Love Unbreakable

Be On The Verge Of Despair Raegan's head throbbed where her hair had been ruthlessly grasped, and a hand clamped over her mouth stifled her cries.

The pain was too intense for her to utter a sound.

Eventually, the assailant halted.

A rag was roughly thrust into Raegan's mouth, and her wrists were bound tightly with a thick rope.

Shadow shrouded the man before her, his eyes gleaming with a lewdness that sent shivers down Raegan's spine.

It was only then that Raegan realized she wasn't alone with the assailant.

There was another.

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

Fear seized her.

The man who had previously feigned kindness now leaned in close, his voice a disturbing whisper.

"Don't be scared, little girl.

I've no desire to harm you.

Comply, and I'll ensure you're well looked after." The other man wore a far more menacing look, brandishing a sharp Swiss Army knife with a threatening snarl, "Defy us, and I won't hesitate to mar that pretty face of yours." The chill wind whipped around Raegan, tossing her hair wildly as her complexion turned ashen with terror.

"Did you hear that?" the man with the dagger questioned, his lecherous gaze roaming unchecked over Raegan's ample bosom.

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

The terror within her was so overwhelming, it rendered her thoughts incoherent.

Noticing her fright, the two men’s wariness diminished considerably.

They believed that wielding their daggers wasn't necessary to intimidate fragile young girls like Raegan.

With a grin, one man caressed Raegan's soft cheek, murmuring, "Such a good girl, indeed.” "Enough, Silas, we should get moving.

My patience is wearing thin,” the other grumbled, his rough exterior starkly evident as he began to disrobe.

The sight of Raegan earlier had ignited an impatient lust within him.

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

It was only because of Silas' keen observation, noticing the man Raegan had argued with lingering nearby, that they had bided their time.

Eventually, these two men had slipped away from their group and trailed Raegan up the mountain, stealthily waiting for the moment to pounce.

Silas, observing the other's scant attire of just shorts, let out a laugh and playfully chided, "Neal, you're in quite the hurry.

Try not to scare the little girl.” Neal responded with a chuckle, "Think she's startled by this? Just wait.

There's scarier stuff on the way.” Raegan, witnessing Neal's advance, violently shook her head and wept, as though she were desperate to convey a message.

This piqued Silas’ curiosity.

halted Neal, suggesting, "Hold

hear what she has to say.” Impatient, Neal spat out a curse, “What's gotten into you? Quit dragging this out.” Silas reassured, "No need

friends are out

those words, Silas moved closer to Raegan, crouched before her, and warned, “I'm

I'll make sure you

Silas’ mild exterior

as a kind

tear-stained eyes, radiating fear

her mouth, Neal gripped the dagger, his vigilance etched into his stern

look was so intimidating that any scream from her

breath to steady herself, Reagan whispered through

Very compliant.

Please don't hurt me.

Spare me.

ask.” Her quivering, tearful voice caused both men to be

was such

appealing that they hesitated to silence

mere thought of her

Raegan's pale face with a lewd smile, saying, "Don't

comply, you won't

hand trailed

touch felt like venomous scorpions skittering across her

shuddered, her

we not do here?" Silas cast

trembling, "The ground is littered with

noticed her feet were bleeding,

indeed strewn

increasingly impatient, gripped Raegan by the collar, exclaiming with annoyance, “You're

that, he hauled

in a hushed tone, “Neal,

Don't pull me.

ground is

can walk on my own." Her gentle voice caused Neal to

about being called by name by a

toward a clearing,

pants, and the mountain's drastic shifts in temperature from day to

keeping her hand struggling against the grip of the

secured earlier wasn't too tight, and her wrists were slender, allowing

down submissively, using the veil of night to fully

fraught with urgency, demanded, “Why crouch? Just lay down." In a whisper, Raegan

“Impressive.

even familiar with this position...” While speaking, he roughly seized Raegan's hair, his

on, make it

day and I'm losing patience..." "Alright, Neal," Raegan agreed without a

her with

he could discern her true intentions,

What have you done?” he