Chapter 1

Echo Weiss caught glimpses of the infernal red glow of the recording signal of a video camera in the basement. It stared at her without sympathy, and she returned the look with something close to hatred. She’d never hated before, though. Not really, not even when her brother broke her dolls when she was much younger. Maybe she’d used the word at the time, but she hadn’t meant it as she did now.

This had to be hatred, but like the glimpses of the camera’s eye, it came and went, for she was distracted at times. In this basement, she wasn’t alone. Two men spoke to each other about her. It sounded like they were speaking Spanish. She knew some Spanish, but hardly enough to understand what was being said. One seemed to be bullying the other with words of encouragement as he positioned himself behind her.

The drugs were wearing off. She could feel more now, hear better now, and do more than just writhe on the thin mattress on the floor. Her headache was one of epic proportions, but given the circumstances and newfound adrenaline coursing through her body, she hardly felt it. The one behind her stepped closer and kneeled. When he did, she whipped her head back and glared at him wordlessly. This ... seemed to make him happy, and she felt her heart sink. Either of the men smiling was a bad thing. They looked like wealthy criminals, one more than the other. Tanned, darker complexions, intelligent eyes, but cold. There was no love for anything in them, just this selfish glimmer she couldn’t wrap her head around.

She was naked as the day she was born, and she hated that, too. They leered at her and she couldn’t cover herself because her hands were tied behind her back. She couldn’t even feel her fingers, the binds were so tight. In thinking about this, a wave of anxiety hit her with tidal force, and she began to thrash. As she kicked out with her legs, she felt a bad ache low inside her belly, and remembered, vaguely, something awful. She remembered it through the fog of the drugs leaving her system, and as if on cue, a tiny rivulet of blood and semen trickled from between the enflamed and bruised petals between her thighs.

Jason looked on from a dark corner in the basement. His seated position hid him well enough from casual inspection as he glanced down at the two tablets showing him surveillance footage of the exterior of the building along with the entry points. Occasionally he would glance up to check the action to see how they were progressing. A third tablet showed the money making content being captured in 4k high definition.

He shook his head at the Spaniards as they were conversing. Another delay to what has already been a long night. The operation had run into some issues, but nothing major that would have caused them to abort thanks to his planning and quick thinking. He had to admit the target they picked was a looker. Almost a shame really. Another mental shrug and he was back to business. The Europeans paid well for his services and he would deliver. He always delivered. A flash of movement from the camera view caught his eye as he saw some fight return to the dark haired beauty as her legs kicked out. The camera was angled just so as to capture the length of her body while also giving the viewer a picture of her recently violated vagina and the aftermath of cum and blood. The viewers always wanted more details, but since Julius was supposed to bring the AV gear, he was stuck using his backup camera and only able to offer up a single wide view. His fist clenched for a moment at the thought of Julius’ absence before his professionalism returned.

Echo wanted to believe that they were done with her, by this point. They’d taken so much from her already, and beyond feeling wholly violated, she felt immense displacement. This wasn’t supposed to happen to her, a nineteen year-old from a good, modest family. This wasn’t supposed to happen to anybody, in fact. But it did.

Silky, chestnut waves were a disheveled mess across her face. Her lip was split, jaw bruised a deep red, and the honey in her irises seemed to have spoiled at the darker coronas around them. Her back ached, especially at the shoulder-blades. They screamed at her almost as loudly as her own fear did when she saw a length of twine brought out from the tallest one’s pocket. With a playful grin, he looked over toward the unseen man in the shadows, indicating something about the next piece of footage, and she started crying. “No more,” she mewled, nearly choking on the words.

The other man, a man she’d heard referred to as ‘Ilhan’, took a handful of her hair, and dragged her between her crouched legs to hold her there, facing forward. She didn’t know how many times it was now, but the tall one took down his pants again, and prompted her to pleasure him with her mouth, the twine coiled around his hand. She kept staring at it, afraid, and quite resentful of his exposed manhood. So he pushed her. His partner assisted, forcing her jaws to open by pinching painfully on pressure points on either side to allow the other to force himself into her mouth.

He made a mistake, though. He didn’t keep the pressure on those points at the hinges of her jaw. So she bit. Hard, and loosed an angry little growl.

What happened next was a blur. She felt hands, rough hands, pushing her to lay back down on the floor. She heard a man’s roar, an onslaught of profanities from both of them, and then something was biting into her neck from all sides. She screamed once, but couldn’t find her breath on the next inhale as she twine bit deeper into her throat.

Jason abruptly glanced up from his tablets to watch the action unfold live in front of him. Normally he wasn’t in the same room handling surveillance and therefore accustomed to only the views on the display screens. The whole experience was usually one step removed from reality. But now, because he had to cover two jobs, he was in the thick of it. Static outdoor images were forgotten as he watched the pair begin the final scene.

To continue the evening’s theme, unexpected variables continued to pop up as the incompetent man lost his hold on the girl’s jaw and she proceeded to show her displeasure at the cock so rudely shoved into her face. Shouts of pain and anger were caught on video as the men reacted to the defiant girl’s actions. It seemed the fun and games were over and now it was back to business as Ilhan did the honors and began to strangle the chestnut haired teen with a length of twine amidst her lone scream. Jason shook his head and looked back down at the tablets while trying to shrug off this sudden sense of unease.

He kept glancing back to her face in morbid fascination as it went from red to purple. He chastised himself for losing focus and made an effort to ensure security was tight and the footage was being properly captured.

Echo kicked and thrashed, bucking like she was possessed by something inhuman in its desperation. She felt blood rise to the back of her throat, then bubble to her tongue as something in her throat made a sickening ‘crunch’. Pain flared through her, both physical and emotional as she fought for her life, fought to keep it her own, and continued to feel it slipping away.

Had she had more wits about her, she might have felt a shocking amount of humiliation at the puddle of urine growing beneath herself, but she was far, far removed from any thoughts of humility. She just didn’t want to die. She wanted to see her brother and father again and tell them that she loved them and how sorry she was for being such a space-case sometimes. Bloodshot eyes watered at the thought, and slender legs began to jerk with less abandon, more like an afterthought. The burning in her lungs expanded to a full on forest fire throughout her body, until she wasn’t fighting anymore at all.