Run, Little Red.

Hattie was right to start apologizing because if she had said nothing at all, Zacky would have been even angrier than he was at the moment. A sick little smirk settled its way onto his features as he stood there, watching as she started to cry. He felt a stirring in his pants; there was nothing quite like a beautiful, sobbing mess on his bed to get him going. Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he stepped forward. "Home? Darling, this is your new home, so it would be the best for you if you realized that. I don't want to have to keep hurting you Hattie. If you were just a good girl, then I wouldn't have to..." he trailed off, palming himself through his jeans as he leaned down at her.

He reached forward, grabbing Hattie's wrist in an almost mockingly gentle grip. "Come on, girl. Maybe if you're nice to me, I'll be nicer to you. Hm? How does that sound? Why don't you show me how bad you want me to be nice to you..?" Zacky reached out, cupping Hattie's cheek. He ran his thumb over the skin before shoving it into Hattie's mouth. Glancing up when he heard what sounded like someone hitting the floor at hte bottom of the stairs, Zacky couldn't help but laugh at the scream that followed the noise. "What do you think she did to make Matt do that? Now she's going to be all damaged and unable to perform... what do you think that means? That she'll die soon, hm? Or that we'll both just have to fuck you until she's feeling a bit more like herself."

Zacky smirked at the reaction this got out of Hattie. He knew Matt wouldn't give a shit whether Sidney was hurt or not, he would fuck her whenever and however he pleased but he wanted to see just how far he could push Hattie. "Maybe if you do a really, really good job, I can stop that from happening. Hm?"

---

Sidney seemed to realize just how big of a mistake she had just made as Matt ripped the lamp from her grip. Without it standing between her and Matt, she was utterly defenseless and there wasn't much that she could do to change that. The fear that settled in the pit of her stomach only seemed to grow as his fingers wrapped around her throat. She struggled, trying desperately to pry his fingers away from her skin. "P-Please," she croaked, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes that she could do nothing about. She would have said something about calling her a whore but she couldn't breathe and besides, she was already in hot shit.

Gasping for breathe, Sidney tried to push herself away from Matt as he reached for his blade but it had been pointless. She shook her head, yelping as she was all but dragged to her feet. "I-I'm so-sorry," she forced out the words, trying struggling to breathe. Her hands shot up to Matt's in her hair, trying to loosen his grip. She whined as she was dragged toward the stairs, the sharp stinging pain enough to send even more tears down her cheeks. Sidney cried out as she hit the bottom of the stairs, the breathe knocked right out of her lungs.

Sidney tried to push herself away from Matt but she only managed to move a few inches further from the stairs, her back and head throbbing as she tried to gain her bearings again but it was useless. Whimpering as she was pulled to her feet, Sidney struggled against him but she went completely still when he pressed the knife against her throat. Sidney gulped, opening her mouth to plead with him only for a bloodcurdling scream to tear from her throat instead. Sobbing, Sidney looked down to her leg, putting no weight at all on it. "Fuckfuckfuck," she said, reaching down with one hand to hold her leg. "M-Matt," she croaked, looking up to him with desperate eyes. "Pl-P-Please. I-I'm s-s-sorry," she hiccuped, wincing as she went to move her leg. "Fuck. Matt. Please!" she said a bit louder this time, growing desperate. "I-I need... please," she whimpered, just wanting Matt to stop what he was going to do to her. She knew she had fucked up and she was sorry, she just hoped that she could somehow reason with him. "Please. I-I'll... I. I will do what you want," she managed to breathe, her other hand resting on Matt's wrist that was in her hair.

[not sure why the fuck I suddenly started spelling Sidney's name with a 'y' ]

Zacky's words only made Hattie start to cry harder. This was her home? This was no home. Your home is where you were supposed to feel safe, sheltered. But here the only things she felt were pain and fear. It hadn't even been twenty-four hours and already Hattie was ready for Zacky to kill her. Anything to stop the misery. But she knew that if Zacky killed her, Sidney would be alone and Hattie couldn't do that to her. Hattie looked up when Zacky continued to speak, shaking her head. No, no, she didn't want to do that right now. She didn't want to touch him at all. But she knew what telling him no would do and she didn't want to piss Zacky off anymore.

Hattie shuddered when she felt Zacky's hand on her cheek. She hated having him touch her, even as gently as this. He was disgusting and he made her feel disgusting. When he forced his thumb into her mouth, Hattie was so tempted to bite him but she knew that would skew things away from her favor. She couldn't begin to imagine how angry that would make Zacky. So she only sighed softly, accepting what she was going to have to do. But just as Hattie was starting to reach out to pull Zacky from his boxers, she heard a loud thud from downstairs, followed shortly by a bloodcurdling scream. Sidney. What was Matt doing to her? Hattie wanted to help her, but what could she do?

When Zacky suggested both he and Matt fucking Hattie while Sidney was unable to perform, as he'd put it, Hattie shook her head. She couldn't handle both of them at the same time, mentally or physically. But if it came down to that or knowing Sidney was going to die, Hattie would lie back and let Matt and Zacky do whatever they wanted to her. "You won't stop it from happening," Hattie hissed. "Matt's going to fuck Sidney no matter what happens, no matter how badly he hurts her." Hattie had no idea where her anger was coming from. Maybe it was because she knew Zacky was lying to her face to get what he wanted from her.

---

The scream that ripped from Sidney's throat when he drove the knife into her leg was like music to Matt's ears. He knew that was likely the worst pain she'd ever felt in her entire life and she was painfully naive if she thought that was the end of it. "You'll do what I want, huh?" Matt growled into her ear. With his hand still on the handle of his switchblade, he ripped it out of her leg, watching the blood pour from the wound. He knew well enough not to hit a major vein or artery, so while Sidney would lose a good bit of blood, it wouldn't be nearly enough to kill her.

"It's too late for that, whore. For some reason you keep thinking you can piss me off and then apologize and everything will be okay. But that's not how it works. You do what I say, when I say to do it. If I tell you to suck my fucking dick and swallow every last drop of my cum, you do it. If I tell you to lay back and let me fuck you, you do it. Hell, if I tell you to eat out your little friend, you fucking do it. Otherwise, I slit your throat from ear to ear. Maybe hers, too, if Zacky's tired of her. Fuck, you've pissed me off." Matt paused, an idea coming to mind. "And I know exactly how you're going to make it up to me."

Tightening his grip on her hair, Matt dragged Sidney back upstairs, giving no thought to her injured leg. He stopped at Zacky's room, opening the door before shoving Sidney inside. Matt had no idea what he'd walked into, but Zacky looked downright pissed, which might make him more keen to go along with Matt's little idea. "I need you to help me teach this little whore a lesson, if you don't mind, Zack," Matt said, nodding towards Sidney. "She seems to think she can do whatever she wants and piss me off with no repercussions and she needs to learn otherwise. So I was thinking we should make her watch while we both fuck her little friend like a ragdoll? It might teach miss Hattie here a lesson, too. Kill two birds with one stone?"

{ I noticed it but I was just like, meh. whatever. worse things have happened also i feel like this is a horrible post so I am sorry }

Zacky had just been about to snap at Hattie when his door was thrown open. He looked up, his features hardening when he saw the state Sidney was in. He didn't know what had happened, sure, but he could guess. If Matt was mad enough to put a hole in her leg, she must not have been behaving. Zacky couldn't claim that either of them were nice but such a severe injury usually only resulted if one of them was genuinely pissed off.

