Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 186

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Raegan's head throbbed where her hair had been grabbed mercilessly, and a hand over her mouth muffled her screams. The pain was too intense for me to make a sound.

Finally, the attacker stopped.

He put a cloth in her mouth and tied her wrists with a thick rope.

Shadow enveloped the man, whose eyes shone with a lust that sent shivers down Raegan.

It was then that Raegan realized she was not alone with the assailant. There was another.

In the dim light of the moon, she recognized them as the ones who had harassed her during the day.

Fear took over her.

The man who had previously feigned kindness was now leaning towards her, his voice a haunting whisper.

«Don't be afraid, little one. I do not wish to harm you. Obey and I will make sure you are well taken care of.”

The other man looked much more menacing, brandishing a sharp Swiss Army knife with a menacing snarl: "Challenge us and I won't hesitate to ruin that pretty face of yours."

The icy wind whipped at Raegan, ruffling her hair as her complexion turned ashen with terror.

"Did you hear that?" the man with the dagger asked, his lascivious gaze roaming uncontrollably over Raegan's broad chest.

Regaining her composure, Raegan could do nothing but nod continuously as a visible shiver ran through her body.

The terror he felt inside him was so overwhelming that it made his thoughts incoherent.

Noticing her fear, the two men's caution diminished considerably.

They believed that it was not necessary to brandish their daggers to intimidate fragile young girls like Raegan.

With a smile, one of the men caressed Raegan's soft cheek, murmuring, "What a good girl, indeed."

«Enough, Silas, we should get going. "My patience is running out," the other grumbled, his rudeness showing as he began to undress. The sight of Raegan earlier had ignited an impatient lust within him.

They had been unable to get rid of Raegan's attractive image since they spotted her at noon.

Only thanks to the keen observation of Silas, who had noticed that the man Raegan had argued with was lurking nearby, had they bided their time.

Finally, these two men had slipped away from their group and were following Raegan up the mountain, stealthily waiting for the moment to pounce on her.

Silas, looking at the other's skimpy outfit, just shorts, laughed and playfully reprimanded him: “Neal, you're in a hurry. "Try not to scare the girl."

Neal responded with a chuckle, “Do you think this scares her? Well wait. There are more terrifying things on the way.

Raegan, witnessing Neal's advance, shook her head violently and cried, as if desperate to convey a message.

This piqued Silas' curiosity. He stopped Neal and suggested, "Wait.

Let's hear what he has to say."

Impatient, Neal spat out a curse: What's wrong with you? "Stop dragging this out."

Silas reassured him: “There is no need to worry. His friends are out of action.

"No one is going to look for her."

With those words, Silas approached Raegan, crouched before her and warned her, “I'm about to take the towel off. Make noise and I'll make sure you regret it. Understood?"

Reagan sensed that beneath Silas's peaceful exterior the most indecent nature was hidden.

Silas posed as a kind soul under the gaze of the sun.

Raegan's statement came through tear-stained eyes that radiated fear and vulnerability.

As Silas removed the towel from his mouth, Neal held the dagger, vigilance etched into his stern features.

Her gaze was so intimidating that any scream from her would cause an instant cut to his throat.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Reagan whispered through her tears: “Lord, I will be obedient… Very obedient. Please don't hurt me. Don't hurt me. "I will do what you ask me."

Her trembling, tearful voice captivated both men. To them, she was such a rare find.

Her voice was so attractive that they hesitated to silence her again.

The mere idea of ​​seeing her scream excited them.

Pleased, Silas caressed Raegan's pale face with a lascivious smile, saying, "Don't worry. If you comply, you won't suffer much. We will be very gentle..."

As he spoke, his hand moved down from Raegan's cheek to her neck, and then trailed further…

Its rough touch seemed like poisonous scorpions crawling over his skin.

Raegan shuddered and her skin crawled.

His voice trembled as he pleaded, “Lord, can we not do it here?”

Silas cast a wary glance at Raegan. Raegan complained, still trembling, “The ground is full of stones. "It's unbearably uncomfortable."

