Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Mph my head Nevaeh muffled as her head pounded like war drums, the beat raddling her entire body. Her head was drooped down, her chin almost touching her chest. The more conscious she grew, the more she could feel her body again. Both of her wrists were bounded together behind the head of a wooden chair, immobilized as she endeavored to test her movement limitations. Her ankles bounded to the legs of the chair, making it even harder for her to contest her restraints. Cracking her eyes open into a squint, her pupils adjusted to the dim lighting, the surroundings growing purer in detail. An abandoned warehouse. The scent of stale dust irritated her nose, prompting a sharp cough to leave her delicate lungs. I see youre awake. A tall figure emerged from the shadows, towering over her as he was rather tall than the average man. His jawline was as sharp as a blade, his arms adorned with scars and the muscles to show he won through the rough times. It wasnt hard to mistake the lust that flourished in his hues as they scanned the body of his prey. His tongue lashed outwards, wetting his lips in deprivation. Two other men, resembling his height and build, parting ways with their hiding spots to assemble their group. Neveah had no words to exchange as she met their enthusiastic glances, connecting the dots straightforwardly without any doubts. Youre all filthy pigs. She spat the ugly comment with gritted teeth, using her words to attack despite her powerless state. The group wasnt afraid to demonstration their amusement, chortling at her failed attempt of belligerence. Oh yeah? What are you going to do? Tell daddy? Withdrawing a pocket knife from the slit in his pants he would flick the blade upwards, the edge slicing through the air as it stood erect. Neveahs reflection taunted her as it glistened against the blade, portraying just how defenseless she was. You look rather uncomfortable in that shirt, mind if I help you? Sincerely he spoke, almost believable to an eavesdropper. He closed the distance, gripping the base of his weapon securely before aiming it towards her chest. Wickedly he smiled before nudging the tip into the fabric of her clothing, quick to add suspense before flicking his wrist downwards, the shirt ripped with little effort. Her eyes were shielded tightly, body quaking in fear as she held in her scream. Exposed for the gang to see was her grey laced bra, shielding her breasts from being exposed, but left enough visible to fill in the blanks inside ones head. Youre a lot bustier than I had initially thought. The man knelt to his knees, wanting to be eye level with her. His free hand extended to decisively clasp her right breast, the tissue molding to the shape of his hand. A small groan of disapproval rattled in her throat, top teeth clenching onto her lower lip. Dont touch me! Angrily she yelled, knowing well that it didnt matter if she spoke or not. Her prediction proved right as he ignored her and proceeded to take his knife up to her chest again. She gulped, feeling the chill of the weapon graze her skin. He would line it up perfectly towards the tiny strap in the middle of her cleavage. Flicking it upwards, the tiny piece of fabric gave away and allowed both of her breast to pop out form the confines of her bra. Their eyes truly widened at the sight, almost drooling to finally see a revealed piece of lewd flesh. Greedily the man in front of her covered both orbs with his palms, giving them a tight squeeze before smiling in acceptance. Nice, very nice.