"Let go of me... please stop!.." I screamed and pleaded with them as they picked me up from the floor of the vehicle and started sexually harassing me.
I was grabbed hold of in my private areas. I can't even count how many hands that were touching and squeezing my boobs and ass as they were trying to rip my dress apart.
'Please stop!.." I kept crying out but it seemed my cries were amusing to their ears as they were all laughing foolishly.
"Strip her naked and hold her still," the bony-faced man instructed as he began unbuckling his belt.
His colleagues or friends immediately started carrying out his orders as they ripped apart my dress to the point that my undies became visible and they began forcefully trying to tear off those as well and meanwhile the bony-faced man has pulled down his pants and his hairy privates where lay bear to the world.
"Suck it bitch," he said with a sick smile as he brought his stinky dick close to my mouth but I closed my mouth shut while trying my best to remove my face from its direction.
He kept trying to insert his dick into my mouth without success but I was still utterly disgusted by the whole thing as his dick kept colliding with my lips and facial skin.
Gross!!
"Hold her still and get her mouth open," he ordered, his voice laced with frustration and hunger.
Forcefully one of the men clamped my mouth open by squeezing my cheeks in and my head was forcefully and painfully held in place so I couldn't turn away.
"Yeah. Just open it up like that. Just like that," the bony-faced man said and then he directed his manhood into my mouth...
I tried my best to break free from their hold but it was impossible and I was left with only one thought which I was certain would cost me my life but at this point I do not care. I determined within myself to bite off the man's dick when it gets into my mouth...
"What's that?"
We were all alerted by a sound from the outside. It felt like something landed on the roof of the moving vehicle.
The unusual sound took the men's attention away from me as they all pulled out their guns.
"It came from the roof," the man with the odd face pointed out with his hand pointing to the roof.
"What do you think it is?" The bony-faced man who had now put his smelly junk back into his pants asked with his gun pointing to the van's roof.
"I don't know," his companion replied and just then some sounds could be heard on the rooftop.
It almost sounded like something or someone was walking on top of the roof.
"Who is there?!" The men became at red alert and they opened fire at the roof...
After a few rounds of loud, deafening shots they seized fire and there was a calming silence that followed.
"What the hell could that be?" The odd looking man said, still wondering what it was even though it seemed it was no more there.
"It could have been a cat. I hear they like jumping on the roofs of buildings and vehicles," one of the men said.
"Well that's a dead cat then," the bony-faced man said.and they all burst into laughter how that sounded too loud to be a cat I thought…
Turning his attention to me. "So where were we?" He smiled wickedly as his hands went to his belt once more.
I prepared myself for another episode of struggle as his colleagues came to grab hold of me but just then...a loud sound, followed with flying, scattering pieces of glasses as something broke through one of the windows of the vehicle and before I could comprehend what was happening I saw a huge figure that looked like a man picking up bony-faced colleagues and flinging and tossing them about the vehicle.
It happened so fast that the men were unable to take a shot at this figure and even when they did manage to fire at him it was like they suddenly became a bunch of amateurs as they couldn't get a single aim at him. It was all misses.
Is it that they are not good or was it that he was just too fast that he dodged all of the bullets?
Not possible. No man is faster than a bullet yet this is what I was witnessing with my very own eyes.
I still couldn't get a clearer look at the figure. Firstly because he was moving so fast for my eyes to catch and secondly he was backing me the whole time however something about him looked very familiar.
Whoever he is, he is one very dangerous man and he was proving it.
The way he was killing the men. It was too gruesome to watch. He actually pulled the throat out of the odd looking man from his mouth and he pulled out the heart of one of the men from his chest and sliced the other man's head off with just his palm. That's not all. He scraped one of the men face off with the broken glasses on the frame of the window and twisted the other man's head 360 degrees.
In less than a minute all 7 men were dead except for one, the bony-faced man whose whole body was shaking vehemently like he was standing in front of the devil himself. Who is to say the figure is not the devil? No man can do the things I just saw him do. Absolutely no one.
"Please... Please don't kill me.." he begged for his life and inasmuch as I hated him for what he was about to do to me I felt sympathy for him and wished he would somehow escape his looming death.
The figure approached him steadily like a predator stalking its prey- backing him to a corner and just then.
The figure suddenly turned around to face me and I couldn't believe my eyes. The figure is actually Marcel but his eyes were glowing red like burning flame.
"Marcel.." I muttered in shock as I stared at him.
He stared back at me and our eyes locked. I really couldn't take my eyes off him and although he looked quite scary at this point I wasn't afraid of him I was just surprised even amazed. Something even more astonishing began to happen as Marcel's eyes started returning to their normal blue colors.
The bony-faced man could have used this opportunity to escape but instead he reached for his gun and aimed it at unaware Marcel.
"Marcel!!" I screamed out but it was too late as he fired multiple times at Marcel before he could turn around.
"No!!!!" I screamed out as Marcel fell to the ground motionless.
Immediately I fell on top of Marcel to check up on him but he wasn't moving or breathing and it felt as if my heart was giving way at that moment. It felt as if it was melting in a bowl of hot molten magma.
"Get away from him," the bony-faced man said as he stood up but I remained at Marcel's side and a rainstorm of tears was building up in my eyes.
"I said get away from him bitch!" He pointed his gun at me.
Slowly I raised my head to face him and I couldn't explain it but I became suddenly filled with the spirit of rage. I have never been this upset in my life and I have never hated anyone more than I hated the man standing in front of me.
"You killed him. You fucking killed him. You son of a bitch!" I didn't even know when I stood up and attacked him throwing punches and kicks despite him pointing a gun at me.
I didn't really care about dying. I just wanted to avenge Marcel_better still I wanted Marcel back but I know that's impossible. This fool killed him!
"Hey..Hey..Hey. Stop it! Do you want to die?! Huh?" He finally managed to overpower me and he had his gun placed on top of my head.
Regardless I was still struggling but soon enough I yielded and just gave way to tears as I wept bitterly over the death of Marcel.
"You could have not killed him," I said amid tears.
"Well he shouldn't have killed my friends either," he frowned then pushed me.
"Move!"
.
He took me out of the van and started taking me away by foot while I was just weeping thinking of Marcel and how it was my fault that he is dead. I actually was blaming myself for Marcel's and Isabella's death. If I hadn't tried to escape, both of them would still be alive by now.
All these thoughts and guilt just made me more grieved and angry that I started struggling and fighting again despite the man being stronger than me and having a weapon.
I stepped hard on his feet with my heels to break myself free from his grip then I kicked him hard below the belt and he winced in pain. I continued my assault on him- repeatedly hitting and kicking him over his entire body.
"Why do you have to kill him!..," I kept yelling while at it but then he landed a hot resounding slap on my face that sent me crashing to the floor in pain.
"Fucking bitch!" He cursed and he looked frustrated and angry.
I might be down but I am not out and I still have lots of fight in me and it was like he could see that I wasn't going to quit. I will just keep coming at him relentlessly.
"Fuck this! I will just kill you and cook some story to the boss since you are so eager to die," he said and he pointed the gun at me as I picked myself back up from the ground ready to resume my attack on him.
I knew right there I was going to die and honestly that's what I want at this moment because the hurt in my heart is unbearable.
"You won't be missed," he said before pulling the trigger…