The Red Door (The Door Series Book 1) (36 page)

“No, I don’t believe it. You are nothing like him. You would never do anything like that.”

“Angel. You are tied down and spread open on a bed. I just sent Becca off to be sold to make me some cash, and I am about to sink into you and fuck your wet cunt. Then I am going to flip you over and take your ass. How does that sound? Is that ass still cherry? I should have had your virginity in high school, but you were walking around like you were too good to be touched. No matter how bad I needed to. And not to just get off. I needed to feel your heavenly self against me. Everywhere I felt dirty I wanted to feel you so I would think of you the next time it happened, but you only saw me as a friend. A Fucking Friend. Didn’t you ever wonder why I snuck into your room every night after I came home from camping?”

I started crying. I didn’t want to know any more. I didn’t want to hear any more. “I thought you missed me.” I heard my voice catch as I cried.

“No, it was to smell your feminine smell. Your heavenly angel scent,” he sneered. “You don’t know how many times it kept me from killing myself, but you were more of an angel than you know. I was told if I became your best friend, I wouldn’t have to love them as much. So after we moved in next door and became friends, I only had to watch the other kids play the games. But by the summer after we became neighbors, Dad took me and Joey.” His brother, no. Nonononono.

“Please, Mark, no more.” I was full out bawling now.

“No more? Can’t stand to hear it? Well fuck you, you fucking cunt. You are going to hear the rest of this story. Because you have a part in it. That was just one of the times I remember so clearly. Joey had to watch the same thing I did over and over. The last night that summer they called us both to this room and went after Joey. Not soft like they did me. They were all going to rape him. I fought off the men, but Dad pulled a gun and gave me the choice to watch Joey submit or to take his place willingly. See, after the first Christmas Break I wasn’t willing to do it anymore. They missed me being so open and enjoying myself. And I did enjoy it. I hated that I did, it was wrong and I knew it, but I still enjoyed myself. While some men liked the fight, they also liked ones who were easy. They could have any kid fight them, but they had trained me to let them take me easily. They just needed something to make me do it.”

“No please. Don’t tell me.”

“I agreed. They leave Joey alone, and they could have me. I was fourteen by then, and it had been happening since I was nine, except for the small break after I met you. I thought why not. I was already broken and going to hell. I would save Joey. Dad loaded Joey and the other kids and left me there alone with six men. They all used me that night. The first time I had ever had a train, and I had to allow it or Dad would bring back Joey. Remember that year. I didn’t go to school for the first month because of a serious illness. Yeah, there was a doctor in the group who wrote me a note to miss school so my ass would heal right.”

“Please Mark. No more. I can’t. I can’t hear any more. Why didn’t you tell me? Tell my dad?” I couldn’t breathe in. I was getting lightheaded and dizzy.

“These men were all over the place. There was a cop, a preacher, some of our teachers. This was a small local group, but they would bring in friends from outside. They had jobs that provided safety nets where they couldn’t get punished. The outstanding citizens in our community would go against me and say I was lying. I haven’t even told you your part in it, yet.”

“No Marrrrk pleeease.”

“Shhhh. Calm down or I will have to drug you again.” He leaned down and started sucking on my nipple again. Making me calm. Making me focus on what he was doing and not what he had been telling me. The fact that being tied to a bed unwillingly and was about to be raped calmed me down was crazy, but compared to what he had been telling me it was the closest to normal there was.

“This went on until I was eighteen. I was bigger than most the guys and knew I could overpower them, but if I did, who would protect Joey. So when I turned eighteen I was given another choice. Join their ranks or let Lisa join mine. She was brought and made to watch. Poor little Lisa was only fifteen. Yeah she was older than most of the girls that I had seen brought here, but this was my sister. So I did what I had to do to protect her. She had three years before she could run like Joey had done.” I remembered back when Mark had turned eighteen, and he told me that Joey had ran away. It was never made a big deal, and I always thought he went to live with a relative. Now I knew he was making a break for it.

“Noooo. No Markkk. No, no, no, no, no.”