Humming at Matt's idea, Zacky gave a quick nod of his head before letting out a small laugh as he looked toward Hattie. "I guess your little destiny is here before either of us expected, darling. I hope you're not too excited," he murmured, brushing his thumb over her cheek as he moved to stand. Zacky leaned over to pull open the drawer in his nightstand, tossing a pair of handcuffs in Matt's direction. "Keep the whore out of our fun," he said, his eyes locking with Sidney's as he chuckled. "Maybe she can join in toward the end if she behaves."

Zacky turned back toward the drawer where he produced a line of rope. He grabbed Hattie's one arm and dutifully wrapped the rope around her wrist, tying both of her wrists together in front of her body. Hattie would fight, he was sure, and taking her fists out of the equation just meant that Matt and he could have that much more fun. "Fill her up," Zacky said as he started to undo his belt. "Maybe Sidney can learn a thing or two about how her happiness isn't the only thing that matters, once we're nice and finished, hm?"

---

Sidney was openly sobbing as Zacky and Matt spoke back and forth, clutching her leg as she hung her head. She knew that fighting them was pointless but to know that she was the reason, or at least part of it, that Hattie was about to raped by both of them, it killed her inside. She flinched as Matt stepped forward to cuff her hands together, shaking her head. "N-No. P-Please. I w-wo-won't.." she trailed off, not even sure what the hell she was wanting to tell Matt. Sidney whimpered as she tried to take a step back, wincing as Matt yanked her forward to cuff her wrists together. Unable to really hold herself up, Sidney all but fell to the floor. She pushed herself back against the wall, her chest heaving with the effort of each breathe that she took.

"H-Hattie," Sidney spoke her best friend's name, looking up to her as her face crumbled. "I-I'm s-s-so s-sorry," Sidney choked, holding her hands up, in front of her face. She didn't want to see her best friend destroyed by these men. There wasn't a single damn thing that she could do about it. Sidney could begin to feel herself getting lightheaded, mostly because of the bloodloss. Selfishly, Sidney was hoping that maybe she would pass out and she wouldn't have to be witness to her best friend's defilement.

[it's okay, this is horrible, too ]

As soon as she finished speaking and she saw the anger spark on Zacky's face, Hattie regretted ever opening her mouth. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever he was going to do to her. But then suddenly the door was being slammed open and when Hattie opened her eyes again, she saw Matt shoving an obviously hurt and bleeding Sidney into the room. Hattie's heart dropped as she looked at her friend. She wasn't sure what she'd done to make Matt so angry and it didn't matter. All that mattered was that her friend was hurt and there was nothing Hattie could do about it.

Hattie was so distracted by Sidney that she only caught the tail end of Matt and Zacky's conversation and her blood turned cold. No. No, they couldn't do that to her. She couldn't take both of them at the same time, especially with Sidney watching. The thought of being raped by both of them was already terrifying enough, but having her best friend as a captive audience added an entirely new level of embarrassment to the situation. When Zacky produced a pair of handcuffs, Hattie immediately started to scurry away, pausing when the handcuffs were tossed to Matt instead. Hattie struggled against Zacky as he tied her wrists together with the rope, already knowing that they would red and raw by the time this ordeal was over.

Hattie started to shake her head as Matt moved up in front of her, backing up until she realized that she was only backing up into Zacky. "No, please, no," she begged. "Please, you...you don't have to--" Hattie's words broke off in a sob as Matt forced her legs apart. She squirmed against his grip as he moved her legs over his forearms, forcing himself roughly inside of her. Hattie felt Zacky move up behind her and then he was inside her other entrance, a scream tearing from her throat.

---

Matt caught the handcuffs that were tossed in his direction, reaching out and grabbing Sidney's wrists to yank her close. He closed the cuffs around her wrist, pressing them almost tight enough to cut off circulation before he pushed her away. He smirked as he watched her all but fall to the floor before he turned back to Hattie and Zacky. Zacky had tied up Hattie's wrists as well, which would make things much easier for the two of them. Matt knelt on the bed, starting to undo his belt, pulling it free before he tossed it onto the floor. "I'll take the pussy and you take the ass?" Matt asked, looking at Zacky as he pulled himself free of his boxers. He started to stroke himself, feeling himself grow hard as he listened to Hattie beg for some sort of mercy.

"Shut the fuck up, little whore, you deserve this," Matt hissed, shoving her legs apart. "Maybe next time you won't talk back to Zacky? And your little friend better be paying attention, because she'll be fucking next if she doesn't learn to watch her fucking mouth. Or maybe she'll be next just because, who knows." Matt lifted Hattie so that her legs were draped over his forearms and then he entered her, only pausing long enough to let Zacky do the same thing before he started to fuck her. "Such a tight little pussy," he groaned. "And fuck Zack, I think the little whore likes being fucked like this. She's so wet."

As he continued to fuck her, Matt shoved up the shirt Hattie was wearing to reveal her bare chest. He started to tweak and pinch her nipple, smirking when he heard the moan that she barely stopped from coming out. "See how much your little friend enjoys this, Sidney?" Matt asked. "Maybe we'll let you have a turn when we're done, if you're lucky." When Matt finally reached his climax, he held Hattie in place as best as he could, wanting to degrade her even more by cumming inside of her. When Zacky had finished with her as well, shoved Hattie in his direction, letting Zacky decide what to do with her now since she was his girl. "How was the ass, Zack?" Matt asked, tucking himself back into his boxers. "If it's anything like Sidney's, it's fucking amazing. And what about you?" he continued, looking over at Sidney with a smirk. "Did you enjoy the show? I bet you're soaking wet too, just from watching."

{if this isn't okay for godmodding, I can always change it }

The scream that ripped from Hattie's throat was enough to excite Zacky all on its' own. That coupled with the knowledge that Sidney was being forced to witness this first hand, and the pain that was inadvertently being forced onto Hattie was enough to send the rest of the blood in his body, rushing to his dick. He smirked as Matt finished, following in only a few thrusts. When Hattie was shoved back toward him, his eyes trailed down the woman's body. She was vibrating, likely in part from fear and in part from the shock that her body was going through.

"Hattie's ass is so fuckin' tight. You might just have to try her out some time because I fuckin' swear, man. It's been a long time since I felt a hole that tight," Zacky groaned, a smirk forming on his lips as Matt spoke to Sidney. His eyes landed on the girl and an idea popped into his mind, one that he was sure Matt wouldn't argue with. He stepped forward, yanking Sidney half up from the floor by her bicep before he began to drag her forward, toward the bed where Hattie lay curled up in a ball.

"Come here, you little whore. Now since you wanted to cause so many problems for Matt that he wanted to hurt your little friend.. I think it's time you pay her back. Why don't you clean her up? Make her feel good while you're at it, since she seemed to enjoy what just happened to her slutty holes," Zacky said, letting out a rough laugh as he grabbed Hattie's ankle with his free hand. He yanked her down the bed, forcing her to spread her thighs.

---

Sidney had curled into as tight of a ball as she could, trying the best that she could to ignore what was happening right in front of her. The noises that her best friend were making tore right through her. Sidney wished she could switch placed with Hattie because she hated seeing her friend hurt like this. While she could only imagine it hurt horribly, Sidney would take that pain if it meant that Hattie didn't have to. But she didn't have that choice, she wasn't in control here.

