Invidious Betrayal (5 page)

“Go clean up and get back to the party. She’s just a little tipsy.”

Aria felt a hand take hold of hers, then suddenly release it.

“Move, Sal, let me check her.”

Mr. Husky now had a name, Sal
.

“I’ll take care of her.” Sal rasped.

Golden Boy wanted to help her.
He wants to help me!
The relief she felt had her teeming with hope again instead of the fear that Mr. Husky’s return had inspired.

“Please.” Her cry was barely a whisper. Aria’s felt hopeful when she heard the sounds of items being moved around but when she felt a sharp pinch on her arm like before, those hopes faded along with her ability to think straight. She felt another pull on her arm just as a cool sensation flowed under her skin.

“What did you just give her? What the hell was that, Sal?” Golden Boy yelled.

Sal laughed. “Calm down, kid. She’s just a whore.”

Aria listened as her rapist,
Golden Boy
, argued with Sal and tried to explain that she wasn’t a professional. That he was sure she had been a virgin. But Sal told Golden Boy he was mistaken and that she was indeed one of Elle’s girls, and that he would handle it from here. She felt another slither of hope when Golden Boy continued to insist that she needed help and that he was her first lover.

Golden Boy was saying something else that Aria couldn’t understand and then the small security provided by the sheet evaporated when it was suddenly yanked off.

“Blood? Shit!” Sal cursed. “Frank, George, get in here!” Heavy footsteps thundered into the room.

“You didn’t know she was a virgin?” Golden Boy sounded angry, and the more Aria moaned, the angrier he sounded. “She needs help! What’s going on?”

“Get him out of here!” Sal yelled.

It dawned on Aria that she could be in grave danger when Sal wasn’t swayed by anything Golden Boy—with a tone of authority—had said. A scuffle must have broken out because she heard sounds like furniture being tossed around, and she felt hard vibrations as the bed was bumped repeatedly. But even with whatever was going on in the room, someone was whispering in her ear.

“You’re ours now, you little crotch tease, and we’re not going to be as gentle with you as the kid was.”

Aria knew it was Sal that taunted her. She had to fight the bile that rose when she felt his stale breath on her cheek.

“She needs help, Sal!” Golden Boy was screaming, but his words now sounded strained.

Sal impatiently blew out a loud breath before he moved away from her. “Calm down, kid, or I will be forced to calm you down,” Sal threatened. His words had the opposite effect on her Golden Boy rapist. She knew because the struggle in the room started up again.

“What the fuck did you just inject me with you…asshole?” Golden Boy’s voice sounded different.

The struggling sounds died out. Aria knew something was wrong because Golden Boy’s words sounded wrong–they had become slurred. Through the muted voices in the room Aria heard one of the men call out, saying that he had Golden Boy’s shirt, then she heard the door open and close.

Between the effects of the drugs and trying to hear what was going on, Aria barely noticed that someone was mounting her until she felt her legs being parted and a warm weight pressed her middle down into the bed as she was roughly penetrated. She roared inside with anger and disgust, but she could do nothing to stop the assault on her already raw flesh.

“
No
,
please no
,” she sobbed to herself over and over again. How was this happening? She had been a good person and always treated everyone nicely. It was all too much for her young mind to comprehend
.

Gail couldn’t possibly have planned this.

All the sounds around Aria faded away. Everything around her faded away as her mind slowly retreated from the sordid reality of her rape. This guy was fat, rough, and smelled of cigarettes. Aria stopped screaming inside her head. Her body had disconnected and mind had numbly accepted that this nightmare was just beginning.

After what felt like forever, it took Aria several minutes to realize that she was alone in the room. She whimpered and cried as she lay splayed out on the bed like a sacrifice, exhausted and so sore she was numb in places. Those animals had brutalized her. They’d bitten her nipples, smacked her around, and found their release on just about every part of her body, but strangely they’d avoided ejaculating inside of her. One of the bastards had even choked and spit on her because she’d thrown up on him.

They’d tied her to the bed after wiping her down. After hearing the distant music from the downstairs party for what seemed like forever, Aria couldn’t fight her exhaustion any longer. She passed out.

When Sal opened the door and asked Ian how he’d liked his Gift, Ian said something about her being perfect but he was speaking on auto pilot. He just wanted to know where they’d found her. It was obvious that this was her first time and to him, that fact opened up possibilities. Ian spread the sheet back over her body. He didn’t want Sal looking at her from this point on.

“Your uncle wanted his Golden Boy to have the best.”

Ian hated that Golden Boy shit but he was high on life right now, and to be honest he would admit that he was a little drunk. “That bullshit condom you gave me didn’t provide much protection for her, though.” He paused then asked, “So is she new?”

Sal said something about Elle’s girls but Ian wasn’t paying attention. His eyes and attention were on the mystery beauty on the bed. She was moving her luscious lips but she wasn’t saying anything.

“Help me. Please.”

What?
Ian frowned, tilted his head, then moved closer to the bed.

“Help me, please.”

“What did she say?” Ian moved closer.

