Reminder Of Horrors

RUTH WALKER

Supporting Nick's body from both his sides, Me and Harry somehow brought him back to the mansion and got him into the bed.

"Just take some rest alright? We'll get the doctor to see you sooner enough!"

I say caressing his head once he was in bed while Harry had Dr. Scherzinger on the line.

"You know exactly what's gonna happen once Eric gets to know about you rescuing me, don't you?" Nick asked.

Yeah, maybe...

Maybe Eric would punish me for trying to step in between him punishing someone but, now the damage was done.

"I don't care!" I mumbled.

Nick grabbed my hand into his and kissed my knuckles softly.

"I love you, Ruth!" He said.

I used my other hand to horizontally move across his face, closing his eyes shut.

"Take rest now. You need some!"

Switching off the lights to his room, I walked alongwith Harry as he had to drop me to my room accross the huge castle.

"I never thought you would actually try to save Nick's life. You're really an angel!" He scoffed.

"I'm not very proud of being like how I am. The sad part is, I can't even try and become heartless like you all!" I smiled briefly.

My last encounter with Harry was at school when he alongwith his friends raped a woman right before my eyes.

Ever since then, I'm very scared of Harry and Nick. These guys gives me creeps beyond words. Although, Harry never tried anything with me but still the image my subconscious mind has of him isn't very ideal.

"Guess I don't exactly have made a great impression of myself on you, have I?" Harry scoffed.

"Em.."

I stopped in my feet after he stripped my thoughts.

"I'm harmless to you Ruth. I just follow my boss's orders." He said.

"I- understand!" I sighed.

Just a few steps across from my room and Harry's cellphone jingled for a call

"It's Dr. Scherzinger. He is here to check upon Boss! I gotta go!" He sighed and then looked at me

"I can go back myself, don't worry about it!" I smiled and once he was assure, he left, almost running through his way.

I follow my eyes to his figure until he disappeared from my sight and as soon as I turned around to walk back to my room a huge hand holding a drugged handkerchief wrapped around my mouth.

The drug hit my nostrils and it was so strong that I immediately lost my control over my body and slipped into the man's arms.

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The next time I woke up, I was in a dark room which seemed like a prison cell.

My hands were both tied to the headboard above my head while my legs were free and moving.

I was on a dusty strecher. My clothes were still on me and the room was empty.

I started calling out.

"Hello?"

"Eric?!"

"I-Is that you?"

By the time no voice replied me I was kinda convinced that it was Eric who had kidnapped me.

Ofcourse he wasn't happy with his marriage and would wanna spend his wedding night fucking me, to prove to me that I'm nothing but his whore?

I bet I thought that.

But it wasn't that.

It was something entirely different than what I thought.

"Eric!! Lemme go!!"

I yelled, trying to pull hard on the ropes now,

"Please Eric, LEMME GO!!"

Sooner, I heard a very familiar horrible chuckling voice entering from the door of this dark prison.

The man entered the cell and with the little lights at the place, I definitely could not see his face but I saw his body

He was wearing nothing but a boxer with his entire hulk-sized body tattooed all over.

"C-Chris?"

My throat dried completely as the realisation hit me.

"A little birdy told me you suffered big time amnesia because of electroshock therapy and now you remember everything that happened like a story but couldn't feel any of that real?"

He said chuckling away throughout.

He stepped closer towards me on the bed as I started to immediately crawl backwards, pushed against the headboard I curled myself as hard as I could and clenched my eyes shut.

"I heard you fell in love with Erickson Roerig?"

He asked, using his fingers to remove my hairs from my face.

"What do you want? Go away! Leave me alone!" I yelled.

"I just want to pull you out of the amnesia and remind you who exactly is the beast you fell in love with because clearly, you don't understand what that man exactly did to you, do you, Ruth?" He asked again.

I looked up at him shaking.

"B-but he is a ch-changed man now. H-he took care of me! We spent a n-nice vacation together at Malibu!" I stuttered.

"Seriously Ruth? You belived in that "nice" Erickson Roerig more than the one he was in past? Don't you know, when a donkey falls ill he is treated the best only for him to become well again so it could again be used for the load. Just because he treated you good, doesn't mean he is a changed man! He will always be the one who tortured you!"

I know!

I know everything!!

But these are all my memories. Memories that I don't trust. I am just trusting what I saw. And I saw the Eric who loved me... A lot.

I don't know what happened before or at the time he handed me over to Martin, but...

"I know you don't want to believe me! Then don't. I'm just here to remind you the beast he used to be with you! And I know you'll remember everything after tonight!"

He said, and grit his jaw to pull my dress from it's hem and thrash it down to it's very end using all the force he had, ripping my dress into multiple small pieces.

"Remember Ruth! Do you remember something?!"

Chris yelled and the hauntings of four years ago started crawling back into my mind.