Letting out a sob when Matt spoke to her, Sidney shook her head frantically. No. Nonono. She hadn't enjoyed a single moment of that and she would have told Matt if she thought she could but she was afraid he would lash out at her all over again. With the throbbing in her leg, Sidney didn't have any fight left in her.

Her eyes widened to the size of orbs when Zacky dragged her forward, shaking her head frantically as she tried to pull out of his grip. "N-No. P-P-Please. I-I-" Sidney tried to reason with Zacky, her face scrunching as Zacky shoved her head between Hattie's open thighs. She let out a sob, clamping her eyes shut. Sidney wasn't going to do this, she was sure that it would only further humiliate Hattie and that was the last thing she wanted to be the cause of. Crying out as Zacky yanked on her arm, Sidney reluctantly leaned forward. She pressed the tip of her tongue against Hattie's entrance, gagging as Zacky all but shoved her face further into her pussy. Whimpering as her hair was pulled in warning, Sidney began to eat Hattie out - she was only focused on 'cleaning' her as Zacky had said, just wanting to get this over with at this point.

[no it's alright ]

Hattie struggled against Matt and Zacky as best as she could, but it was no use. With her hands literally tied and her legs over Matt's arms, she could barely move. And she knew exactly why Matt had chosen this position; with no way to prop herself up, gravity was working against her, forcing her down onto Matt and Zacky's dicks with each of their thrusts. More than anything, Hattie hated that her body seemed to like what was happening to her, enough that if this were a consensual situation, she would probably be begging for more. She was caught off guard when she felt Matt pinch her nipple and she almost couldn't fight back the moan. She didn't want to give either one of them the satisfaction of thinking she liked what was happening to her.

As grateful as she was when Matt and Zacky finished, the feeling of both of them cumming inside of her made her feel disgusting. She offered no fight when she was all but dropped onto the bed, curling into a ball as she tried to stop herself from shaking. She could feel the cum leaking out of her but all she could do was lay there, barely listening as Matt and Zacky continued to degrade her. She laid there until she felt a hand close around her ankle, fighting back for a split second as she was dragged down the bed. When she felt her legs being yanked open again, Hattie's first thought was that she was going to be fucked again but then Zacky was shoving Sidney's face between her legs, saying something about cleaning her.

"No, no, I don't want--" Hattie started to protest but there didn't seem to be a point to it at all. This wasn't the first time Hattie had had a girl between her legs and in fact, she quite enjoyed fooling around with women from time to time, but she'd never thought of Sidney this way. And it was more than humiliating to have her friend between her legs, essentially eating her out as she licked up the cum that was leaking from her. But despite everything, it actually felt good, especially since she was reluctantly still sensitive from having Matt and Zacky fuck her. This time she couldn't hold back the moan that slipped out, hating herself for it as she dug her fingernails into her palms.

---

"Maybe I'll give it a try after this," Matt said, smirking as he tucked himself back into his jeans. He looked down at Hattie, who seemed to be in too much shock to do anything but lay on the bed. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you little whore? You liked it when Zack fucked you in the ass." Matt took a step towards Sidney, wanting to see if she really was wet, but before he could, Zacky was yanking her up by the arm. He was curious as to what Zacky's plan was, but as he spoke, Matt understood. And God, was it a good idea. "Do what he says, whore," Matt said, seeing Sidney start to protest. "And don't you think you owe it to her? I mean, look at her. She's like that because of you. So eat her pussy like a good little slut."

Matt smirked as he watched Zacky force Sidney's face between Hattie's legs, shoving her face even closer to Hattie when she seemed reluctant. It was rare that they forced their two girls to touch or fuck each other but no matter when it happened, Matt loved to watch. He didn't hesitate to pull himself out of his boxers again, stroking himself slowly as Sidney finally gave in and started to eat Hattie out. He knew it was humiliating for the both of them, being forced on each other while he and Zacky watched but he also knew that Hattie at least was enjoying herself, no matter how much she didn't want to. "Oh look, the little whore likes her friend eating her pussy," Matt said, smirking when Hattie moaned. "I bet you like it too, Sidney. Why don't I check and see?"

Matt moved up behind her, roughly yanking down her shorts and underwear. He slipped his hand between her legs, smirking again when he felt how wet she was. "This little whore likes it, too, Zack," he said. "You like eating your friend's pussy, don't you, Sidney? Does it taste good? Maybe if you do a good job she'll return the favor." He laughed dryly as he gripped himself in his hand, deciding that as long as he had Sidney in this position, he might as well have a little fun of his own. He entered her in one quick thrust, groaning loudly as he started to fuck her, pushing Zacky's hand away from her hair before taking his own grip, keeping her face against Hattie's pussy. "Make sure you get it all, get her nice and clean," Matt growled.

Zacky couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips when Hattie moaned, a smirk settling on his features as he looked up to Matt. If Hattie was enjoying this, it certainly wouldn't be the last time that it happened. Hell, either way it wouldn't be the last time that they made their girls play together but knowing at least one of them was enjoying it made it that much more humiliating. Maybe it would drive a wedge between the two of them, creating a rivalry that he and Matt could exploit to their advantage. Maybe it wouldn't but either way, Zacky and Matt would both enjoy this little fact that he'd just discovered.

His eyes drank in as he watched Matt yank down Sidney's shorts and underwear, palming himself through his boxers once Matt had taken Sidney's hair in his hand. "Fuck," he grunted, his eyes roaming over the scene in front of him. It wasn't very often that the guys fooled around like this but still, Zacky was enjoying himself and knowing that they were successfully humiliating Sidney at the very least, well, he wasn't about to complain.

Climbing atop the bed, Zacky pulled his cock free from his boxers as he knelt by Hattie's head. He reached out, grabbing Hattie's chin and forcing her to look in his direction. Even if she wasn't watching him, he was going to cum all over that pretty little face of hers. "Are you going to cum, Hattie? I bet you've always wondered what Sidney could do with her sweet, little tongue, huh? Bet you've wanted her to eat you out for awhile," Zacky growled, getting more enthusiastic with his actions. "Maybe if you're good, she'll start doing it more often. Would you like that? Like knowing that when you behave, I can fill all of your sick, little fantasies."

---

Sidney clamped her eyes shut, trying to just focus on cleaning up all of the cum that was leaking out of Hattie. She was trying not to think about what she was doing, she was trying not to think about how turned on she was, and she sure was trying not to think about the noises Hattie had let out. Sure, Sidney had wondered what sleeping with another girl might be like but this wasn't exactly how she had thought things would ever go down. Wincing as Zacky tightened his grip on her hair, Sidney renewed her efforts. Surely, if she was fast eno- Sidney's eyes widened as she realized what Matt was doing.

She tried to pull her face away from Hattie long enough to bed. "N-No! P-Please.. I don-" Sidney tried to reason with Matt, not wanting him to touch her. She didn't want him to know that she was turned on because she couldn't even deny that Hattie was a beautiful woman. In a different world, maybe Sidney and Hattie would have fooled around but they had been best friends and that was all they had ever been. Her eyes widened as Matt slammed into her, crying out as she was forced to put weight on her injured leg. Dropping her head forward, her cheek rested against Hattie's inner thigh as tears rolled down her cheeks. Sidney was about to say something, only for Matt to force her face back into Hattie's pussy.

