The Hunt.

Zacky licked his lips and watched as Matt all but dragged Maria out of the tight bathroom. Once they were gone, he let his gaze shift back to Audrey. "If I were you, I'd be worried about your friend. You really shouldn't have tried to run." He laughed and grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her out of the water. "Hopefully this has all brought some light to your situation and you understand the seriousness of it... You're not going to try something that stupid again, are you?"

Leaning down to place an arm behind her knees, Zacky swept her up bridal style, water dripping from all over her body. He carried her out of the bathroom and dropped her down on the floor. "But if you want to play more games, I love games." He smirked.

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Misbehave? I looked up at my captor and tilted my head a little bit, "My mind may be foggy, but I believe you slammed my head against your headboard... How is that me misbehaving?" I knew he was just being a sniveling smart ass. No matter what I or Audrey did, that would've happened to her anyway and will probably happen to me too at some point. I probably wasn't helping myself with my mouth, but I didn't quite completely understand the danger I was in due to what I could only guess was a minor concussion.

My vision was still blurred around the edges and this man sounded like he was speaking to me from the next room over. Not to mention there were double of him and he was moving in slow motion. It felt like I was in a dream.

Audrey's breathe hitched as Zacky's attention turned back toward her. She let out a small sob, her shoulders shaking as she curled in on herself. She shook her head frantically when Zacky questioned her. She would never try to run again, there was no way that she would. Not with what had happened to her after she had tried and she certainly didn't want to end up with Maria punished because she had messed up.

Yelping as she was dropped to the floor, Audrey pushed herself back against the side of the bed. "N-N-No. I'm s-so sorry," Audrey stuttered, hanging her head as she started to shiver. She hadn't dried off after she had bathed and she was sure that her fear wasn't exactly helping her not shake. "I-I w-won't tr-try t-to a-again. I s-s-swear!" Audrey looked up to Zacky, her desperation coming through. "P-P-Please!"

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Matt let out a low growl as he glared down at Maria. He reached out, slapping her as hard as he could before he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "And what do you think that little attitude of yours is? Acting good?" He hissed as he leaned forward, pressing Maria back against the bed as a sick little smirk developed on his features. "Why don't I just fuck your tight little ass? Will that help you come back down to reality, whore?" Matt spat, reaching down between their bodies to pull his dick free from his pants.

Giving his cock a few rough pumps of his hand, Matt ripped Maria's pants off of her legs unceremoniously. "Want to lube my cock up, little girl?" He asked, pressing his thumb between her lips. "Or should I just fuck you nice and dry? Hm?"

Zacky frowned, looking down at Audrey as she clung to the side of the bed and quite literally begged and cried like a two year old. "Its not fun if you're going to act like that." He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. He walked over to his dresser and picked up a glass bottle of bourbon and poured two glasses. He picked one up and grabbed Audrey by the arm, yanking her up and helping her sit on the bed.

"Drink this. Then maybe you won't cry as much." He tapped his foot, growing impatient.

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Maria looked up at Matt, narrowing her eyes as he pushed his thumb into her mouth. "Stop." She whispered, trying to focus on his face, but it was hard seeing as everything was doubled. "Please, m-my head is spinning." She gasped, realizing it was getting worse than better. She brought a hand up to the back of her head, feeling a warm sticky mess matting her hair to her head. She pulled her hand away, getting the blood across Matts bed sheets.

Audrey pulled her knees to her chest, closing her eyes as she hoped that Zacky would just leave her alone but that didn't seem like it was going to happen when he grabbed her and pulled her up. She gulped, hanging her head as she took the bourbon from Zacky. She sniffed it, her face scrunching at the strong smell of alcohol. She normally would have welcomed a drink but something about drinking because Zacky told her just completely unnerved her.

Taking a deep breathe, she wiped away her tears as she forced herself to take a sip of the liquid. Audrey gagged, setting the still full glass down on the nightstand. "I-I can't..." she trailed off, shaking her head. "I just... I'll stop crying. I swear," she tried to reason, wrapping her arms around herself. "It's just too strong," she explained quietly, knowing full well she'd probably just ended up pissing Zacky off.

