By the time they dragged me onto the bed, I was already gone — my body limp, my voice hoarse from begging, my skin burning from their touch. But they weren’t finished.
One of them pinned my wrists above my head with a single hand, his weight pressing me into the mattress, while the other two spread me wide open like they owned every inch of me. Their eyes met above me, wicked grins traded like I wasn’t even a person anymore — just a toy they passed around, a body to fill, to ruin, to worship in the dirtiest way possible.
The first slammed into me hard enough that the headboard cracked against the wall. The second shoved himself into my mouth, forcing me to choke and drool, tears streaming down my face as he groaned at the sight. The third wasn’t patient. He dragged my hips higher, anglin