Sidney let out a small sob as she obeyed, feeling the wound on her leg start to break open all over again because of being jostled around with Matt fucking her. Sidney tried to pull away again, when she was sure Hattie was cleaned thoroughly, she winced when Matt simply shoved his face against Hattie again. Her eyes widened as realization dawned on her. Gulping, Sidney turned her attention to Hattie's clit. She ran her tongue between her folds, flicking the tip of her tongue over her clit. Please. She just hoped that she could get Hattie off quickly and then maybe this would be over with. Closing her eyes, Sidney sucked her clit into her mouth, runnign the flat of her tongue over it repeatedly.

Hattie squeezed her eyes shut, trying to pretend she was anywhere but here. Anywhere but trapped in this cabin with these men, with Sidney's face between her legs. She hated herself for ever suggesting that they go camping. She'd needed to study anyway but she'd decided she would rather procrastinate. And look where it had gotten them. Hattie's eyes sprung open when she felt Zacky's hand on her chin and she was greeted by the sight of his dick in her face. She shook her head as he started to speak to her. Sure, she'd wondered once or twice what it would be like to fool around with Sidney, but that was years ago. Sidney was her best friend, practically her sister, and the thought of being sexual with her had disappeared.

"N-No, I...I don't want..." Hattie could barely choke out the words. Her body was still in shock and with the way Matt continued to press Sidney's face against her pussy, she knew what they wanted to happen. They wanted to watch Sidney eat her out until she came and as much as Hattie didn't want to give them that satisfaction, she knew it would happen. She couldn't help the way her body reacted. At least the humiliation wouldn't last long, not with the attention Sidney was paying to her clit. Hattie bit her lip to keep herself quiet but her body betrayed her again and as her orgasm hit, her back arched away from the mattress just slightly.

"Please..." Hattie begged, her voice soft. She knew she would get no mercy at all from Matt so she looked to Zacky, trying her best to ignore the fact that his cock was still in her face. "Please, I'm sorry...I'm sorry." She felt like she could repeat those two words over and over again and it wouldn't make a difference, but she didn't know what else to say. And to her, it seemed like Zacky enjoyed watching her beg and grovel for a shred of mercy or dignity. But truthfully, she didn't even know what she was asking for. A reprieve? Death? Whatever happened, Hattie was at least glad when Matt finished with Sidney and dragged her out of the room.

---

Matt kept a tight grip on Sidney's hair as he fucked her, knowing the injury to her leg would make the movement painful. He felt her try to move away from Hattie and he forced her face back. Sure, all they'd wanted in the beginning was to humiliate the girls but now...now Matt wanted to see if Sidney could actually get Hattie to cum, as reluctantly as it would be. "There you go, make your friend cum like a good little whore," Matt said. "She deserves it, don't you think? And even if she doesn't, Zacky and I do. And I think we deserve it for having to put up with a couple of whores like you two."

Matt kept Sidney's face pressed to Hattie's pussy as he continued to fuck her, not really caring at all that he was likely hurting her. He was never gentle when he was fucking his girls but getting to watch her eat out her friend was making him a bit...enthusiastic. He only released his grip on Sidney's hair when he knew Hattie had cum, smirking as he focused all of his efforts on his own orgasm. Fuck Sidney, literally and figuratively. He didn't care if she felt pleasure as long as he did. It only took a few more thrusts for Matt to finish, holding Sidney's hips against him. "There you go, little slut, I bet you like it when I cum inside you, don't you?"

He shoved her down onto the bed as he tucked himself back into his boxers and then he grabbed her again, pulling her up by the hair as he forced her down the hall to his bedroom. Bypassing the bed, Matt took Sidney to his ensuite bathroom, shoving her to the floor next to his bathtub. He searched through his medicine cabinet until he found his bandages and antibiotic cream, as well as the bottle of rubbing alcohol. As much as he hated to help her, it would be no fun if Sidney died of an infection because of the wound on her leg. No, her death had to be at his hands.

Hattie's orgasm seemed to be what pushed Zacky over the edge as he gave a few haphazard pumps of his hand before he came in spurts, grinning as he covered her face. He would make her wear it, at least for a bit. Let it dry on her skin so she would feel ashamed and disgusting, just like the dirty little whore that he was grooming her to be. He smirked to himself, tucking himself back into his boxers. While it wasn't often that Matt and Zacky screwed around in the same room, they had done it enough times that Zacky knew Matt was close. He was looking forward to it almost, knowing he would have Hattie alone and he could do whatever he wanted to her. Not that it really mattered if Matt was in the room or not, neither of them would stop the other from torturing the other's girl.. the only thing off limits for Matt was Hattie if Zacky decided.

Smirking as he watched Matt drag Sidney out of the room, Zacky turned toward Hattie. He dropped down onto the mattress, sitting beside her now. "You know..." he trailed off thoughtfully, already knowing how Hattie would respond to what he was going to tell her.

"I didn't really think you could cum after that, Hattie. I didn't think you would cum after Matt and I fucked you like that," he paused, laying down beside her. Trailing his fingers down her torso, Zacky ran the tip of his finger between her pussy lips. "You're fucking soaked," he said with a laugh, shaking his head. "You came from your little whore friend eating you out while she was fucked. Did you like how she ate you out? How she cried into your cunt while Matt fucked her? Or was it that she was hurt, bleeding because she didn't want to listen to Matt? She was hurt and still, her only objective was to make you happy..."

---

Sidney dropped against the bed, openly sobbing as Matt put himself away. She didn't even flinch when Matt pulled her up by her hair, wincing as she was dragged out of Zacky's room. She stumbled after him, not really able to put her full weight on her injured leg. Her shoulders sagged as they entered Matt's room, naively thinking that she would just be thrown on the bed and she could finally rest. Hell, even if Matt threw her on the ground and told her to stay there, she'd sleep. She wouldn't fight it, she was completely exhausted. Partly because of her ordeal and partly because of the blood loss.

She let out a soft whimper when Sidney was dragged past the bed, her hands moving to her hair and trying hopelessly to pull Matt's hand out of her hair. Fighting Matt was stupid, it was pointless, but still, she was fucking exhausted and afraid and she didn't know what else to do. "S-Sorry," she stuttered when Matt yanked at her hair. Her hands stayed on Matt's wrist but she didn't dare try to pull away again, letting out a groan as she was shoved to the floor.

Holding her leg, Sidney's head dropped to the edge of the bathtub while Matt searched through the cabinets. She lifted her head when the noise stopped. She frowned slightly when she saw what was in his hand. "P-Please..." Sidney didn't know what she was asking for, she just had it in her head that Matt would figure out a way to punish her because it seemed like no matter whether she listened or not, Matt would hurt her. "I-I can do," Sidney paused, dragging in a deep breathe. "Do it," she offered, not wanting Matt to be inconvenienced by having to help her. She was sure it wasn't his favourite thing to do.

Hattie shuddered visibly when Zacky finished on her face, turning to wipe it on the bedsheets without thinking before she stopped herself. As much as it disgusted her to have Zacky's cum on her face, she didn't want to see him as angry as he would likely be if she wiped it on his sheets. But she did twist away from him when he laid down on the bed next to her, a fresh sob bubbling up from her chest when she felt his hand between her legs. She couldn't take anymore, not right now. She offered no response to Zacky's comment. She couldn't control her body or the way it reacted to something she normally enjoyed very much. If she survived this, she didn't think she would ever want to have sex again.