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Matt had thought he was angry before, when Maria insisted on trying to argue with him but that was before she had gone and gotten blood on his sheets. He let out a deep growl as he sat up straight, his eyes narrowing as he reached forward. Gripping Maria's hair, he pulled her up and turned her around so that she could see the blood on his sheets. "What the fuck is that?" He hissed, shoving her face toward it. "Tell me what the fuck you're thinking getting blood on my sheets, you stupid bitch!" Matt shouted, his grip tightening on her hair.

Zacky clenched his jaw, watching as she slid the still full shot onto his bedside table. He reached out and grabbed her by her jaw, "Open your mouth." He hissed, picking up the shot glass. He watched as Audrey shook her head back and forth and cried. He dug his fingers into the hollows of her cheeks until she was forced to gasp in pain. He poured the alcohol into her mouth and slammed her hand over her mouth.

"The longer you keep it in your mouth the longer it'll burn. Swallow!" He growled and once she did, he slapped her across the face. "If I tell you to drink, you drink, do you hear me?" He forced her to look into his eyes.

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Maria cried, him spinning her around making her headache that much worse. "It's n-not my fault!" She cried, "I can't stop myself from bleeding!" She cried while he smushed her face into the blood, getting it all over her cheek. "Matt, please." She begged, trying to calm him down. "Please, I'm sorry!" She cried. She tried to crawl away, tried to get out from underneath his weight.

Fear shot through Audrey when she realized just how angry refusing the shot had made Zacky. Her eyes widened as she started to shake her head, her desperation coming through as the color drained from her features. She gritted her teeth as he tried to force her mouth open, unable to stop her gasp when he continued to apply pressure to her cheeks. She coughed and started to splutter when the burn of the alcohol hit her tongue and the back of her throat, her eyes finding Zacky's as she was forced to swallow.

Audrey yelped as her head snapped to the side, looking up to Zacky as he forced her to. "Yes, yes. I'm sorry," Audrey choked out, nodding her head. "I'm sorry. Please. I-I'll just... I'll drink next time. I promise. Please." Audrey was just tired of being hurt at this point, she would do whatever she could to not be hurt at this point.

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"Oh yeah? And what're you going to do to make it up to me, Maria? Because now i have to do laundry. I have to change the sheets and I have to take care of your stupid whore self," Matt spat, lifting himself away from Maria just enough so that he could force her around to face him. "Answer me!" Matt screamed in front face, gripping her chin tight in his grip. "Speak!"

[Just to let you know I'm just replying to this one right now because we're playing sea of thieves but I also wanna rp lmao]

"You'll drink next time?" Zacky raised his eyebrows, "If that's the case..." He went back to his dresser and poured her another shot. "Then here you go." He handed the shot to her. "Drink it. In one gulp." He said as he pulled his gun out from the holster on his side. He cocked it and aimed it at her head, to make sure she listened to him.

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Maria looked up at his eyes and started crying. "Please, I can barely see and my head is killing me." She cried harder, unable to handle it anymore like she had been. "I don't know what you want me to do."

{totally fine }

Audrey gave a tiny nod of her head, her stomach dropping as Zacky pouted another shot. She was sure that it was for her and that was only confirmed. She reached out with a shaking hand, taking it from Zacky. She stared down at it, her eyes widening as she looked up to see a gun pointed right at her. She whimpered, closing her eyes as she down the shot. She gagged, her face scrunching as she shook her head. She had never been a strong alcohol fan, she wasn't even going to try to deny it. "Please," she whispered, coughing as she wiped the side of her mouth. "S-Stop. I won't cry again!"

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Matt gave a roll of his eyes as he straightened up, shoving her unceremoniously off of the bed. "You're fucking useless," he spat as he started to rip the sheets off of his bed. "Better figure out a way to make it up to me pretty soon. Don't want me getting tired of you, do you?" He asked, glancing toward her with a sick smirk before he disappeared out of the door. He didn't bother closing it, almost positive that Maria wouldn't try running with the state she was in and after what had happened with Audrey.

"Stop?" Zacky asked as he poured her another shot. "I want you drunk as a dog." He smirked, "So maybe I can get a piece of that ass without hearing you crying." He shoved the shot into her hand, pressing the barrel against her head. "Cmon, let me see those cute lips up against that glass." He smirked.

