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, "Hold

Impatient, Neal spat out a curse, “What's gotten into you? Quit dragging this out.” Silas

friends are out

to

and I'll make sure you

Silas’ mild exterior

kind

came through tear-stained eyes, radiating fear and

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

so intimidating that any scream from her would prompt an instant slash

Reagan whispered through

Very compliant.

Please don't hurt me.

Spare me.

whatever you ask.” Her quivering,

them, she was such a

voice was so appealing that they hesitated to silence

mere thought of her

Silas caressed Raegan's pale face with a lewd smile,

you won't suffer

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

felt like venomous scorpions

her

as she pleaded, "Sir, can we not do

trembling, "The ground is littered with

noticed her feet were bleeding, leading

was indeed strewn with rough,

Raegan by the collar, exclaiming with

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

flowed as she implored in a hushed tone,

Don't pull me.

ground is

my own." Her gentle voice caused Neal to lose

by name by a lovely,

instead gestured toward a

the mountain's drastic shifts in temperature from day to night had

hand struggling against the grip of

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

she crouched down submissively, using the veil of night to fully

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

“Impressive.

speaking, he roughly seized Raegan's hair, his voice taking on

on, make

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

eyed her with

discern her true intentions,

you done?” he cried