“No. And I told them as much. I would never do to those boys what had been done to me. They talked it over and gave me a different option. I could protect Lisa like I had Joey by being theirs willingly, but I also had to keep you close. All I had to do is watch out for you and get you out of the house when told to. This kept Lisa safe, so of course I agreed. I fucked only girls who hung with your group to make sure we were still together all the time. When I was told the dates to have you out of the house there was a party going on so I talked you into going. I didn’t know what would happen until I received the call to take you home, but when I looked for you I couldn’t find you. You were already gone. You left while that fucking cunt was sucking my cock in the truck. I was supposed to be there when you found out so you would cry on my shoulder. Be there for you to trust, to depend on. I had put years into a friendship that you fucked up that night. You turned to Becca. Always. Fucking. Becca. She might be a good fuck, but she was so goddamn jealous of us and still is. God, as soon as I asked her out, she was on board. And I found out how good a fuck she is. Do you know how good she obeys? Gets off on it. I can slap her around and tell how big of a whore she is and she loves it. I set up cameras and bent her over, fucked her ass, and she fucking loved it. Performed like a goddamn whore. And you went to that. You were supposed to be there at my house letting me take care of you until it was all arranged. You were going to be sold off to some rich guy.”

I was bawling so hard I couldn’t respond to anything. I couldn’t believe everything had been a lie. He was going to give up years of friendship instead of asking for help.

“Oh yeah. This guy had a thing for virgins with unique features, but when it was all arranged a couple of months later you were gone. Fucking. Gone. The Youngs had kept me up to date on how you were doing. You were a walking zombie. There was no way you could just up and leave, but you did. And this guy, this multi-millionaire or some shit, he was pissed. Wanted his unique virgin, but we didn’t have one. So my precious Lisa was sent. She was sold to this guy for nothing—to prolong our debt. Last I heard she was considered property and treated as such. Doesn’t even go by her name anymore.

He watched me cry for a little bit. “Yeah, you did that, and Lisa wasn’t the only one. We’ve had to send other girls. Remember bringing up the fact that I am so good-looking that all the girls must have a crush on me? It does help to keep an eye on what girls are the type this guy and his friends like. And guess what. Since you have come back, I gave him a call. He doesn’t care that you’re no longer a sweet little virgin. He still wants you, the one who got away. That’s who showed up while you were out, but when I came to get you I realized I couldn’t send you. You have fucked up my life so royally, and I still can’t seem to do what I am supposed to. So I sent Becca. She will keep them satisfied for a little while longer. At least until I fuck you out of my system. With the way she likes to fuck and perform, she will be a fun one for them. I sure enjoyed her.”

He laughed like a crazy person.

“We were just cuddling and talking about how many babies we would have. Yes, that’s right. We were going to get married. I asked her tonight. Another thing you ruined, but that’s fine because I get to have you.”

He looked down when he felt me jerk.

“Yes, finally I get to have you.”

He leaned down and kissed me. I chased his mouth trying to bite him but could not get to him. I leaned up and bit his shoulder hard. There was blood in my mouth when he jerked away. I watched almost in slow motion as he pulled his arm back and punched my face.

“You fucking bitch.” I heard him laugh again as I tried to clear my blurred vision and spots I was seeing from his punch. “Like it rough, Angel? Don’t you worry, everything you give to me, I will give back to you.” He leaned down and bit my nipple again. This time I was no longer numb. It hurt. Bad. I screamed and jerked my body. And heard his crazy laugh.

“Oh, Angel, I always knew you were fun.” I watched as he ran his hands down my stomach to my thighs. Pushing them wide open even as I fought him. He lowered his head between my legs and took a big sniff. “God, Angel, you smell so good. Those nights I would sneak in your window, I would lay awake as you went to sleep. Then I would press my fingers into you. Finger fucking you over and over. I would lick it off and do it again. Getting my hands wet and use that to jack off while you slept right next to me. Your angel scent would cover my cock all the next day. When I came, I would use a pair of your panties to clean up except for a small amount that I would rub on your lips. It became a game to me. I would rub, and you would lick it off. Over and over I would feed you my cum. As we became older, and I got bored with that, I would cum and then go back to fingering you. Pushing my cum up inside of you. I always wondered what would happen if our little virgin Angel became pregnant.” He laughed his lunatic laugh again.

I turned my head and closed my eyes tight. I knew there was nothing I could do to fight him. I held my breath waiting for his tongue to touch me. Instead I felt wetness spray my face and felt his weight shift.