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Maria hit the floor and slid a few inches, her head bouncing off the floor. "Fuck!" She cried, grabbing her head. She pulled herself up and wobbled into his bathroom, looking through the cabinets for any sort of Advil or pain killers. She found a bottle that didn't have any writing on it. Her head felt like it was splitting apart so she took one anyways.

Audrey cowered away from the gun, her entire body shaking like a leaf as she hung her head. Her bottom lip wobbled but still, she forced herself to take the third shot. She coughed a bit harder this time around, her cheeks flushing as she looked up to him. "P-Please! I won't. I won't cry. I'll do whatever you want, Zacky. I swear you won't even know I don't want it," she begged, looking up to him as tears started to flow down her cheeks. "I'll even act like I do if you want. I'll do whatevr you want, Zacky. Please." She knew that was was starting to ramble and she didn't really make any sense but at this point, she was already starting to feel it. She didn't drink bourbon very often and she was drinking on an empty stomach. She'd be flat on her face in no time.

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Matt headed back up the stairs with a fresh pair of sheets, rolling his eyes when he noticed Maria already sitting on the bed. "Get the fuck up," he snapped, pulling her off of the bed. He didn't bother to say anything when she stumbled, figuring it was just the headache and concussion getting to her. Not that she had gotten into his tranquiler drugs that he so often gave to girls that he had here so he could do whatever he wanted to them without fight. He put the sheets on the bed, reaching down to drag Maria to her feet before shoving her back down on it. "There. Rest up your fuckin' idiot," he spat with a roll of his eyes.

Zacky smiled and laughed, "That's a good girl." He dropped his gun, placing it back into his holster. "Your face is already flushing." He smirked, sitting down on the bed and pulling her up into his arms. "You're going to be a good girl, huh?" He ran his fingers through her head. "Show me how good." He unbuttoned his pants and pulled his dick out. Drunk blowjobs were always the best.

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Maria stumbled and flopped onto the bed, feeling her heart rate slowing down to an unsettling rate. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes fluttering open and closed. It didn't take her long to figure out what she had gotten into, but if it put her to sleep, she couldn't feel her head could she?

Audrey had started to breathe a bit deeper, unable to fend off the panic that was slowly building in her chest. She was terrified of what Zacky was going to do to her but there was nothing she could do. She bit back a sob as Zacky pulled her into his arms, giving a tiny nod of her head. She felt her stomach churn when Zacky unbuttoned his pants, knowing full well where this was going. Shuddering as she slid off of the bed, Audrey couldn't help the way that her head spun as she settled between Zacky's legs. She hated it, it made her uncomfortable.

She took a deep breathe before she reached out, giving Zacky's cock a few pumps of her hand before she wrapped her lips around his tip. She started to bop her head, her eyes shut tightly so she could ignore the spinning of the room as much as possible. Setting her hands on Zacky's thighs, Audrey just focused on getting him off. Of course because she was drunk, Audrey was being a lot sloppier than normal and she didn't even care, just wanting to get him off.

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Matt glanced over to Maria, a smirk finding its way onto his features when he noticed the familiar way of her eyes opening and shutting as she fought against the overwhelming need to sleep. "Aww, did the little girl get into my drugs?" Matt teased, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. "Oh, Maria..." he trailed off, chuckling as he ran a hand up her thigh. "Bet you won't argue with me now, will you? Hell, maybe that little pussy will cum. You won't be able to stop it either..."

Zacky moaned, loving how wet and slippery her mouth was getting his dick. Drunk girls never cared how messy they were getting. "Fuck-" he moaned, running his hands through her hair, "You fucking slut." He groaned, wrapping her hair around his fists and thrusting his dick deeper into her throat.

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Maria whimpered, feeling his hand trailing down her thigh, but she couldn't deny that she could feel herself getting wet between her legs. Was this really turning her on? She looked up at him, barely able to keep her eyes open. She moved her hand up to his thigh, barely pushing away.

