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He's in charge

... cut me. John pulled me to my feet using my hair. I looked over at Dustin, who was holding onto his stomach with his tied hands. Our eyes met, and I read his mind so easily. He was apologizing for the mess we were in. Finally, he promised me that nothing would happen to me. John watched us carefully. When he saw me nod he said, "You care about her a lot, don't you, Dustin?" Dustin's eyes flamed with anger as he looked at John. I could tell that he felt defenseless, and John played off of that. "This is gonna be fun. Ain't it, Dusty?" He was mocking my voice. Nobody else called Dustin that except me. John shoved Dustin in the middle of the back, nearly making him stumble as he said, "Move it." I followed behind Dustin. "If either of you screw this up for me, Brianne gets a bullet to the head." It was hard to see because it was still kinda dark. I ended up tripping on a tree branch. I stumbled but didn't fall. "Clumsy bitch," John laughed. I heard Dustin's breathing grow louder, a sign that he was getting angry. I was waiting for him to turn into the hulk and break all of the ties around his wrists and the ropes tied like shackles around his legs. We made it down to the cemetery where John wanted us. He forced me onto my knees using the gun. "Okay little bitch. You will do as I say." I closed my eyes and kept my head down. I waited for him to give the commands as a million different images appeared in my head. He was probably going to have me do dirty things to him in front of ...

... Dustin. We both knew how much that would kill him. "Pull down Dustin's pants." My eyes shot open, and my head flew up to see his face. Was he serious? "You're a good little whore. Your mouth's already open." I closed my mouth and reached my hand up to cover it. He inched the gun closer to my head while he slowly whispered, "You will do as I say." His hand connected with my cheek causing a loud crack to be heard. I slowly turned toward Dustin, not knowing what else to do. He starred down at me focusing on my blistering red cheek. "Now!" "I'm sorry," I whispered to Dustin. "Don't apologize. Just get his God damn pants off." Dustin closed his eyes as if hoping that this was just a realistic nightmare. His teeth were tightly clenched shut. I pulled his pants down to his knees. John was fast on giving directions. "Get his boxers down too." My hands shook uncontrollably as I pulled his boxers down. I did not look at what was in his boxers. I just sat back and closed my eyes. John was beside me in seconds, smacking my cheek again. He grabbed a chunk of my hair and forced my head up. "Look at it. I want you to look at that big dick. I know you want it. I see the way you look at him." Dustin was completely still. You would have thought he was a tombstone. "Get to work. Dustin, I want you to watch her." I sat forward and got up enough courage to look up at Dustin. I saw his bright, no longer cheerful, blue eyes in the moonlight. My life flashed before my eyes for about the third time as ...