EroticReverie

Mercy Moore

Jag slides the unsharpened edge of the blade over my neck and I shiver and my toes curl in my shoes. 

I can feel my knee high socks have rolled down, one right below my knee the other down my thigh, and my skirt is up, but it's too dark for anyone to see. But I can feel Jags' dick, hard against my ass. 

"So what...you're going to fucking rape me?" I say through gritted teeth. 

Jag laughs and so do the others. 

"We could do that. We could do absolutely anything we fucking want to you Mercy, and you know what? Nothing would happen." he says and he digs himself against my ass. 

I swallow hard and feel my throat push against the knife. 

"No Mercy. We're not going to rape you. Because when we ARE inside you...it will be because you're fucking begging for it." he whispers in my ear. 

"doubt it" I say. 

Jag chuckles darkly. 

"You forget I know you Mercy.....I know the high you get off of being bad.....that high changes a bit when we get older doesnt...along with the way in which we're bad" he says and flips the knife and I feel the slightly thinner edge against my throat. 

"Remember when I showed you my dick Mercy?" he asks and I answer. 

"Yes."  I reply, we were both just two curious kids. I'd showed him mine, he'd shown me his. Nothing else happened, just wanting to say we'd seen it. 

"Don't know if you can tell Mercy....but it's grown a bit since then" he says and digs it into my ass again. 

"Couldnt tell." I say and he chuckles. 

"God you're a smart mouthed little cunt....and that's not gonna fair well for you here Mercy." he says. 

"You gonna cut me Remington?" I ask. 

"Maybe. I haven't decided yet." he says through gritted teeth. 

I don't know why, because I had a fucking knife to my god damned throat, but Jag was seriously doing it for me right then. My panties were getting soaked with each thrust of his hard dick against my ass and the fear that his stupid little knife brought to me. 

"Jaggy, please don't hurt me" I fake a whimper. 

He groans. 

"You are such a fucking smart ass." he growls and then I gasp, because I feel the knife slice at my throat, just slightly, breaking the skin. 

He chuckles. 

"Do you like it deep Mercy?" he asks as he digs his cock into my ass again and I fight back the little moan. I couldnt feel blood, but I knew my skin was broken. 

"Do you want the knife deeper little Mercy?" he asks and my cunt tightens and my eyes roll back as his tongue licks over the spot he cut me. 

"Fuck you" I exhale and he chuckles. 

"Jesus this is gonna take forever." a voice says and I smile in victory. 

"Oh, you all must be used to girls who think you're big and scary and-"

"Ow!" I yell when I feel a kick at my leg. 

"Shut that fucking mouth before my foot chooses that fucking mouth of yours next time." a voice says, but I have no idea which prick it is. I don't even know all their names. 

"A group of women beaters? Ha! of course!" I say.

My mouth earns me another kicks from the other side, this one  in my rib. 

It's not hard, but hard enough to really fucking hurt. 

"fuck" I groan and can't help but whimper at the pain in my side. 

Jag's mouth is at my ear. 

Quietly he whispers while pulling my hair hard, making me yelp. 

"I'm going to need you to shut your fucking mouth and listen Mercy." he says. 

Not wanting another kick to the ribs or anywhere else I whimper. 

"Fine.Okay!" I huff, hating my submission to Jag and his band of assholes. 

Jag gets up and I hear a shuffle and thud of what sounds like someone getting punched and an "oof" from one of the guys.

"what the f-" a guys voice says and I hear Jag cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up" he growls and then under his breath he says quietly. "Hurt her again without my permission and I'll break your fucking legs" he hisses. I realize i'm not supposed to hear it, but I do, and I push up off the ground. 

"fine..yea...you got it.." the guy says bitterly. It was clear to me that while the Seven ran the school, Jag ran the seven. Which wasn't surprising to me. What did he mean without permission? He'd command them to hurt me? 

A light flicked on and I flinced at the brightness and blinked and then felt my blood run cold. 

"Jesus christ" I muttered and looked around the cold basement. 

But it wasnt a basement, it was a fucking dungeon. 

"What the hell is this? Are you gonna fucking torture me?" I ask and a small cruel smile passes each of their lips. 

"Depends on you Mercy....are you going to behave, or keep running that fucking mouth?" Jag says and I glare at him. 

He smirks. 

"Get up." he says, his tone firm and demanding, and I want to tell him no, but that would be stupid, I didnt want to sit on the fucking floor. So I stood and as I did I pulled up my knee highs. 

"Take your panties off" Jag says and I look to him and half laugh. 

"What? Why?" I ask. 

"Ask another question Mercy" he says and flicks the pocket knife in his hand. "I dare you."  he gives me a warning glare and then cocks his brow. 

I sigh and roll my eyes and look at every guy in the room, their eyes all on me, watching. 

"fucking pervs" I mutter and then my eyes are on Jag's as I reach up under my skirt carefully and grab the hips of my panties and pull them down. I drop them to the floor and step out of them, leaving my red lace panties on the ground. 

Jag grins. 

"Knew she wore the sexy shit" Damon says and I look over to him and narrow my eyes. Jemma was right, Damon was a wolf in sheeps clothing, and I'd been wrong about him.

"Bring them to me." Jag says. 

I huff and then toe them with shoe and kick them across the space to him. When I look up his nostrils flare. 

"Are you trying my patience Mercy? Do you not think I'll punish you?" he asks and I hate that the slickness already happening between my legs, grows at the idea of Jag punishing me. Why was he so hot? Why were all of these bastards hot? 

I sighed and walked over and bent over carefully to grab the panties from the floor in front of his feet.  I purposely looked up at him before rising, letting him get a view of what I looked like below him, what i'd look like on my knees. Why was I being such a fucking moron? 

I stood up slowly, and held the panties by one finger. 

"Someone ordered a pair of panties?" I cock my brow. 

I saw his lip twitch at the corners, his eyes narrowing to keep himself from smiling. 

"Put them in my pocket." he says, his face all seriousness again, his eyes looking down at me.

Without taking my eyes off him I balled my panties in my hand. 

"Do you have a preference , a specific designated panty pocket Jaggy?" I ask, and god, I cant help but to taunt him and my heart races as he breathes heavily and then snatches my hair again. 

I hiss and my head is pulled back, my neck extended. 

"My preferred pocket is the one between your legs....do you want me to make you shove them up your cunt Mercy?" he growls. I inahle shakily and let out a fucking traitorous noise sounding too much like a moan. Because, it was. 

He smirks.  

"Sound like she would." one of the guys say. 

I swallow hard and he leans in, his breath slipping over my neck, sending chills down my spine. He was so much crueler than he was at 12 years old, so much stronger, so fucking hot. 

"Put them in my fucking pocket Mercy....while you're in there, feel free to feel how hard your smart mouth makes me" he whispers.