"The way he would rip your clothes off multiple times and would fuck you against the nearest surface possible, without even caring about the place you both are at!"

He comments and my mind went back in past, multiple images of Eric thrashing my clothes off and shoving me against the nearest surface taking me against my will, spinned through my head.

"No!"

"Remember Ruth? This scar that he gave you? Don't you remember at all?!"

He grabbed up a pocket knife and sat up across my body on the bed and stabbed me multiple time on the same place where Eric had stabbed me six years ago. Over and over again.

"Aaahhh! No!! Stop!!!"

I scream, thrashing around.

The past memories refreshing, clearly taking shape in my brains

Chris finally threw away the knife he had after cutting my panties off of me and lowering down his boxers he pushed his cock into my ass and started taking me.

His hands mixed with mine as he started pushing himself, his body all over mine.

His face roamed through mine while he kept saying into my ears

"Remember the time when he got your mother gangraped and murdered. Remember the time when he got his mates to abuse your little brother at junior high washroom, Remember the time when he raped you in front of your brother and father and burnt them alive in that very house together. The time he pushed your little brother off the moving subway and killed him! Remember all of it Ruth!!"

He kept hitting inside me as all of those images started dancing right before my eyes bringing me back from my amnesia.

Making me realise that these were all not just mere stories, he actually did all of this to me and my family.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as he grabbed onto my hairs wrapping it multiple folds around his fist and started to ram inside me more strongly.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"

Loud patting noise of our abdomen slapping each other filled the room with my grunts taking shape each time the tip of his cock slammed against the end of my walls

He flipped me over, swayed both my legs in air and holding them both in that very position started to move, over and over.

"For once, let's accept that you fell in love with that kind of man, but how could you forget the day he handed you over to his men to gangrape you, Ruth?"

He asked and took out his cock from my pussy and came over my abdomen.

I sucked in a loud breath and he moved back to the side of the room adjusting his boxers.

"You forgot all of it didn't you?" He asked.

I collected myself to slowly sit up on the bed, my insides, my entire body is breaking with pain. He was so rough with me now but who am I kidding ?!

He raped me and rape is never not brutal.

"Lemm- Le-lemme go!" I grunt again.

He chuckled and picked up an injection, loading in a solution from a small medical glass bottle inside of it.

He flicked onto the injection checking on the air bubbles as my eyes grew bigger.

"Wh-what are you d-doing?"

I started crawling backwards, I know he was going to inject that in me.

"No!"

I got up from the bed and attempted a run but he caught me midway and easily picked me up and dump me back in bed, injecting that needle straight into my spine.

"Ahhhh!"

I shout but he held me so strongly that I couldn't move anymore and just gave up my struggle, my brain loosing the contacts with all of my body.

"Wh-?"

What was happening to me?!

I feel paralysed completely. I can't move any of my limbs, control them like I want to.

Neither could I speak, yell or shout

"See, I could have done this without making you paralysed but then, Let's face it, I'm not as bad as my brother right?"

I just heard him, everything going in my brain but... No movements, I could do none.

"Let's try and refresh your most horrible memory of Eric, shall we?" He smirked and unlocked the door to the prison and seventeen to twenty men walked inside.

I looked over at the men, completely helpless. I now realise which memory he was talking about

I wanted to crawl back, shout and scream, thrash around, try to escape but I just couldn't move at all

"Enjoy the whore boys!" Chris said and turned to leave.

One of the ugly men in the room, grabbed onto my ankle and pulled me downwards licking his lips watching me.

I looked at Chris, tears flowing down my cheeks, but I couldn't move.

"Oh and, be gentle with her. You don't know it yet, but she is soon going to become the queen of this country!"

I don't know he made fun of me with that or what but he walked away locking the iron door shut, showing me the keys from the glass over that door.

I could see him waiving his hands to me as the men in the room all circled around me on bed with all their clothes off.

I remained helpless, couldn't even plead and ask them to stop, just tears rolled down my cheeks silently as the first man entered his cock into my entrance.

The other men touching me

I don't remember how many hands were on me squeezing every part of my body.

I was dirty, beyond words, beyond thoughts, with all the hands, tongues and cocks touching every fibre on my body.

Tears kept flowing down as the molestation continued, reminding me that this wasn't the first time I was getting gangraped, Eric got me gangraped before either.

How can I be so stupid and fall in love with a man like that?!

The man moving inside me, undo his seeds inside my pussy and stepped away for the second man to fuck me now.

They untied my hands from the headboard now, it was no use of tying me up anyway. I wasn't going to make a sound or move at all because of the drugs.

They kept penetrating me entire night, double, triple, fucking my throat, ripping my pussy and anus and I could do nothing but wait, either for it to stop or either for the effect of the drug to die down on me so I could gain back my senses and try struggling, which I don't think was going to work anymore on these men.