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

“What's gotten into you? Quit dragging

are out

With those words, Silas moved closer to Raegan, crouched before

a sound, and I'll

sensed that beneath Silas’ mild exterior lurked the most indecent

masqueraded as a kind soul

through tear-stained eyes, radiating fear and

the towel from her mouth, Neal gripped

was so intimidating that any scream from her would prompt an

Reagan whispered through her tears, "Sir, I'll be

Very compliant.

Please don't hurt me.

Spare me.

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

she was such a rare

appealing that they hesitated to silence her

thought of

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

you comply, you won't suffer

hand trailed down from

touch felt like venomous scorpions skittering

shuddered, her skin

we not

complained, still trembling, "The ground is littered

were bleeding, leading him to surmise

the ground was indeed strewn with rough,

increasingly impatient, gripped Raegan by the collar,

that, he hauled Raegan toward

she implored in a hushed tone, “Neal,

Don't pull me.

ground is

walk on my own." Her gentle voice caused Neal

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

toward a clearing, instructing tersely, "Lie down

off his pants, and the mountain's drastic shifts

keeping her hand

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

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

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

“Impressive.

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

on, make it

patience..." "Alright, Neal," Raegan agreed without a second thought, an undertone

her with

true intentions, a searing agony

you done?” he