Audrey tried to pull away from Zacky when he shoved himself deeper into her mouth, gagging around him. She whimpered, trying to pull away still but it was useless. She looked up to him, her tongue flicking the tip of his cock every time that he started to pull away from her. She was basically desperate to get over with this. She was sure that once she had, Zacky would be done with her and maybe he would even let her have something to eat since she hadn't had anything since the sandwich yesterday.

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"Oh, princess. If you want to get away from me, you're going to have to try a lot harder than that. Right now, I just kind of feel like you want my cock but you're being shy about it..." Matt trailed off, unbuttoning Maria's pants. He pulled them off of her legs, dropping them onto the floor. He moved to settle between her legs, smirking as he rolled his hips against hers. "If you don't want this, you have to tell me. And I have to be able to understand you..."

Zacky shivered at the sound of her gagging on his cock, it sent chills down his spine and he could feel goosebumps running down his arms. "Mmm, fuck." He moaned, pulling her head down deeper on his dick as he came in the back of her throat. He thrusted his hips as he came, smashing his pelvis against her face, he didn't care.

He pulled back and shoved her off of him as he fell back in the bed. "God damn." He sighed in relief.

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Maria's eyes rolled back into her head for a split second and she groaned. The combination of the tranquilizer making her feel high as a kite and Matt rubbing himself against her had her shaking, it felt so good. "Matt-" she frowned. She felt like she was fighting against herself. Half of her wanted him and the other half felt disgusted by the thought.

Audrey gagged as she was shoved away from Zacky, just relieved that this was over. She pulled her knees to her chest, shaking like a leaf as she leaned against the nightstand. She refused to look up at Zacky, her heart racing as she said a silent prayer. She just wanted Zacky to leave her alone, her head was spinning in an uncomfortable way and she felt sick to her stomach from the alcohol in her system.

Her arms wrapped tightly around herself, Audrey closed her eyes. Zacky had gotten off, he would leave her alone now, right?

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"Don't push me away, little girl. I know you want this. I bet if I checked right now, you'd be soaking fucking wet," Matt growled as he undid his belt. He shoved his jeans down to his knees, not bothering with kicking them all the way off. He was too excited to do put this off any longer than he already had. Giving his cock a few thrusts of his hand, Matt smirked as he pushed the material of Maria's underwear to the side with ihs tip. He let out a groan as he pushed into her, his eyes trained on her face to watch the emotions flash across her features. "Such a nice, tight pussy. And Maria, you're fucking dripping," he muttered, setting a desperate pace as he began to fuck her.

Zacky laid there for a minute, trying to relax and steady his breathing. "You have one of the tightest cunts I've ever fucked." He smirked, knowing it would probably get under her skin if he talked to her like that.

He got up off the bed and zipped his jeans up and fixed his shirt. The room smelled like sex and alcohol and he remembered how much he loved the scent. He looked down at Audrey's limp body and smirked, his eyes running over her skin.

"You're probably starving." He teased her, leaning over her body and running a hand up her side. "I say you probably deserve something for that performance..."

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Maria arched her back, the entire room was blurred and spinning and she felt like she was almost floating above the bed. What kind of sedatives had she taken? Why wasn't she passed out by now? She could feel everything he was doing to her like it was amplified by ten. She felt disgusted with herself, but she couldn't believe how good it felt.

A moan escaped her mouth and her head rolled to the side, her eyes rolling back in her head as she laid limp underneath him.

Audrey bit back a retort when Zacky spoke to her, anger bursting inside of her chest. SHe would have said something if she hadn't been afraid of what Zacky would do to her for giving him attitude. Swallowing, she buried her face into her knees, flinching away from Zacky as he ran a hand up her side. His touch sent goosebumps rushing down her arms, leaving a bitter, disgusting taste in the back of her throat.

SHe blinked, looking up to Zacky slowly. The prospect of food excited her far more than it probably should but she was willing to do just about anything for something to eat. Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, Audrey nodded a bit as she sat up a bit straighter.

"Please," she started, pausing to take a breathe. "W-Whatever you want... I'll even make it so you don't have to... I mean.. If you want. If that's what you want me to do."

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"That's a good little whore. Moaning like a slut," Matt whispered in Maria's ear, grunting as he gave a particularly hard thrust of his hips. He didn't give a shit if she actually came, he was only focused on getting himself off. He pulled back slightly, lifting Maria's legs and pressing them to her chest. Setting each of her ankles on his shoulders, Matt began to fuck her ruthlessly.

