Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

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Continuation Of Flashback:

”You’re not leaving this place alive if you don’t listen to us,” Oliver said as his father sat on the couch, a wine glass in his hand.

They considered this entertainment. Wine glasses were everywhere.

Cigarettes, cigars, everything they were going to enjoy while they watched me strip, stripping me of my dignity.

”Right now, your best option is to strip. Not only will you get out of here alive, but you’ll also get your brother the money to pay his bill. It’s really just in your hands,” Oliver continued before his father gestured for him to sit down.

My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I felt like I was having a heart attack.

This was the first time an older man like Gavin had looked at me this way.

I mean, I had never wanted attention, especially not attention toward my body, and being fat had kind of prevented that.

It was only Oliver who used to make nasty remarks about my body, sexualizing it.

Other than that, people would just body-shame me.

But I was more upset about the man in front of me.

I had known Mr. Gavin for a very long time, since I was just a child.

He had watched me grow up.

So for him to sit there, holding a wine glass and demanding that I strip, made me feel all sorts of disgust.

”You’re like my father,” I said, the words barely audible.

He grunted curiously.

”Do not call me your father. I am not from the filthy bloodline that gave birth to you or your brother, you filth!”

Mr. Gavin closed his eyes and shook his head.

”If you don’t want me to get up, kill you right here, and leave your brother with no one to show him mercy, then do it. Hasn’t your brother done a lot for you?” he reminded me.

My eyes moved to the clock, and my heart started beating even faster in my chest.

Although my brother had always told me to defend myself, to fight for myself, I had never actually done any of it.

So I was so fucking scared, more scared than I had ever been.

With my brother’s life in their hands, I decided to go through with it.

It was true. My brother had done so much for me.

I couldn’t save myself only to watch my brother die.

The whole world had betrayed him, and I couldn’t betray him too.

So, with one deep breath, I put the phone down and closed my eyes.

”Come on, don’t act like it’s the worst thing in the world. You should feel blessed that there are people willing to look at your body,” Gavin uttered, chuckling with his son as Oliver sat down and instantly grabbed a glass of wine.

”You know, I’ve tried to make her strip, but she always fought back. She used her pathetic little brother to defend her,” Oliver stated as they got ready to watch the show.

The show of my dignity being stripped away.

”Really? This pathetic loser? You couldn’t make her strip? Watch and learn, son. I’ll teach you a lot of things today.”

As he said that, my body trembled.

What else did he have planned?

By then, I had taken off my sweater. Now, I was slowly taking off my shirt.

Their eyes lingered on me, and I already felt incredibly insecure.

So now imagine two men you hate more than anyone watching you get naked.

With fear already instilled in me, I took off my shirt and let it slip from my fingers.

Then I drew both hands behind my back and unhooked my bra, all the while shaking from the cold.

Once my bra came loose, I took a second to steady myself.

Now I had to really do it. Because they were watching, and I was going to get paid for it.

Mr. Gavin and Oliver took sips from their drinks, their eyes widening the moment I pulled off my bra.

My breasts bounced free, and even I felt shy when it happened.

The loud gulp from Mr. Gavin made my cheeks burn.

Then I slowly lowered my hands and took off my pants.

My hands started to shake again as I thought about taking off my panties.

But the money was important, so I took them off.

The moment I did, leaving me completely naked, I heard Oliver chuckle.

”Look at her. She’s so fat.”

Oliver’s comment made me immediately cover my breasts with my hands.

”No, don’t cover them,” Mr. Gavin demanded, stretching out his hand and pointing at mine, signaling for me to lower them.

”I can help with that,” Oliver stated, suddenly getting up and running in my direction.

He pushed me onto the couch and came onto of me.

I heard his father grunt while Oliver tried to pin my hands above my head.

I started to bite as hard as I could, kicking him wherever I could reach.

”You can’t even control one fat pig,” Mr. Gavin complained to his son, who was still struggling with me.

The moment I kicked Oliver in the knee, he nearly rolled over and fell off the couch.

I got up, bent down to grab my shirt, but Oliver had landed on top of it.

He grabbed hold of it and started pulling me toward him while I pulled back, clutching the shirt in my hand.

I didn’t even realize Mr. Gavin had slipped behind me until he wrapped his arms around my naked body and started dry humping against me from behind.

He did it repeatedly while his son held my hands and pulled me forward, forcing me to bend down to his level.

Mr. Gavin was still fully clothed, thankfully. He was only pretending, but that didn’t mean it left me any less traumatized.

”What the fuck are you two doing?”

Thankfully, a woman’s voice cut in, and both father and son immediately stepped away from me.

”Oh my God! What is going on here?” Gigi’s mother yelled as her eyes landed on my naked body.