Just One of the Guys
Chapter Eight

Emerson

The sound of someone crying drags me out of what could only be a nightmare because there is no way that I was actually hit over the head, and then taken against my will, away from the man that I love and the life that we had begun to build with one another in Bryan, Texas.

The throbbing in my head makes it difficult to concentrate on what's going on around me, but I can still faintly make out the muffled sobs.

*Where am I and who is crying?* I wonder as I try to pry my gritty eyes open, but they don't seem to want to cooperate, my eyelids refusing to lift as the sharp, piercing throbbing that is going on within my skull intensifies.

"Help me...please." A feminine voice pleads, and I try, I try so damn hard to pry my eyes open but along with the pulsing of my brain, I become dizzy, and unable to fight it any longer, I sink back into the black abyss of unconsciousness. The next time I wake, it's to the sounds of men shouting, what I assume is a girl screaming, and even more crying.

*What is going on?* I wonder, groaning as I try to roll over, but the throbbing in my head is too great, making it too painful to move.

"Mmmmm...." I groan, as I try to fight past the pounding in my skull and force both my body and my eyes to cooperate. I need to see what is going on around me. I need to get up and do something other than lay on this hard, cold floor in pain.

"Don't do this, please. I have a family to take care of." A feminine voice begs, clearly terrified. The woman whimpers and then, I hear what sounds like a slap followed by a deep, very male, chuckle.

"You can beg and fight me all you want, Sweetheart. I like it when they're scared, when they put up a fight. Makes me hard as fuck!" A male brags, causing my stomach to churn and bile to climb up my throat, coating the insides of my mouth. The sound of the woman screeching, along with what I imagine is her fighting off her attacker, causes me to try to pry my eyes open again.

When I finally manage to get them open, I find that I'm surrounded by darkness, the only light is that from a small window high up on one of the walls of wherever I'm at. The sounds of whimpers and grunts, crying and moaning are coming from my left. I try to look in that direction, but moving my head that way causes a sharp pain to shoot through my skull, making me gasp and wince from the pain.

I wait a moment, hoping that the man didn't hear me and when the sounds of grunts and the slapping of skin continues, I very slowly roll over towards the direction that their sounds are coming from.

Once I get onto my side, it takes me a moment for my eyes to clear, after having squeezed both them and my mouth tightly shut, as I fought through the pain. I find the silhouette of a man, his naked ass pounding into his victim highlighted by the stream of light from the little window.

I can't make anything out about the woman, but she's crying, whimpering, repeatedly begging in hushed whispers, praying, for the man to stop.

"Fuck, keep fighting me, Sweetheart, don't get complacent now." The man growls, then I hear the sound of one of them slapping the other and I wonder if the woman hit her attacker, or if he hit his victim, trying to get her to fight him again. Suddenly, the woman begins thrashing against the man, screaming, hitting, kicking, giving him exactly what he wants. Which makes absolutely no sense to me, although, maybe she figures if she gives him what he wants, he will be done and leave her alone faster.

"Yeah, Sweetheart. Come on, keep fighting me. Fuck, you feel good." The man croons, the sound of his voice, nearly making me vomit. "You like playing rough, don't you Sweetheart?" Before she gets the chance to say anything, he says, "I think it gets you off, because your pussy is soaking my cock so fucking good that I'm already close to cuming."

The woman begins fighting against him again, and the sounds of the man fucking her comes faster, the slaps if his flesh against hers sounding harder, "Fuck, yeah, Sweetheart. That's it. I think you like me fucking you like this, want me cuming in your tight little pussy."

I can hear her cries getting louder, and I want more than anything to help her, to stop what the man is doing to her, hating that I am being witness to such a vile act, but I can't seem to get my body to move, no matter how much I try.

*What did they do to me?* I can't help but wonder.

Gritting my teeth, I move my arms and attempt rolling over onto my stomach. Slowly, and extremely painfully, I get to my stomach and then brace my arms up underneath me with my elbows to the floor and shoulders lifted, and then begin to do a sort of shimmy, army crawl thing towards the other side of the room, the side where the man and woman are.

As I creep in that direction, different scenarios play out in my mind of what I can do which isn't much considering how weak, and obviously hindered, I am I look around, trying to find a weapon of any sort that I could possibly use like maybe a pipe or a rock-hell, I'd take a damn wire hanger-anything that I could even turn into a weapon but I don't see anything with the minimal lighting that I have to work with.

As I scoot closer towards them, what looks like a board catches my attention. Turning my upper body to the right, I slowly and quietly, begin making my way over to what I hope is a board, while also paying attention to the sounds that are coming from the man, hoping and praying that he doesn't finish before I can get to board, and then over to them, where I will hopefully knock him out.

When I realize that his breathing is coming quicker, I try to move faster-only I don't move fast enough because a moment later I hear, "fuuuuuuccckkkk!" and then his deep groan-which I can only assume means that he's finished and *fuck*, because that means that I'm out of time.

Unwilling to give up and perhaps still holding out a slight hope that I can still catch him with his pants down, *literally*, I quickly army crawl the last few feet. Only, just as my hand latches onto what is indeed a board, I hear, "Well, well, well. Looks like someone else is awake and ready to play."

*Fuck.*