"That was only her objective because it's what you told her to do," Hattie said. "She never would've...done it if you hadn't made her." She didn't know what else Zacky expected her to say. Did he want her to agree with him? Well, that was a stupid question. Of course he wanted her to agree with him. But should he really have expected her to? "My...My body might have liked what you made her do, but...but I didn't. Sidney is practically my sister. I bet you wouldn't like it if somebody made you fuck your sister." Hattie hated to think of how humiliating it must have been for Sidney to be forced to do that, especially with Matt fucking her while she did it. She would've taken Matt and Zacky both again if it meant that didn't have to happen.

Hattie turned away from Zacky, curling up into a ball on the mattress. His cum was starting to dry on her face and the feeling absolutely disgusted her but she knew better than to ask to wash it off. Zacky would let her when he was done using it as a way to belittle her if he even let her at all. As sick as he was, she knew he liked seeing her with his cum on her. And if she had even a little bit of fight left in her, Hattie might have asked anyway, but she didn't. Her body and her mind were both exhausted and she didn't have the energy or the willpower to try and convince Zacky to let her clean herself.

---

When Matt found the supplies he was looking for, he laid them all out on the counter before he turned to Sidney. Hearing her offer, he frowned. "You let me do it or it doesn't get done at all," he growled. "So shut the fuck up and pull your pants down. You can leave your underwear on, since I'm feeling a little nice." Once Sidney had done what he told her, Matt grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol and knelt down next to her. With as deep as the wound was, he knew this was going to burn a lot but he didn't care. He was just trying to kill off the germs. He squirted a liberal amount onto the wound, taking a tight grip on Sidney's thigh when she started to squirm.

"Hold your ass still, you stupid whore," he said. Setting the rubbing alcohol aside, he grabbed the other supplies and twisted open the antibiotic cream. Matt spread a good amount of it onto the bandage, which he taped to Sidney's leg with medical tape. Pushing to his feet, Matt started to put the supplies away. "You can pull your pants back up for now," he told Sidney. "But that might change if you keep pissing me off. Now I'm going to give you a pill. It's an antibiotic, it'll keep you from getting an infection. You're going to fucking swallow it, just like you'll swallow every one I give you until your leg is healed. And if you even think about trying to fake it, I'll slit your throat. Understood?"

Matt waited to see Sidney's head nod before he turned back to his medicine cabinet. He grabbed the container of antibiotics, tipping one out into his palm and holding it out to Sidney. "Take it," he ordered. "And hurry up." Once the pill was in her mouth, Matt reached down and pulled Sidney up by her bicep. He dragged her back out into the room and shoved her onto the bed. "Take a nap or something, I'm going downstairs to get something to eat," he said. "Fucking your little friend and then you wore me out. I worked up an appetite."

Zacky had thought he was about to let Hattie rest but then she was opening her mouth and ruining any chance of rest she had. His eyes narrowed as he sat up on the bed, his gaze narrowing as he let out a low growl. "Sorry, sweetheart. I didn't quite catch that..." he trailed off, his voice darkening as his gaze hardened. If Hattie had thought talking back to him was going to land her anywhere but in the hot seat with Zacky, she was sorely, sorely mistaken. "Can you repeat that for me again? Just a little louder this time around, please. With all the screaming around here... I think my hearing is starting to go," Zacky spoke, his tone switching and becoming almost childlike and jovial.

"But first!" Zacky exclaimed, reaching out and wrapping his fist into Hattie's hair. He turned her head toward him so she was forced to look at him. "Let me tell you what I think i heard and then you can go ahead and tell me if I'm wrong, sweetheart. How does that sound, hm?" He crossed his legs, shifting slightly until he was a bit more comfortable in his spot on the bed. "But even before that, I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do to you if I did hear what I think I heard..."

"I'm going to take you into the bathroom and I'm going to run you a nice, hot bath. Maybe if I'm feeling generous, I'll toss in some shampoo so it'll be all fun and bubbly. Like my personality," Zacky joked, cracking a wide grin. "Then I'm going to let you relax in there for awhile and then I'll start washing your body. Because, you know, you're pretty fuckin' dirty after everything we just did. And then! Then I'll give your little neck a massage before I shove your head under the water. I might or might not let you up because let me tell you something," Zacky paused, leaning closer to her. "My favourite part about bringing little whores like you out here is when I get to watch you fight for your life when we both know you won't make it out alive."

Zacky cleared his throat as he straightened up. "So," his eyes roamed over her features as he spoke. "So, I think I heard that you didn't want what I just offered you and that Sidney would have never done that if we hadn't made her. Then you said something about Sidney being like your sister and then you thought it was a great fucking idea to bring my sister into this," Zacky finished, waving his hand around the room. "Tell me, little Hattie. Did I hear right?"

---

Sidney shrank back against the tub when Matt barked at her, nodding her head rapidly. She wasn't trying to argue, that was the last damn thing she was trying to do at the moment. ALl she had meant by her offer was that Matt didn't have to worry about looking after her, that he could go do something that was probably far more enjoyable for him. "S-Sorry," she whispered, wincing as she leaned up on one leg and struggled to balance herself enough that she could tug her pants down her legs. Of course the action jarred her wound and forced it to reopen.

She braced herself against the cool material of the tub, gritting her teeth against the searing pain that shot through her wound as Matt poured the alcohol over it. She arched away from the tub, shrieking as tears started falling down her cheeks. She openly sobbed as she slumped against the tub, her head dropping as her body shook. There was no hiding how much pain she was in and she didn't even think there was a point in trying to, if she had been able to. Sidney nodded, taking the pill without a second thought. She didn't even question Matt on whether it was actually an antibiotic or not, in too much pain for her to even think straight.

Being dropped on the bed, Sidney kept her leg straight as she tried to curl up. She ended up in a rather awkward position, lifting her head when Matt spoke to her. Simply blinking at what Matt said, she didn't give any sort of reaction to his words. They were surely meant to degrade her but she was simply too exhausted to give into what Matt was probably wanting from her. "C-Can I... have s-something?" She whispered, a small frown forming on her lips. "To eat, I mean. It'll probably help me digest the medicine better and I don't.. I don't want to let the medicine go to waste," she spoke, her voice hoarse as she did. She could only hope that her reasoning would be enough for Matt to agree with her.

[Zack sounds like he's hosting a game show or something "But wait, there's more!" ]

Hattie wasn't really thinking when she spoke to Zacky. She was frustrated, tired, hungry. But she realized her mistake as soon as he growled, stiffening as he started speaking to her. She opened her mouth again to try and apologize but then she felt Zacky's hand in her hair and instead of speaking, she let out a mewl of pain. Her hand instantly went up to try and pry his fingers away, but it was no use. The jovial tone of Zacky's voice had the effect she was sure he intended; she was terrified, the fear growing in her chest with every word he said. She knew she'd pissed Zacky off, but had she really pissed him off enough for him to kill her?

"I'm sorry," Hattie whimpered. "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." That was the only thing Hattie could think to say, over and over. She knew Zacky knew what she'd said. He was toying with her, obviously enjoying seeing her fear. And she was utterly exhausted, tired of fighting. She didn't have the energy to lie to Zacky, not even a simple 'no'. Lying wasn't a good idea, anyway. It would only get her into more trouble than she already was. "I didn't mean to upset you, please, c-can I...can I take a shower? Or just wash my face? I...I don't want to get anything on your sheets."

