Chapter 9

DIAMOND POV
 
What do you do when you are one against three or against the damn world? Beat them, or join them?
 
In my case, I can never beat them or join them, but I can break. They want me to break, and I will fucking prove to them that I’m not that easy to break, even though my strength is totally worn out.
 
His cock fastens like water rippling through an empty tank, and the sounds are louder. My mouth is being fucked, my thighs are getting clenched, and my pants are wet for no damn reason.
 
I pull his cock from my mouth and groan, stroking the hem of his cock faster as if he were a sex addict.
 
“Fuck, I’ve never had a good mouth fuck like this. You are not only a pretender, but a pretender with a fucking good mouth for cocks.” He slaps my mouth slightly and pushes the cock back in just when I’m about to curse at him.
 
He is purposely doing it. It’s a way to say I should use my mouth instead of speaking too much.
 
He thrust in and out of my throat as if he were fucking a cunt, and as he did that, Sebastian’s cock got harder, and I feared that this time it would truly rip out of his pants.
 
“Shit, damn it!” Weaver increases the pace inside my mouth, and it feels as though my throat is about to rip out. It hurts; it fucking hurts, but he is getting so much pleasure from this.
 
“Fucking pull out; I need to feel her tight mouth around my cock.” Harper jumps from the seat and loosens his belt. Sebastian still holds me in position, holding me so I can get my mouth fucked by his fucking friends.
 
When he let out his cock from his pants, I gasped as fear gripped me. Fucking big, and he’s already so hard, probably from seeing Weaver fuck my mouth.
 
Weaver pulls out his cock and steps away. Harper comes forward, holding my face in his hand, as if Sebastian's keeping me hostage wasn’t enough.
 
My face is no longer pinned to the desk but in his fucking hand as he pushes his cock into my mouth.
 
“Ah sh*t! Fuck! Where has this mouth been all this time?" He growled and pulled out immediately, as if he hadn’t expected the immediate pleasure of dipping into my mouth.
 
He holds my face steady in position again and pushes his cock back into my mouth. He doesn’t pull out this time but growls, moves his hips so fast, and thrusts more than Weaver.
 
I feared that my throat was truly going to burst open and that my cheeks would sting harder and hotter. They fucking hurt as he slams at the inner corner of my jaw.
 
I don’t need anyone to tell me that Harper is a pro-fuck because he is proving that himself the way he has positioned his cock in my mouth and holds my face so tight as if he is the owner of my face as well.
 
He looks like a bloody fuck even before he fills my mouth up with his cock. He is the one with the tiniest eyes, but he is fucking luring like the devil. The devil is the most sinful, but fucking luring and deceptive.
 
Sebastian is the king of the devil clan. He has all the beauty, from his hair to his face to his eyes, and even to his tiny red rim.
 
I fucking cough; I can’t hold the pressure of his cock in my mouth anymore. I choke the harder he hits the back of my throat with the sharp edge of his dick.
 
He flicks his eyes open and pulls out. His cock pointed at my face as tears trickled down my cheek.
 
"We are just getting started, little mouse. We want to show you what we can do if you dare ask us too many questions and act stubborn.” Sebastian finally let go of my hands, and I fell back on the desk next to me.
 
My hands stopped working for a few minutes because I could no longer feel them. He’s held me down for so long that blood no longer flows to that region.
 
“Oh, little mouse.” He squats in front of me and yanks my cheek. He holds it tightly as he gives me his devilish eyes, holding my gaze strongly.
 
“From now on, you will do as we say. You will follow our commands, and if you disobey, you will have yourself blamed and punished for it.” He let go of my cheek and got on his feet. I stare at him with pain in my eyes, but he doesn’t look back at me as he turns away, walking out of the empty classroom.
 
I remain on the seat, catching my breath, as my throat hurts like hell. I don’t know how hell burns, but I’m damn sure my throat is burning twice as much as hell.
 
I breathe calmly. My hands were coming back to life, but not my throat. I take out the water bottle from my backpack and gulp it down slowly.
 
I think about their words and how Jane spilled the secret I only shared with her. Why will she do this to me? Does she even have a human conscience at all?
 
I shut my eyes, calming my beating heart, until I hear the bell ring. I can barely use my legs because the bones in my legs were filled with shock, so I’m currently numb.
 
I push myself off the seat as I throw my backpack on my shoulder and use the door outside the class.
 
I’m walking to the parking lot when my phone begins to ring. The number isn’t saved on my phone, but that doesn’t stop me from knowing who the caller is.
 
I don’t save numbers I have automatically memorized. It’s the cop who’s been investigating my father’s death.
 
“Miss Diamond?” He sounds calm on the phone; well, he has always been this calm. Everyone has been so calm since he died, so I have been getting used to the coldness lately.
 
“Any news?” I aim for the purpose of this call; I wasn’t going to exchange any gestures with anyone, not even at this point in my life anymore.
 
“Yes, but diminutive. We figured out the animal had fangs, so it mustn’t be a mountain lion.” My breathing picks up as I clutch my hand harder on the phone.
 
“Then what is it?” I blurts.
 
“We are not sure yet, Miss Diamond. The investigation is still on, but I just needed to keep you posted on the progress.” He says so, and I hang up the call on him when he isn't even done speaking.
 
Maybe I should stop taking calls from them, and then I will be able to move on from this fucking nightmare that I’m alone now and some fucking devils are going to make my life hell for the remaining days of my life.