Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

The Welsh had a gun pushed up on the back of her head and Elizabeth had an urge to swat it off like a fly. Yet she did not dare move, her eyes roaming around the warehouse in bewilderment. In her twenty-eight years of existence, she had never ever been in such a dirty dwelling. Usually her haunts were the cool, sophisticated places with exotic names where even a smudge of dirt was meticulously wiped off. Being in this filthy setting disgusted her to no ends and she expressed her emotions with a sneer. She couldn't believe how people could accommodate to such conditions. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted when one of the brutes flipped her skirt up. Elizabeth let out a huge yelp and stared at him in wide-eyed fear. A deep blush colored her cheeks and humiliation was all she could feel. He leered at her like she was some sort of meat he was buying and she could feel her indifference crumble into pieces. None of the expensive schooling, ballet classes and exquisite parties could have prepared her for this. This feeling of being violated was so foreign to her that she could not contemplate how to react to it. She then realized that Elizabeth Dwight was not made for this kind of...harsh reality. She had been living a life that her father had made for her. Always protected, always cherished. This was what was outside the corporate world. But now as she thought about it, it was not that different than the corporate world. When a man saw a woman handling an important job, he tried to bed her. If I can fuck her, I can control her , they thought. But those men were easy to handle. She kept them under the sole of shoes with her icy glare and blunt comebacks. On the other hand, these men were ruthless, not barred by the conservation of their social status. They could do anything to her and she was helpless against them. Elizabeth hated being helpless. Her lower lip trembled as he continued to peek beneath her skirt and she shut her eyes in embarrassment. She wished she could sue these people for sexual harassment. They were bantering about Rocking, she realized. And by the talk of it, she could confidently presume that the pervert man was scared of her clerk. But why? As she created a mental picture of him and ran through all of his actions and comments, she too thought that he was too refined, too suave to be a man of lower echelons. She wondered if this all was facade to hide something bigger. Elizabeth made a mental to check his history if she was to make this out safe. Granny knickers, eh? Who'd ha' thought it? Maybe we should take 'em off, and them tights. get a look at the cat, yeah? She clenched her legs shut at his comment and opened her eyes to glare at him weakly. It was so pathetic she was sure it looked more like a pleading glance. Luckily the Welsh denied him. She liked him out of the rest of the lot. Like Boss is gonna know? Less you split, and you won't, nor will Psycho. Needn't leave a mark. Fuck, we could all have 'er, three times each. It don't leave a sign, you know. We could - A lone, pristine tear slipped down her cheek and Elizabeth was horrified. She had not cried ever since she had her first period cramps when she was twelve. But now, as she sat there looking at the man as he planned out her rape as if he were discussing some favorite sport, she let her tears fall down unbidden. A soft, broken sob made it past her lips though it sounded more like a whimper as she cried silently. Good Lord, was there anyone to help her? As if her pleas were heard, Rocking came in with his cocky remark about her underwear. Her head whipped up, relief flooding her features before she saw the gun pointed at his head. She slumped back in the chair dejected, though she made an effort to stop the tears. She would be damned if she was caught by him crying. She would never hear the end of it. The pervert man made a rude comment about their relationship and Elizabeth blushed as the memory of his thigh resurfaced in her mind. The cheeky bastard denied the allegations calmly. She almost scoffed. Well, being my boy toy is a privilege that most men in my company would kill for. Rocking explained about his sprained ankle, which to her looked perfectly fine. Either he had faked the sprain or he really did possess unnatural healing qualities. At his query about her state, she glared at him in anger though she was sure it must be looking laughable with the tears rolling down her red cheeks and her hair falling haphazardly all around her face. How long till the boss comes? Psycho asked the Welsh who had been watching their exchange with quiet annoyance. I dunno, he shrugged, he said it could take from an hour to a night. But we are to keep the bitch safe and secure till then. After he is finished, we can do as we please... The suggestive trail of his sentence was enunciated by a soft pressure on the back of head. Elizabeth gulped again, fresh tears rolling down. Fuck, yes, the pervert grinned lewdly at her as he advanced. He took a hold of her chin and tilted her face upwards. We are going to have so much of fun, princess. You will be begging for it, his fingers traced the contours of her neck and she shuddered in repulsion. This evoked a smirk to his face and he met the gaze of his companions. Maybe we will make a video of her and leave it on the net? The pervert suggested, resembling a child on a Christmas morning. And yeah, get caught by the pigs? The Welsh snorted, she is her daddy's precious darling. He won't stop at any cost once he knows that she's been ruined and offed. Boss asked us to leave the continent after the shit is over remember? Ya, ya, the pervert practically pouted and stalked away. Elizabeth had broken in a cold sweat. Now that she knew about these thugs' intentions, she cried out in horror. Sobbing, uninhibitedly. Her pride had been shattered. She was disgusted at herself for being so weak. She should have held on longer. The men laughed at her and insulted her further, explicitly describing what they intended to do with her. All the time, her head was hung down as she sobbed, her cries mixing with their lewd comments.