Hattie wasn't sure if Zacky would actually let her clean herself. She was sure he liked seeing her like this. But at the same time, he didn't seem to like it when his sheets were dirty. So appealing to that logic seemed to be her best option. And letting Zacky watch her beg for even a shred of dignity wouldn't hurt things, either. "I-I'll be fast. And then I'll just go to sleep and stop bothering you, I promise." She wasn't asking for much, not really. She wasn't even asking for anything to eat, even though she was absolutely starving. Hattie knew asking Zacky for something like that when she'd just pissed him off wouldn't get her anything.

---

"Can you have something?" Matt repeated mockingly. He scoffed. He didn't really want to give Sidney anything to eat; lack of food made her weak and when she was weak, she was easier to control. But he supposed she had a point about the antibiotic. "Keep your ass on that bed. If you've moved one inch by the time I get back, you don't get shit. Understand?" After seeing Sidney nod her head, Matt headed downstairs to the kitchen. He grabbed some cold pizza for himself and tossed it into the microwave, next setting about to toss together a simple sandwich for Sidney. Just ham and bread, she didn't need anything fancy.

Once his pizza was done, Matt grabbed himself a water bottle from the fridge before grabbing both plates and heading back upstairs. "Here," he said, shoving the sandwich at Sidney. "Hurry up and eat. And don't get any Goddamn crumbs in my bed." Matt kicked back on the bed, reaching for his remote as he shoved one of the small slices of pizza into his mouth. He preferred to cook these damn things in the oven but with how late it was, he didn't feel like waiting. He just wanted to eat and go to bed. When he was finished, Matt turned off the television, knowing he wouldn't feel like watching anymore before he went to bed. He pushed to his feet, snatching Sidney's empty plate away.

"It's time for bed," he told her. "I'm going downstairs to throw the trash away. I'm feeling a little generous, so I'm going to let you go to the bathroom before I go to bed. But you've only got until I get back, so you'd better make it fast." Matt knew moving quickly would be difficult for Sidney because of the wound on her leg. He'd given her the antibiotic to prevent infections but he'd given her no sort of pain medication, although he was sure adrenaline had had some sort of effect. But each movement would be painful for her until the skin at least healed together and that was exactly what Matt wanted. It would be a constant reminder of what would happen to her when she pissed him off.

{that was the point i don't know why but I had to do it }

Zacky's face turned from the almost humoured, happy look to a look of pure shock when Hattie thought it was appropriate to start asking him for things. He couldn't help but laugh, tossing his head back as his laughter only seemed to take over his body. He settled down after a few moments, giving Hattie an incredulous look. He gave a shake of his head, huffing as he reached out to run a hand through her hair. Stopping near the bottom of her skull, Zacky gripped her hair and yanked her head back. He leaned up, looming over her with a sneer.

"Fine. You want to go freshen up? Then come on," Zacky said, heaving Hattie to her feet and dragging her into the bathroom. He did just as he said he would, filling the tub with warm, soapy water before he shoved Hattie inside. He didn't care if she triepped and hit her head or anything really because even if she did, that would only serve to further his little games. After Hattie was settled in the tub, Zacky lathered up a washcloth and set about washing Hattie off slowly.

"Now we have to start the next round of the game, Hattie," he said as he slowly began to massage her shoulders. "You better come up with a good Goddamned reason I shouldn't just leave you underwater by the time I decide to pull you up." Zacky didn't give Hattie time to consider what he has said before he shoved her beneath the water. Zacky held her beneath the water for nearly forty five seconds before he let her surface, a smirk settled on his features. "Well? What'd you come up with?"

---

Sidney gave the tiniest of nods when Matt told her not to move an inch. She stayed still, not even so much as daring to change the angle at which she held her arms. She was afraid that Matt was deadly serious about what he had said so he wasn't about to dare test her luck. When Matt returned with a sandwich for her, her eyes flicked briefly to his pizza before she sat up and leaned over the bed, all but shoving the sandwich in her mouth. She finished and sat there, staring down at the empty plate as she wished another sandwich would appear. Matt had given her two sandwiches since she had arrived here and that had been it - to say she was starving was an understatement.

Dragging her leg behind her, Sidney struggled to get into the bathroom without jumping around. She let out a sigh as she dropped onto the toilet, clambering back into the bedroom to get back to the bed before Matt entered the room again. She didn't want to be caught out of bed when Matt had given her a very specific time frame.

She had fallen asleep only a few moments after Matt turned the light off, her body and mind both completely exhausted. Jerking awake when she felt something warm and wet on her leg, Sidney felt a fear fill her that she hadn't been prepared for. At some point during her sleep, Sidney must have torn open the wound on her leg and it was bleeding. She leaned down, trying to apply enough pressure to stop it but she had no choice. Laying there for nearly an hour as she tried to sum up the courage to wake Matt, Sidney eventually settled on shaking him with her clean hand. The other was more or less covered with blood. "M-Matt.." her voice was barely a whisper, timid and afraid of Matt's reaction to her waking him. "I-I.. my leg. My leg is bleeding," she whispered, flinching as if she was already anticipating Matt lashing out at her. "I just need to get up so I can fix the bandage," Sidney croaked, praying Matt would simply let her so he could go back to sleep.

When Zacky started to laugh, it chilled Hattie all the way down to the bone. She knew now that it was a mistake to ask him for anything but it was too late to take it back now. She tried to move away from Zacky when he reached out to run his hand through her hair, whimpering when he yanked her head back. Barely thirty seconds ago she'd wanted nothing more than to clean herself up but now she'd changed her mind and she shook her head when Zacky asked her if she wanted to freshen up. But it was pointless because Zacky dragged her into the bathroom. She stumbled when he shoved her inside but she managed to catch herself on the sink.

Hattie stripped her clothes as Zacky filled up the tub, not at all prepared when she was practically tossed inside. She hit her head on the opposite wall as she fell, hard enough to make her vision go bright for a split second. She'd barely had time to get settled in the tub before Zacky was running a washcloth over her body, something she was simultaneously grateful for and disgusted by. Hattie froze when she felt Zacky's hands on her shoulders, remembering the words he'd said to her a few minutes ago. She barely even had a chance to register what he said next before she was being shoved underneath the water.

Hattie immediately began to struggle, but Zacky was too strong. She couldn't get her head back above water. This was it. He was going to kill her and there was nothing she could do about it. After about thirty seconds the lack of oxygen started to make her dizzy and Hattie's thrashing got weaker. When Zacky finally let her surface, Hattie was gasping, sputtering on water, trying to draw as much oxygen as possible into her burning lungs. "I...I don't...care," Hattie managed to stammer out. "If...you're going...to kill me...just...do it."

---

Matt didn't linger as he headed downstairs to throw the paper plates away. He knew Sidney would be moving slowly and he almost wanted a reason to...punish her before he went to bed. But by the time he made it back to the bedroom she'd somehow managed to use the bathroom and get back into bed. Matt stripped down to his boxers before he climbed into bed, reaching over to turn off the light before he laid down with his back to Sidney. He didn't bother to handcuff like he had before; she was too injured to outrun him, even if she could get out of bed without waking him up.

As per usual, Matt slept like a baby up until he felt Sidney shaking him awake. And to say he was angry at that point was an understatement. "Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?" he growled. He tossed back the covers and turned on the light, immediately gathering that Sidney had likely been bleeding for a while before she woke him. "Get your ass up," he said, grabbing her by the forearm and yanking her out of bed. He didn't give a damn about the pain she was probably in, he just didn't want any more blood on his sheets than he already had.