Silas looked at Raegan and noticed that her feet were bleeding, leading him to assume that she had tripped earlier.

Furthermore, the ground was strewn with rough and uneven stones.

Neal, growing impatient, grabbed Raegan by the collar and exclaimed in annoyance, “You're infuriating. "I'll start first."

And he pulled Raegan toward a smoother area.

Raegan teared up as she softly pleaded, “Neal, please calm down. Don't pull me. The ground is full of stones. "I can walk alone."

His soft voice made Neal lose his composure.

There was something about being called by name by a lovely, melodious voice that everyone found endearing.

Neal stopped dragging Raegan and instead pointed toward a clearing, ordering tersely, “Lie down quickly. "The cold is pressing."

He took off his pants, and the drastic temperature changes of the mountain from day to night made him shiver.

Obediently, Raegan nodded and moved forward, keeping her hand fighting against the rope's grip.

The binding Silas had secured earlier was not too tight, and his wrists were thin, allowing him to loosen most of it already.

When she reached the clearing, she crouched submissively, taking advantage of the veil of night to completely free herself from the rope.

Neal, full of urgency, asked, “Why are you crouching down? Lie down."

In a whisper, Raegan replied, "This position is more suitable."

Neal laughed lightly.

"Awesome. You are even familiar with this position…”

As he spoke, he roughly grabbed Raegan's hair, his voice taking on a harsh tone.

«Come on, do it quickly. "I've been waiting all day and I'm losing patience."

"Okay, Neal," Raegan agreed without a second thought, a tone of impatience in her voice.

Neal looked at her suspiciously. But before he could discern his true intentions, a stinging agony welled up from his groin.

«Ah! “What have you done?” he shouted.

Neal fell to the ground, writhing, his moans reminiscent of a pig in its final death throes.

Through the haze of his pain, Neal caught a glimpse of Raegan holding a bloody sharp stone.

“Bitch, you’re going to regret this…” he hissed.

However, before he could say another word, Raegan brought the stone down on his forehead with a loud bang.

Bang! The sound of the stone against the skull was unbearable.

Neal's face, now stained with blood, took on a hideous look in the gloomy night.

Realizing that Neal was helpless, Raegan threw the stone aside and fled into the darkness.

Neal, struggling to breathe, muttered, "Silas... Silas..."

By the time Silas reached him, Raegan was already gone.

Neal, bloodied and covering his crotch, slowly stood up with Silas' support.

His voice was laced with venom as he spat, “That bitch dared to play tricks on me! We will separate and hunt her, I will destroy her with my own hands..."

Raegan made her way through the forest, the darkness obscuring any sense of direction.

Afraid of being discovered by those two men, she remained silent, resisting the urge to ask for help.

Seeking shelter, he found a hidden hollow in the ground to hide in.

Around them echoed the nighttime symphony of animal cries, bird songs, and the occasional flutter of stones.

To admit that she wasn't scared would be a lie.

Shivering with terror, Raegan was drenched in cold sweat and her head was spinning.

Grabbing his knees, he pinched his thighs in an attempt to stay alert.

He tried to anchor his thoughts on something, anything that could offer him comfort.

However, her mind was plagued by thoughts of Mitchel, wishing he would notice her absence and rescue her.

Deep down, he realized the futility of such hopes.

Mitchel was probably having fun, and his contempt for her was so deep that even if he realized her situation, the likelihood of him coming to her aid was zero.

As exhaustion threatened to overwhelm her, a sudden flash of light pierced the darkness.

A wave of hope washed over Raegan, the possibility of someone rescuing her momentarily blinding her.

But before a word could escape his lips, a voice shattered his newfound hope.

“You little slut, do you think you can hide here from us?”

Neal hissed through clenched teeth, with a palpable desire to destroy Raegan.

«Your end is here. "I'll take my time, savoring every second until your last breath," he mocked.

With Silas in tow, Neal advanced toward Raegan with deliberate steps.

Wrapped in dread, Raegan found herself with no escape, teetering on the brink of despair.

Then, from the shadowy embrace of the forest, a voice reached her.

“Raegan…”

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