Chapter 3

Jacob

Andrew looked shocked at first as he stared at my sister, both of us didn't expect her to be here.

"Uh, Jacob? Who's he?" Shaina asked staring at the man behind me, the dilemma about my unresponsiveness forgotten.

"Why I'm his boyfriend," Andrew said, walking to stand beside me as he snaked an arm around my waist. Shaina and I gave him 'are you crazy?' looks and he fixed me with a pointed stare.

"Oh yeah I just love him so much," I said awkwardly as I tried to hug him, Andrew smirked at this. Moving his arm from my waist to the dip of my back to pull me towards him.

"You're gay?! But I thought-" Shaina stopped and you can actually see her brain buffer from the amount of fake information I was currently feeding her.

"Uh, I would love to get to know my boyfriend's family a lot more but we kind of want the house to ourselves," Andrew said with a smirk and Shaina turned beet red. Stuttering and stumbling over her words.

"O-of course,I-we-Let's talk later," She said looking at me before ducking out and leaving.

"Ugh," I said pushing Andrew away, the man just laughed at me as he settled onto a couch. "How many times am I gonna tell you? I'm not gay! Now my sister thinks that I am and soon my whole family will believe I'm gay." He just looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

"You could always have s3x with me to find out if you're so sure that you're not," he said leaning back on the couch and spreading his legs. I turned away to hide the blush at how incredibly how that looked. NO! Jacob darn it keep the straight together!

"I'll just take a bath, then we can go," By the time it'll take me to get ready, I think that I would be at least a few minutes late but, as they all say, better late than never.

When I was done, I saw Andrew silently waiting for me on the same spot that I left him in. He saw me and winked bucking his hips slightly.

"Haha, you think that's hot?" Yes, weirdly it looked really f*cking hot. I mean not.

"Guess not, but you were taking so long princess, we better hurry," he said standing up with his car keys and my phone in hand.

My phone.

"Hey, can I get that back?" I asked signaling towards my phone. He just smirked and placed the phone into his pocket.

"Nope, don't think so," He said and all I could do was glare at the back of his head and stomp my way towards his car. He drove me towards my workplace and I was about to run and tell the guard, to not let him in, tell him he was a kidnapper. But Andrew had different plans and this became apparent when he pulled me towards him with his hand on my shoulders. The guard smiled at us, looking at us like we were the cutest couple he had laid eyes on. I rolled my eyes and grumbled, Andrew just proudly walking beside me with his hand on my shoulder keeping me beside him. A few female co-workers giggled as they looked at Andrew. Can't blame them, he's a walking man God, his face itself was sculpted to perfection and the coat did nothing to hide his muscles underneath. He wasn't too built that it looked too much, just right.

I led him to my work station and got him a chair. He sat quietly watching me work, sometimes would pick up his phone to talk to someone but he didn't bother me too much. The blonde girl approached me, she was now back to being her usual preppy and flirtatious self, this is gonna be bad, like real bad. I glanced behind me towards Andrew and he had a frown on his face, an inquisitive look on his face.

"Hey they sexy, how are you doing today?" She leaned closer to me, her blouse too low, exposing her bra and the slit between her boobs. She had her hands on my chest and I could feel the burning glare from someone behind me.

"Excuse me but would you be a dear and f*cking stop manhandling my god damn boyfriend?" He seethed, boring holes into the girl's head. His smirk dropped and she immediately let me go, mumbling a sorry as she immediately left the two of us.

"Thanks, she really gets to be too much sometimes."

I suddenly felt him incredibly near, one of his hands was holding my face and the other was on my chest just by my nipple. "Did you like it when she was holding you like this?" He whispered his breath hitting my cheek. His voice was low and sultry, seducing me deeper into his hold. His hand moved closer and closer to my nipple, he's getting a reaction out of me and he knows it. He started playing with my nipples and I squirm in my seat not knowing if I should push him away or just linger in this pleasure he's giving me. "You like that huh?" He was smirking and I could hear it clearly in his voice. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. He rubbed and pinched alternating as he whispered things he would do to me in my ear.

Frustration, I was absolutely lost and didn't know what to feel. So my body just responded as it felt it could, a tear silently slipping down my cheek, it didn't go unnoticed as Andrew stopped what he was doing to wipe the tear away.

"Jacob, I-" He didn't continue his sentence, I was silently weeping as he rested his head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispered rubbing the shoulder that he wasn't resting his head-on. "I-I," he sighed before continuing, "I just got jealous and I know I have no right so, sorry." He said and he walked off, probably to cool down or something. I was left to wipe my cheeks and try to focus back on my work.

I walked out of the building to get some fresh air, wherever Andrew went to calm down it's taking him quite a long time. You could argue that I could've used this time to report to the police, call for help but something in me didn't want to.

!Warning Sexual Harassment Ahead!

I was yanked into an alleyway as I was passing. someone's big hand covered my mouth preventing me to cry out for help. The man was a few feet taller than me and reeked of the stench of alcohol. He was hiccuping and laughing menacingly as I was dragged further into the alleyway. I struggled and bitten his hand so many times that I think it's bleeding.

"Boss is going to be so proud of me," he slurred the words and I continued to struggle. A few yards away I could hear Andrew's faint screams as he searched for me. I screamed back but they were muffled underneath his hand.

The man finally stopped dragging me when he stopped in front of an abandoned building. Oh no. I bit his hand as hard as I can and he released his hold on my mouth, clutching his hand in pain. Small teeth marks were engraved in his palms and blood was oozing out of it.