Matt dragged Sidney into the bathroom, shoving her down to sit on the closed toilet. He went back into his bedroom, grabbing the small rudimentary suture kit he'd put together several years ago. He liked to cut his girls, sometimes deep enough to need stitches and he couldn't very well take them to a hospital. So he did it himself. He carried his supplies back into the living room, tossing a washcloth in Sidney's direction before he started to heat the needle with a lighter. "Bite down on that, don't want to wake everybody else up," he ordered sharply. He threaded the needle with fishing line, ripping the bloody bandage from Sidney's leg before he started to suture the wound closed as best he could.

There was something beautiful about the transformation to Zacky. When a woman went from not quite broken, not quite ready to give up. In one moment, she still wanted to live and in the next, she was completely broken and all but begging for death. Knowing that he held that sort of power over someone, it drove him absolutely crazy. It made his chest swell with pride, made blood rush south. Made him want to see how much more he could push the woman; see what else he could get out of her. Eventually, he would break her down enough that she wanted to please him. That she wanted nothing more than to worship the ground he walked on for he was the only thing standing between her and death, really.

Zacky had known that Hattie would hit that point sooner rather than later but he hadn't been expecting it to hit quite as quickly as it did. He couldn't help the wide grin that broke out on his features when Hattie spoke, all but ready to accept her fate. He knew that she would likely welcome death at this point but he wanted to see if there was more fight left in her because he had a feeling that there was. There just had to be.

"You sure about that, princess?" Zacky growled, leaning over the edge of the tub. His grin only grew as he dipped his chin, his voice taking on a harder edge as he spoke. "'Cause you know what happens if I kill you..." he trailed off, running his hand down Hattie's torso. "Then Sidney's left all alone with the two of us. You know when Matt and I fucked you at the same time? That'll be her new reality every day. She'll never get rest... she'll be lucky if we let her wash up or sleep for a few hours... Think about that for, oh, I don't know. Thirty or so seconds?" Zacky growled, shoving Hattie back beneath the water. He held her there for a bit longer than he had stated he would, letting Hattie up when her struggling started to grow weaker.

---

Sidney whimpered, clamping her eyes shut as she shook her head wildly at Matt's bitter words. She had known he wouldn't be happy that she was waking him up in the middle of the night so that had been why she offered to take care of her leg on her own. "N-No. I'm sorry," Sidney answered, wincing as Matt dragged her out of the bed. She stumbled after him, trying her hardest to keep up with him despite having to drag her injured leg behind her. Putting any weight on it did nothing; it just made it seem like her leg had a heartbeat of its own.

Dropping down onto the toilet, Sidney shifted a bit before adding pressure to her wound while sitting in a bit more of a comfortable position. Her head dropped backward, her eyes slipping shut as Matt pulled out his suture kit. It wasn't until the washcloth hit her lap that Sidney looked up and the sight that she was met with drained all of the color from her features as her eyes widened. "Nonono," she started, shaking her head as Matt stepped forward.

Sidney let out a sob as it became clear that Matt wasn't going to listen to her. Biting down on the cloth, Sidney couldn't even stop the cry that fell from her lips. Luckily it was mostly muffled by the cloth. The wound wasn't too big; it wasn't more than a handful of stitches before Matt was done but byy the end of it, Sidney's head was swimming in pain. Her head dropped forward, her lips parting to drop the clothe in her lap. Her entire body shook, shock setting in as she let out a soft whine. "M-Matt..." Sidney trailed off, unable to formulate a proper sentence. Running her tongue over her bottom lip, Sidney looked up to Matt though it was clear she wasn't able to really focus on Matt's face. Her head swayed slightly, from side to side. "Please." Please, what she didn't know. She just wanted the pain to stop at this point. Permanent or not, Sidney needed it to stop.

At the current moment, Hattie didn't care if her answer was the one that Zacky wanted to hear or not. She wasn't even thinking of Sidney right now, she was just thinking of herself and the burning in her lungs. And a small part of her hoped that Zacky would just kill her, put her out of her misery. She was tired of the games. Shuddering as Zacky ran his hand down her torso, Hattie went still when Zacky mentioned Sidney. She knew he wasn't lying when he said that Sidney would be used by both Matt and Zacky if Hattie were gone and as much as Hattie was growing tired of fighting, she couldn't leave Sidney alone like that.

But once again, before Hattie had a chance to react, she was being shoved underneath the water. She struggled hard at first, blindly striking out at Zacky until her vision started to grow spotty. Her struggling grew weaker and just when she thought she was going to pass out, she felt the pressure on her shoulders vanish and she resurfaced. Hattie clung onto the side of the tub, drawing in deep breaths until she no longer felt dizzy. She still wanted Zacky to just go ahead and kill her, but she couldn't leave Sidney alone with these two monsters.

"I'm...sorry," Hattie sputtered out. She couldn't think of what else Zacky could possibly want her to say. That was usually what he wanted to hear and the lack of oxygen was making her brain hazy, so she couldn't exactly think of anything else to say. At least not anything else that wouldn't get her into more trouble. "I...I'm tired. I just want to go to bed. Please. I'm sorry. Can I...Can I get out of the tub?"

---

It took absolutely every ounce of willpower Matt possessed not to lash out at Sidney when she started to cry around the rag. She'd done this to herself by pissing him off and he didn't feel sorry for her. When he was finished with the sutures, he poured a little more rubbing alcohol over the wound before slapping on another bandage. He didn't want to risk any more blood on his sheets. He turned his back to her as he put away his supplies, rolling his eyes when he heard Sidney saying his name. He was tired, he didn't want to hear any more of her whining.

"Please what, you stupid whore?" Matt asked. Rolling his eyes again, he reached down to pull Sidney to her feet by her bicep. He dragged her unceremoniously into his bedroom, tossing her down on the bed. "Stay," he ordered before leaving the bedroom. He went downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing a small glass and a half-empty bottle of whiskey from his and Zacky's shared liquor cabinet. He wasn't doing this to make Sidney feel better, he was doing this to make things easier for himself so he could go back to sleep.

Once he was back in the bedroom, Matt poured a little of the whiskey into the glass and shoved it at Sidney. "Drink," he said. When she hesitated, Matt took the glass back, gripping her chin before tipping the whiskey into her mouth. "I said, fucking drink," he growled. "You want the pain to stop, don't you? This'll help. And well, if you don't drink, you can just fucking deal with the pain. But you're going to drink because I fucking told you to." Pouring more whiskey, Matt passed the glass back to Sidney. "Go on, fucking drink it. And make it fucking quick."

Just as he had thought that it would, Hattie seemed far more pliable once Zacky had pointed out the fate that would befall her little friend if he ended up killing her. He smirked, looking down at Hattie as she resurfaced for a second time. "Sorry? Is that really all you have to say to me, slut?" Zacky grabbed, reaching forward before Hattie even started to ask if she could go to bed. He wrapped his fist in her hair and dragged her from the tub, shoving her toward the bed. He kept on top of her, never quite letting her stumble enough to fall before he'd grip her hair long enough to pull her back up and shove her back toward the bed. He repeated this process until she fell back against the bed.

Standing above her, Zacky glared down at her. He sneered, leaning forward as he gripped her chin in his hand. "Get some fuckin' sleep, you stupid little whore," he growled, tightening his grip on her chin for a moment before he shoved her down completely on the bed. "You're going to need it," Zacky hissed before turning, storming toward the bedroom door with what seemed to be a permanent scowl on his face now.

