit and not work out. I spared a hesitant glance over my shoulder, seeing the fourth bloke cringing sheepishly. He was just as handsome as

, can you put on some pants?” I begged, hating how m

straight to Hell

“Promise that you won’t try to run away if I le

with indignation. “

oor. My fingertips grazed the handle before t

ou’re just asking for trouble,” he

make him release me, but that didn’t wor

’t tell anyone about this. I don’t want any trouble. I ju

going to hurt you, I promise,” he r

y that to all