“Ari, baby, keep your eyes shut. Okay sweetheart. Just keep your eyes shut for five minutes, and we will have you out of here.” The sweetest voice in the world told me to do this, and I knew I was going to be okay. I felt the weight shift, and my hands and legs were being untied. Then I was being picked up. “Just a few more minutes and you can open your eyes. I heard the water and then I was shifted and felt the spray on me and Mitch. I heard him take a huge breath and then start sobbing as he scrubbed me. I could only imagine what was all over me. I felt the wetness hit me at the same time Mark slumped over. I gave Mitch a few minutes before I wrapped my arms around him and climbed up his body and cried into his shoulder. We stood like that for a long time.

“Ari, Baby. Please come out. I need to hold you, too.” I looked out and saw Alex leaning against the bathroom door holding a towel. I went to him and let him wrap me. We slid down to the floor, and I leaned up and started kissing him. Mitch came and sat behind me rubbing my back. I broke the kiss from Alex and leaned back and kissed Mitch.

“Oh God! Becca!” I jerked to jump up but was held tight. “He sold Becca. Some guy came out and took Becca. He came for me.” I started bawling hard. Not Becca. No. “He took her. Sending her to a rich guy. Mark’s dad is in on it as well as a bunch of other men. It is a huge deal.” I hiccupped. “Been going on for years here in this cabin.”

“Shh. Calm down. Let’s get dressed and go back home. I have extra clothes in my car from the gym that Mitch can wear, and I’ll grab your bag. We’ll have the men go over this place with a fine tooth comb. We’ll find her. Don’t worry.”

I watched as Alex and Mitch shared a look and knew they would. “Sweetheart do you need to go to the hospital? Did he…did he? Fuck!” I knew what he was asking and shivered at the actual thought of how close it came.

“No. No he didn’t. You came in time. God, he was so messed up. The things that happened to him. He...he…”

“THE. FUCK. NO. You do NOT make excuses for him. That is on him for not getting help, not YOU! Do not take that shit on you. You did nothing but be his friend. I don’t care what happened; he made his choices instead of crying out for help. All of this shit is on him.”

“Okay.”

“I fucking mean it, Ari. Do not feel sorry for him.”

“I can’t help it. Not for the little boy who was abused.” I started crying again.

“No, but you need to remember he hasn’t been that little boy in a long time. He has had the opportunity to change things instead of keeping them going.”

“I know, but it still hurts to know I was his friend, and he was suffering.”

“And he wanted you to suffer because of his suffering. And who knows what Becca’s going through. Do not take on his troubles when he wasn’t brave enough to face them himself. I am done. Let’s go home. I need you in my arms at home.”

“Yes, please.” Alex looked down at me then shook his head and walked out. I looked up at Mitch and watched him shrug.

“I think he’s barely keeping himself together. I know I am. If you weren’t standing in front of me and letting me touch you. My God Ari. I thought…I thought I lost you. I love you, sweetheart. Never. Please, never leave me.” He pulled me to him, and I saw the tears once again trailing down his cheeks.

“Mitch, will you take me home and make love to me? I need you,” I whispered against his chest. Smelling the comfortable smell of his aftershave.

“I’ll give you whatever you want. Anything.”

“I need Alex, too. I need all three of us. I want you both. Together. Nothing held back. Please.”

“God, yes. Whatever you want. I love you. Love you so much.”

“Love you too, Mitch.” I went up on my tiptoes and kissed him softly. Alex opened the door and saw us. I could tell he was fighting his emotions. I watched as he set the clothes down on the sink and turn to leave. I reached out and grabbed his arm from the safety of Mitch’s. I stepped forward and closed the door pulling Alex back into my arms and settled my lips onto his firm ones. I led the kiss and walked him back against the door. When I had him against it, I turned quickly and in one move, sat my ass on the sink and pulled him between my legs, never breaking the kiss. I felt Alex pull back a centimeter then I felt his hand in my hair, and I let go and gave up all control. He slipped his other hand down to the juncture of my legs and set it there. Not going any further. He broke the kiss and stepped back. Opening the towel and looking at my chest. Then he looked at my wrists and ankles. Then he smoothed his hand over my cheek. “Later, Angel.”