He paused by the door, glancing back toward Hattie with a sinister look. "You even think about stepping out of this room, I'll gut you like the piece of meat you are," Zacky said, twisting around and leaving the room to head downstairs. Settling down on the couch in the living room with a beer in hand, Zacky let out a small sigh. As annoyed as he was over how Hattie had been acting, it was a bit of a minor relief to have a few moments to himself. He was left wondering whether Hattie would get any actual sleep or whether she would be too afraid to.

---

Sidney flinched when Matt's attention was turned back toward her, curling her shoulders in on herself to try and protect herself from whatever Matt's wrath tossed her way. Her stomach twisted into a knot as she fell silent. She was fine, she would.be fine. The pain in her leg was on her, if she hadn't pissed Matt off maybe this wouldn't be a thing. But in the back of her mind, Sidney knew damn well it would be. Maybe not in the same exact manner but still, Matt would find a reason to be pissed off at her. He always seemed to.

Wincing as she stumbled after Matt back into the bedroom, Sidney was relieved when she was tossed back onto the bed. She didn't think that she would be able to get back to sleep any time soon but at least she wasn't bleeding any more. That had to be something, right? The pain was almost a blessing in disguise because it was the only thing that she could think of at the moment, she wasn't thinking about her predicament or what Matt was doing downstairs or anything else.

Matt returning with the alcohol, Sidney looked up to him with a small frown. She pushed herself up against the headboard, trying to hide her hesitation when she reached out to take the glass from him. Her face scrunched in disgust as her stomach churned. Sidney had never been a strong alcohol fan so straight whiskey was hard for her to even try to stomach. Spluttering as Matt poured the liquid into her mouth, Sidney wiped her mouth off on the back of her head. "S-Sorry," Sidney whispered, hanging her head.

Taking the glass from Matt again, Sidney hesitated for a moment before she seemed to realize it wasn't a good idea to argue with Matt. He would win, he always would. Sidney wasn't the one in control here. Tossing back the liquid as quickly as she could, Sidney knew it would take no time at all for it to start affecting her. She was on a more or less empty stomach. She looked up to Matt slowly, offering the empty glass out to him. She was torn, did she want more or did she not? She wasn't about to ask Matt because that just seemed like a bad idea waiting to happen even in her daze.

Hattie hadn't been expecting Zacky to agree to let her go to bed right away. She expected him to torture her a little more, toy with her. So when he was yanking her out of the tub before she'd even finished speaking the words, she was surprised. She whined as she was shoved towards the bed, stumbling as Zacky pushed her but never enough to fall thanks to the hand he had anchored tightly in her hair. Hattie immediately tried to shrink back when she fell onto the bed. As Zacky spoke to her the realization dawned on Hattie that he was going to leave her alone. She was surprised but she wasn't going to complain. She was exhausted.

When Zacky stopped in the doorway, Hattie froze. Maybe he changed his mind, maybe he'd just been pretending to leave to mess with her. The sinister smile Zacky tossed her way only furthered that line of thought and Hattie only partially relaxed when he finally left the room. She listened for the sound of his footsteps going down the stairs, waiting a few minutes before she crept into the bathroom to grab her clothes. She wasn't thinking about the possible repercussions as she got dressed, she just wanted to put her clothes back on. She hated sleeping naked, this was no exception.

Crawling into bed, Hattie curled into the fetal position, tucking the covers underneath her chin. She was tired but she couldn't quite will herself to relax. She was still stiff even as she finally drifted off into an uneasy sleep. She wasn't sure what time Zacky would come back or if he would let her sleep all night, but Hattie wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to get a little rest.

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Sidney hesitated when Matt handed her the second shot glass and he smirked when she finally tipped it back. He knew she probably wasn't much for strong liquor and that combined with her practically empty stomach would have her drunk in no time. That, of course, was Matt's plan. A way to toy with Sidney and make her suffer. When Sidney offered the empty shot glass to him, Matt smirked. He knew she was only handing the glass back to him but he was going to take it as her way of silently asking for more. He poured more whiskey and handed her back the glass, motioning for her to take it.

Matt wondered how much it would take to get Sidney drunk. He wouldn't do anything with the information tonight other than mess with her, but he would use it later. She was only three shots in and her face was flushed; a couple more and she wouldn't even be able to stand. Matt enjoyed control more than anything else and this was just another way he could control Sidney. Matt poured a fourth shot and shoved the shot at Sidney, this time frowning when she hesitated. "Go on, fucking drink," he ordered. "You're going to drink until I tell you to stop. Or until you puke, whichever comes first."

In all likelihood, Sidney would throw up before Matt stopped forcing her to drink. It was fun. And the drunker she was, the more silently she would sleep and the better Matt would sleep. Matt could tell when Sidney was going to throw up and he wasn't exactly surprised. By now he'd forced six shots down her throat and she was holding a seventh by her hand. He was more surprised that she'd made it this far. "Hurry up and drink the fucking shot, I'm ready to go to bed," Matt grumbled. "And I'm telling you now, if you throw up in my fucking bed, there will be hell to pay."

Zacky had only had three beers before he decided that he had had enough time to himself, time away from the girl he had trapped upstairs. With a heavy sigh, Zacky pushed himself off of the couch and dropped his beer bottle onto the coffee table. He would worry about cleaning them up in the morning. Starting upstairs, Zacky already had it in mind that he was simply going to get changed and head to bed. He wasn't even going to acknowledge Hattie or say anything to her but then he opened the bedroom door and was met with a sight that wasn't all that pleasing to him.

His eyes narrowed as a scowl formed on his lips. Last that he had remembered, Hattie had been naked. And he really wasn't that drunk, he was only three beers in and a man like him, he could hold down his liquor better than most. Zacky bit back a growl, an idea dawning on him that he simply could not back away from. Tiptoeing forward, Zacky removed his pants as quietly as possible. He moved to the edge of the bed and began to remove Hattie's pants as well, though he left her panties in place.

Zacky smirked as he hovered above Hattie, lining himself up with Hattie's hole. If Hattie thought she could get away with something like putting on clothes iwthout his permission, she had a whole other thing coming. Inhaling, Zacky leaned forward before he slammed into Hattie. He groaned into her ear, settling into a hard and fast rhythm with no warning at all.

Sidney's breathe hitched a bit more with each shot of whiskey that she took. She knew that if she refused to, or even tried to say no, Matt would be angry but she knew she was quickly approaching a place where she wouldn't be able to turn back. She would be pliant and vulnerable and there wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop herself from heading down that path. With Matt in charge, she had no say whatsoever. Swallowing the fourth shot, Sidney blinked away the tears that welled in her eyes.

She had begun to sway back and forth as she sat, waiting for each shot as they came. Sidney knew there would be no end to the shots that Matt gave her, despite what he had said. She knew where it was headed and the more she drank, the less she cared. Right up until she downed the seventh shot because right then and there, Sidney felt a wave of nausea wash over her. "Oh no," Sidney uttered, moving to her feet far too quickly for her state.

Sidney's knees buckled and she fell, just as soon as she had been standing. Her eyes clamped shut as she threw up all over herself and the side of Matt's bed, her fingers grasping the blanket. Her head fell forward as she finished, her lips parted as she panted. Sidney was battling back another wave of nausea, her stomach churning as she groaned. The room was spinning, it didn't help her case and in the moment, she didn't even give a shit that she had just thrown up on Matt's bed, like he had told her not to.

"I gotta.. I gotta... wash up," Sidney muttered, more to herself than anything as she attempted to stand back up.