Tears fall. Her pillow slowly soaking as the stream continues. Her moans muffled by the pillow. Her hands tied together behind her back. Her only thought- "why me?"

Their sleep was disturbed by shattered glass, the bedroom door kicked in. Three men, equipped with guns and masks, covered from head to toe in all black. The guns all aimed at her partner. Words were exchanged but her mind was too shocked to comprehend what was going on. They pulled him from the bed, his face met with a boot. "You give us the money or we take everything from you.", a deep voice cuts through the noise, the man who had just kicked her partner. Her eyes lock onto his and her stomach drops. He whispers to the other men and they take her partner, his screams trailing off as they close the door. "I would never do this kind of stuff in front of a woman, your man, he owes us a lot of money. Now, he's about to make a choice, losing all of his assets or losing you.", his voice is calm, as if he's done this a thousand times, "unfortunately, you don't get a choice in this. Usually we'd cut the both of you up and sell your organs. But you caught my eye. So behave yourself and I'll let you go. Who knows, you might even enjoy yourself." Her eyes stay locked onto his, her brain wracking all of the power it can to comprehend what's going on, "Are you going to kill me?" She stutters and tears begin to form in her eyes, her hands shaking as she clutches the sheets and pulls them up to cover herself. "Don't make me repeat myself" ,his voice cold and stern, "behave yourself and I'll let you go." He takes his hands off the gun, the sling holding it in place. His hands unzip the jacket, revealing a bulletproof vest. They both come off and hit the floor with a thud. Her eyes struggle to stay focused on one thing. Wandering from his dark brown eyes to the gun around his body. From the gun to the tattoo trailing from his wrist up to his chest. From the tattoo back to the gun and then past the gun to his defined abs, only for a brief moment before she recalls what's going on. "What do you want from me." She asks, curiosity peaking from her voice with an overwhelming amount of caution in her eyes. "I want you.", his hands reaching for his mask, revealing a grin. His chiseled jaw and almost flawless skin, the only fault being a scar below his eye reaching towards his ear. "Now, come here before I force you to." His grin disappears and his face is null of all emotions. His eyes look down at her, patiently waiting. Her body moves out of instinct, as if death awaited her if she didn't obey. The sheets left behind her, her body crawling along the bed until she's at the edge. Her legs, hovering off the floor as she awaits for the next command. "Knees on the floor." His stern voice causing her heart to beat faster with each second. Her knees clash against the wood floor and she looks up. "I'm sure you know what to do next." His grin slowly growing as she unzips his pants, and pulls out his manhood. Her hands wrap around the base and her eyes fixate on it before looking up. Their eyes lock and his hand grips on the gun, aiming it towards her head, "use your teeth and you won't see tomorrow."

She looks at him once more before accepting her fate. Tongue out and teasing the tip, licking the precum and twirling it. Kissing along the underside before taking it into her mouth, as much as she can but it isn't enough to reach the base. Her tongue teasing, saliva dripping as she bobs her head. She takes it as deep as she can, short of it all, slowly pulling back, her lips enclosing his shaft. His hand pulling her head up slightly as they lock eyes, his grunts contained by his clenched teeth, Her tongue continues to tease, her head working along his length faster as his grunts fill the cold room. "Fuck." A simple word, accepting defeat as he becomes undone. His hands holding her hair tighter. Pulling her in as close as he can, her nose pressed against his body. Her hands tap against his thigh but no response, she's just a toy for him. He pulls out and guides her head along his cock, thrusting in as she continues to take it. Her saliva dripping onto the floor, not a second wasted for her to recover as he brings her back in again, her body jolting in response. Her throat gagging as she takes it deep, her hands slapping against his thigh once more. His voice mumbling "fuck" repeatedly under his breath, pulling her away to breath as her saliva drips down her face. "Again" his voice causing her body to respond before her mind. Her mouth open as he thrusts in, pulling her head closer, his knees buckle as he grows nearer to finishing, her nails digging into his thigh as his cock blocks up her throat, his eyes lock with hers as she gags once more. Then again. His knees give out momentarily making him unsteady as he pulls out. Cum leaking down the side of her mouth as she stares down the barrel of his gun.