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, suggesting,

hear what she has to say.” Impatient, Neal spat out a curse, “What's

are

those words, Silas moved closer to

I'll make

beneath Silas’ mild exterior lurked

as a kind soul under

tear-stained

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

that any scream from her would prompt an instant slash

a deep breath to steady herself, Reagan whispered through her tears, "Sir,

Very compliant.

Please don't hurt me.

Spare me.

you ask.” Her quivering, tearful voice

she was

so appealing that they hesitated

thought of her screaming

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

you comply, you

spoke, his hand trailed down from Raegan's cheek to her

rough touch felt like venomous

her skin

"Sir, can we not do here?" Silas

still trembling, "The ground is

feet were bleeding, leading him to

ground was indeed strewn with rough, uneven

increasingly impatient, gripped Raegan by the collar, exclaiming with annoyance,

that, he

as she implored in a hushed tone, “Neal, please, ease

Don't pull me.

is scattered with

own." Her gentle voice caused Neal to

called by name by a

and instead gestured toward a clearing, instructing tersely,

biting.” He took off his pants, and the mountain's drastic shifts in temperature from day to night

and advanced, keeping her hand struggling against the grip of the

her wrists were

she crouched down submissively, using the veil of

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

“Impressive.

roughly seized Raegan's hair, his voice taking on a rough

make it

patience..." "Alright, Neal," Raegan agreed without a second thought, an undertone of eagerness in her

eyed her

discern her true intentions, a searing

you done?” he