"Help me!!!"I shouted as loud as I can, hoping for anyone to hear me and save me. I shouted help once more before the man turned me around and then smacked my cheek. I looked at him and gave him the angriest glare that one could give. A few other men stepped out from the building making their way towards me.

"You, f*cking man-slut," He then hit me several times on my cheeks before he landed one very strong punch. It sent me to the floor, sweating and trying to catch my breath.

"Hey stop it, man, the boss won't be too happy you damaged his goods," A man said dragging the drunk away.

"Let's go cutie," another maniacal man took hold of me and another one on the other arm. They took me to a guy who was sitting on an old bed, it was a room without a door and bare cement walls.

"So, you're Andrew's new little sex toy?" He said and my eyes widened shaking my head furiously, "Strange, usually, they'd be female, but you are quite cute," He stood up and move towards me.

He proceeded to rape me just by looking at me. I can feel his gaze undressing me cloth by cloth inside his sick imagination. Those looks that you can tell are looking through the outfit you're wearing and into the skin underneath.

"Leave us," He told his men and they obeyed immediately. I was about to run like hell but I heard the cocking of a gun. "Don't even try little one," he said as he pointed the gun straight at my head. I was shaking now, tears pouring down my cheeks in rivulets.

"Strip and dance for me if you don't want to die," He Said with a not so nice smile, the sweatpants he was wearing was displaying in full sight his true intentions.

Tears poured from my eyes as I repeated in my head what he just said a few seconds ago. I slowly pulled my pants down, My shirt is still covering my chest. The Tears completely fell when I felt his hand on my d*ck and the gun aimed for my forehead. He began rubbing in slow circles, which made more tears flow out of my eyes.

He aggressively pulled my shirt off and licked my nipple it was as disgusting as it sounded.

"Alright, underwear off, "He said pushing the gun against my forehead. I pulled my underwear down letting it fall to my legs as I stared at the gun, I quivered shaking with immense fear, hoping to anything that's holy that someone may find me, save me from this. Andrew, please help me. Please!

He grabbed me and threw me onto the old bed, the springs clanging in protest

"I'll savor every moment with you," He said discarding the sweatpants.

"No! Please don't! I'm begging you!" I screamed wheezing as the tears kept coming sliding to the side of my head. Wetting the sheets beneath me. "Stop it! Please! No more!"

"Mmmmm how sexy you look writhing and crying out underneath me," He said.

"I said stop!" I said trying to cover up any part of me that I can with my hands. His eyes darkened as he stared at me with multiple expressions swirling in his eyes, not just lust. I looked at him helplessly, silently begging for him not to do anything bad to me. He sat in the middle of the bed and pulling me onto his lap. I tried punching and pushing him away but he just held onto me tighter. I felt his hand on my chest, traveling lower and lower. I tried using my hands to smack him but he took out his gun again and directed it on my forehead.

"Behave or else," he shot a warning shot on the ground and I sat still quivering and trying to push down the nervousness and to push any amount of logic onto the surface.

When his hands started stroking me and I started getting hard, I immediately started shouting profanities and for him to stop. It's an unexplainable reaction and I was disgusted at myself for it.

"You keep saying stop but your body is saying otherwise," He continued stroking me and I felt my whole body getting weak. He laid me down on the bed and continued to stroke me until I came. I laid there on the bed breathing heavily with tears forming in my eyes. A pair of lips were placed on top of mine. I tried pushing him away but some of my energy was gone. His hand stroked me again and once more, I became hard. I tried to suck in my lips and struggle but again he taunted me with the gun and I was forced to lay there under his will.

He then rubbed his crotch against mine using one hand. I was close and I could tell but he covered the whole of my d*ck to prevent me from coming. He rubbed faster, not kissing me anymore but moaning loudly and I too was moaning and crying. He removed his d*ck from my own d*ck and he came on my chest and stomach while I did the same. This is just some unforgivable crime and I will make sure he gets thrown into jail or die. I was tired looking up at the ceiling wanting nothing more than to just die, right then and there.

I suddenly felt a pressure on my hole and felt his tongue licking it. "A finger's going in you better relax," I felt it, the pain and the overwhelming feeling of disgust. One finger two fingers he was playing with it like some sort of rubber band.

Gunshots rang from a floor beneath us and before he had any time to jump away. Andrew showed up, tears on his cheeks and pure rage shining through his features. I met his eyes with my pleading ones and they softened a bit before turning stone-cold again looking at the man who grabbed his clothes in an attempt to cover himself.

"You mother f*cker Jack," Andrew hissed stepping closer, the pistol aimed and ready to fire. " I should've killed you a long time ago, I shouldn't have let your stupid little gang live."

"This stupid little gang are the people who took you in and what do you repay us? Open one of your own? Challenge our own business with yours? You're an ungrateful piece of shit," The man, Jack, hissed.

"You're just bitter since your gang did much worse without me and you weren't able to accept that. And now you dare touch him," Andrew said and he shot again and again at the man. I averted my eyes from the scene. Andrew stopped shooting only when there were no more bullets left.

I felt him wrap his arms around me and I initially stiffened till I fell into his hold crying into him.

"I'm here, I'm here don't worry," Andrew said clutching my head to his chest and I wrapped my arms around him crying into his polo. "I'm here, I'm here baby. I'm here."