It wasn't long before he came, burying himself in her. Matt chuckled, placing a few lazy kisses along her neck. "Such a good little whore..." he trailed off, pulling away slowly. "Think I'm going to head down and grab a bite to eat. Maybe if you're awake by the time i get back, I'll give you something to eat. Good luck," he said with a laugh, pulling his shorts back on before he headed downstairs.

Zacky listened to her bed and plead and scoffed, a demented smile finding its way on to his face. He turned around and opened the bottom drawer of his dresser, where he kept all the clothes he had accumulated off girls they had kidnapped over the years. He pulled her out a pair of black leggings and a tanktop and turned back towards her, laying them on the bed.

"No, I think I'll test you." He smiled. "I'm going to go down to the kitchen and make you something to eat. The windows arent locked, you can try to run again if you want." He smoothed out the leggings as he laid them down, "Or you can be a good girl, get dressed and fix my bed, and maybe I'll let you sleep in a soft bed tonight instead of on the floor." He laughed.

He turned and walked down to the kitchen, seeing Matt already raiding the fridge. "Do we have anything good to eat?" Zacky popped his neck, finally feeling like he could relax. It took a lot out of him to torture and rape women. It was almost like a job. A fun one, but a job.

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Maria laid in his bed, feeling his cum leaking out of her. It made her feel dirty, but what made her feel worse was the fact that she knew he had gotten her off as well. She sluggishly pulled herself up off the bed, feeling like she was going to just topple right back over. She wobbled into his bathroom, holding on to anything she could get to in arms reach to make sure she could keep herself stable. She washed off her thighs and between her legs, not wanting him to get aggressive with her again if she got cum on his bed.

She barely got to wiping the smeared eyeliner off her face when the sedative fully kicked in and she passed out, sliding down into his bathroom floor.

The fear on Audrey's features only seemed to grow as a smile formed on Zacky's face. It wasn't the sort of heartwarming smile that reached his eyes but the sort that made her blood run cold. Audrey gulped, her eyes following Zacky as a sense of dread welled in her chest. She frowned when Zacky informed her that he was going to test her. Giving a small nod, Audrey watched with baited breathe as Zacky left the room.

She sat there, rigid, as she stared at the clothes that were laid out for her. Audrey wanted to run so bad but she knew that it was no use, that Zacky would catch up to her and even if she didn't, she would end up leaving Maria alone with these guys and that was not what she could do. She let out a small sob, filled purely with frustration as she wiped her tears away before they could fall. Letting out a shaky breathe, Audrey stood before slowly pulling the leggings and tank top on.

Audrey hated to act like a good little girlfriend but she did anyway, fixing Zacky's bed and making sure that it was absolutely perfect. The blankets were pulled taut, not a single wrinkle to be seen. Audrey glanced up, wondering if she could safely go into Matt's room without getting caught. She hesitated for a few minutes before tiptoeing out of the room. There was no point in trying to leave the house but she could... she could surely visit Maria, right? That wouldn't get her into trouble, she hoped.

Audrey's eyes widened when she caught sight of a slumped over Maria, completely passed out. She rushed forward, bending down to pull Maria up as much as she could, dragging her friend toward the bed in the corner of the room. Audrey groaned, lifting Maria up so that she was at least laying on something a bit more comfortable than the cold, hard bathroom floor. Audrey frowned, wishing she could stay before she retreated back toward Zacky's room.

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Matt looked up from peering into the fridge, smirking at Zacky. "I can toss together a casserole. Nothing fancy, takes no fuckin' effort..." he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders as he closed the door. He sighed as he straightened up, leaning against the counter beside the fridge. "Or I can just toss together some hamburger helper," he commented. Deciding that was what he was going to do, Matt pulled out two packs of hamburger meat and started a skillet to brown it in before tossing the hamburger helper stuff into it.

"Figure the girls' should eat. Can't have them dying prematurely, can we?" Matt let out a laugh, glancing toward Zacky. "I mean unless you want to starve Audrey. Make her grovel at your feet, she'll be a helluva lot more compliant that way."