The van stopped, and I saw myself being surrounded by at least a dozen men when the backdoor opened.
More than 12 sets of hands laid on every part of my flesh and bones, dragging me to the floor of a dark, unfamiliar place, toring through my dress, pulling on my hair, into the deepest crevices of my body. I let go of all muscles the moment my legs and hands were bind, pinned down on the hard concrete as I was being violated.
They had their way with me for what felt like hours. But I believe it was barely a few minutes with each of them.
I dare not to waste my energy as I laid looking up to the dark skies, wondering what led to this situation?
Just five minutes ago…
There were 4 men in the back of this van, and one woman they abducted.
The woman was of her early twenties, blonde hair and blue eyes. One might say she was the most basic and unrecognizable human alive, with the only distinction between her and a random jogger being the white dress she was wearing.
She lay on the floor with a bloodied nose a bruise on the back of her head, motionless and seemingly unconscious.
"That's it? We already got her?"
One of the man voiced, giving her cheek a few taps to make sure she was actually out, his other hand rummaging through her purse
"The most powerful man in the city ordered us to retrieve this girl at all cost, but she's wearing a rental dress with the receipt still in her purse, and… 3 different credit cards?"
That woman was me.
I was not bound, perhaps I was not a threat in their eyes. Though, I would not blame them, for no sane one would ever consider a woman walking through the empty streets at night in a dress without at least a pepper spray to protect herself, a threat.
…
While the van was still rolling its wheel, I found myself taking a pack of cheap cigarette from the pockets of one of the dead men who kidnapped me.
The driver didn't noticed or heard the commotion, so I reckon when he stopped, I could also kill him along side these four and escaped.
But now, as my consciousness drifted away from reality, I stared into the back at the van, disappointed that it was all for nothing, but at least I tried.
But of course, they wouldn't let me go to sleep.
Anyway they could, I was staying awake for the full duration of torturement. A punch to my bare stomach, a slap across my face, maybe choke until they hear me cough, maybe just a sudden thrust of their cock or a hard pinch on my nipple.
It was undesirable, to say the least.
But it was a good reminder of what I once read of Michel de Montaigne: "In a great storm, sailors in ancient times invoked, Neptune: O God! You will save or destroy me according to your will. But whatever you will, I will steer my ship as necessary!"