They drag me across the floor to a stack of moving boxes – the ones labelled BEDROOM, ironically – and bend me over them. The cardboard creaks under my weight, threatens to collapse, but no one cares.
“Found something.” Marcus holds up a black permanent marker he dug out of one of my boxes. “Let’s give her a proper housewarming gift.”
“Ooh.” Dominic doesn’t stop f*****g me. “Do it.”
I feel the cold tip of the marker touch my lower back. Start to move.
“What are you – ”
“Shh.” Cole appears beside my head, pets my hair like I’m a good dog. “Just relax. We’re welcoming you to the neighbourhood.”
The marker traces letters across my skin. I can’t see what – can only feel each stroke while Dominic keeps pounding me, while my p***y clenches around him, while I moan and shake and take whatev
