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

what she has to say.” Impatient, Neal spat out a curse, “What's gotten into you? Quit dragging this out.” Silas reassured, "No need to

are out

moved closer to Raegan, crouched before

a sound, and I'll

mild exterior lurked

masqueraded as a kind soul

through tear-stained eyes,

Silas removed the towel from her mouth, Neal gripped the

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

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

Very compliant.

Please don't hurt me.

Spare me.

Her quivering, tearful voice caused both

them, she was

voice was so appealing that they hesitated to

thought of her screaming excited

pale face with a

comply, you won't suffer

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

felt like venomous scorpions skittering

her skin

voice quivered as she pleaded, "Sir, can we not do here?" Silas

complained, still trembling, "The ground is littered

surveyed Raegan and noticed her feet were bleeding, leading him to surmise she must

the ground was indeed strewn with rough,

increasingly impatient, gripped Raegan by the

first." With that, he hauled Raegan toward

tears flowed as she implored in

Don't pull me.

is scattered

can walk on my own." Her gentle voice caused Neal

by name by a lovely,

dragging Raegan and instead gestured toward

and the mountain's drastic shifts in temperature from day to

advanced, keeping her hand struggling against the grip

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

down submissively, using the veil of night to

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

“Impressive.

speaking, he roughly seized Raegan's hair, his

make it

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

her

intentions, a searing agony erupted from

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