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

Neal spat out a curse, “What's gotten into you?

friends are

closer to Raegan, crouched before her, and warned, “I'm about to remove

and I'll make

it?” Reagan sensed that beneath Silas’ mild exterior lurked

as a kind soul

affirmation came through tear-stained eyes, radiating

Neal gripped the

that any scream from her would prompt

deep breath to steady herself, Reagan whispered through her tears, "Sir, I'll be

Very compliant.

Please don't hurt me.

Spare me.

do whatever you ask.” Her quivering, tearful

them, she was such a rare

appealing that

thought of her screaming

caressed Raegan's pale face with a lewd smile,

comply, you

his hand trailed down from Raegan's cheek to her

felt like venomous scorpions skittering

her skin

can we not do here?" Silas cast a

complained, still trembling, "The

noticed her feet were bleeding, leading him to

indeed strewn with rough,

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

he hauled

implored in a

Don't pull me.

is scattered

my own." Her gentle voice caused Neal to lose his

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

Raegan and instead gestured toward

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

nodded and advanced, keeping her hand struggling against the

wasn't too tight, and her wrists

crouched down submissively, using the veil of night to

lay down." In a whisper, Raegan responded, "This position is more suitable.” Neal

“Impressive.

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

make

waiting all day and I'm losing patience..." "Alright, Neal," Raegan agreed without a second thought, an undertone of eagerness in

eyed her with

true intentions, a searing agony

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