Physically, anyway, emotionally it was nowhere near the way I felt knowing Cutter didn’t want me anymore. After a certain point, my body started to check out. Maybe it was after I’d lost enough blood, or maybe it was after the fifth or sixth kick to my head. “Okay, okay,” I could hear Lance saying in between laughs. “Don’t fuck her up too much I still want her to be conscious when I fuck the shit out of that fat pussy.” One of his brothers laughed. “I get to fuck her in the ass first, I want to take her asshole virginity.” More laughing and the sound of hands cracking against one another. “Fuck no,” Lance said. “I get to have her first everywhere!” “Hope you brought your coffee, brothers, it’s going to be one long night!” Someone hollered and cheers erupted all around the room. “Are you sure we shouldn’t hit her a few more times? Might be better if she’s knocked out, that’s when bitches are the best; when they finally shut the fuck up.” More hoots and hollers.