The girl lifted her arm slowly, way too slow, then she rolled over toward him—her arm hanging off the bed at an odd angle. “Help me.” She whispered a third time.

“Nothing,” Sal said, moving in front of Ian. Sal lifted her under her arms and moved her back to the center of the bed on her back.

Confused, Ian rubbed his head to sort out the muck in his brain but he also tried to move around Sal to get to the girl as her pleas became more frequent and louder.

“Go clean up and get back to the party. She’s just a little tipsy.”

Ian pushed at Sal again but the man wasn’t small or easy to handle. The fact that Ian was feeling confused and had had a bit too much to drink added to his lack of real fight but he needed to talk to the girl.
Why did she need help
?
Did I hurt her
?

“Move Sal, let me check her.”

“I’ll take care of her,” Sal grunted, as he held Ian back.

“Please,” she whispered.

Ian stopped the hand to hand struggle with Sal, lowered his head and tried to think.
What have I done?
After a moment he lifted his gaze to look at the girl without the haze of lust. She seemed to look exactly like she had when he’d entered the room.

Like an offering
, he thought.

Ian couldn’t make sense of what was happening. What had he done?
Fuck, why did I drink so much
? He had never drunk like he had tonight. Ian rubbed his head again as he remembered how Lionel, one of Sal’s guys, had kept handing him drinks and encouraging him.

What the hell is going on
?

When Ian glanced at Sal, he saw that Sal was leaning over the girl and he had a syringe pressed into her arm. Ian grabbed Sal’s arm, knocking the syringe out of his hand. “What did you just give her? What the hell was that, Sal?” he yelled.

Sal spun around, pushing Ian back. “Calm down kid. She’s just a whore.”

“She’s not a whore. She’s a fucking virgin, see,”—Ian grabbed the washcloth that had fallen to the floor and dangled it in Sal’s face.

“She’s a whore.” Sal said, practically dismissing his evidence.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Even if she is, she’s asking for help. I…I could have hurt her,” Ian shamefully admitted. “Just look!” Ian pulled the sheet off the girl.

“Blood? Shit!” Sal cursed. “Frank, George. Get in here.”

Ian didn’t look at the men when they came inside. He was too concerned with helping the girl. “You didn’t know she was a virgin?” Ian felt his anger surface. He didn’t anger easily, he hardly expressed emotions at all but this… The more she whimpered the angrier he got and the more he wanted to protect her. “She needs help! What’s going on here?”

“Get him out of here!” Sal yelled to his men.

What the hell
?
This is my uncle’s house, not yours asshole
, Ian thought.

It was George that came at him first, trying to usher him out of the room. Ian punched George in the mouth and was about to punch him again when Frank grabbed him from behind. George made a grab for him but Ian managed to kick him in the knee then the chest. The tall man grunted then dropped like a plank. Ian tried to shake Frank off of him, slamming him into furniture and against the wall but just when he felt Frank’s grip loosen, more of Sal’s men joined in the fight, overpowering Ian and holding him down on the floor.

“Get the...,” Ian started to say but stopped when he felt a sharp prick in his neck. “What the fuck did you just inject me with you,”—he felt dizzy immediately—“you…asshole.”

Ian was hauled up on his feet but he could barely feel his body, as the two men held him up. He tried to look over his shoulder but had little control of his movements. His head fell back and he was able to get one last look at the girl…and the back of a naked, flabby Lionel as he slid between the girls legs.

Ian growled as his blood boiled in his veins but he was unable to move or call out the threats…the promise of his wrath that roared through his head. He closed his eyes, unable to turn away, yet refusing to witness what was happening to the innocent girl.

He felt the air shift around him and his head move as someone held it but Ian was barely able to reopen his eyes. When he finally managed to get them open he saw Sal standing in front of him. Sal hands held his head still as he peered into Ian’s eyes, his own full of concern as he moved Ian’s head from one side to the other.

“Shit! I had to dose the kid.” Sal continued to stare into Ian eyes. “Put him in the room down the hall,”—Sal ordered his men—“I need to keep an eye on him. Fuck…if the boss finds out… Shit!”

G
AIL JUMPED INTO HER VEHICLE
with a satisfied grin on her face. The plan had worked just the way she and Sal discussed. Hell, it had gone better than she’d expected. As she pulled her car away from the mansion, she hummed with the song that played on her car stereo. “It went perfectly!” she said aloud, when the main gate opened for her. She’d even managed to get one of those idiots to pay her again even though Madam Elle had been paid already.

Pleased with herself, Gail continued to grin. All those people who said she was dumb, easy, and good for nothing but a good fuck, could kiss her ass. She was smart, and tonight—tonight she’d proven it. But what Gail had relished most was hearing the fear in Gibbons High’s perfect little angel’s voice as she reached for her, blindfolded and drugged among strangers.

Ha! Princess Aria’s coveted virginity was history. The fact that she had held onto it like it was some kind of prize, when some girls had no choice in the matter, offended Gail. Gail had never been given a choice so why that self-righteous bitch should be allowed to wear her virginity as a badge of honor?