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.

Neal,

out a curse, “What's gotten

are out

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

sound, and I'll

Reagan sensed that beneath Silas’ mild exterior

kind soul under the

came through tear-stained

Silas removed the towel from her mouth, Neal gripped the dagger, his vigilance etched

look was so intimidating that any scream from her would

herself, Reagan whispered through

Very compliant.

Please don't hurt me.

Spare me.

Her quivering, tearful voice caused

was such

appealing that they hesitated to silence

of

Silas caressed Raegan's pale face with a lewd

comply, you won't suffer

gentle..." As he spoke, his hand trailed down from Raegan's

rough touch felt like venomous

shuddered, her skin

can we not do here?" Silas cast a wary

"The ground

uncomfortable." Silas surveyed Raegan and noticed her feet were bleeding, leading him to surmise she must have

was indeed strewn with

gripped Raegan by the

first." With that, he hauled Raegan toward a smoother

flowed as she implored in

Don't pull me.

is scattered with

Her gentle voice caused Neal to lose

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

toward a clearing, instructing

pants, and the mountain's drastic shifts in

and advanced, keeping her hand struggling against the

Silas had secured earlier wasn't too tight, and her wrists were slender, allowing her to loosen most

down submissively, using the veil of night to fully free

“Why crouch? Just lay down." In a whisper, Raegan responded, "This position is

“Impressive.

he roughly seized Raegan's hair,

on, make

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

her with

discern her true intentions, a searing agony erupted from

have you