The Only One I Need Is You

~so much skipping around, but two months later~
Adam and I were hanging out and talking. I guess I should explain who Adam is. He was my best friend, aside from Jason. We had met at school and immediately fell into the trance of talking about something. We had so much in common. We liked the same bands and books. He was gay and had a crush on my other best friend: Jason. That makes two of us.
Last week, Jason and his girlfriend Lisa got into a fight and broke up. Jason has been a lot more clingy since the incident. At least it gave me an excuse to be with him more often.
Anyways, it was October and I was going to have a small Halloween get together at my house.
"We need to get more punch!" I said frantically, trying to talk my dad into driving me to the store.
"I'm really sorry, but I need to go over to Mike's house so we can write more lyrics for the album. They need to be written and recorded by January. Besides, it's just you and a couple friends. We don't need that much. You sure you'll be fine? I'm gonna be gone until tomorrow."
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I've got candy for the trick or treaters, everything for the party is set up, and the alcohol is locked up."
"Okay... I love you. See you tomorrow," he said, kissing my forehead and leaving.
I looked at the time. Seven o'clock. The party didn't start for another hour and a half, so I had some time to kill. I sat down on the couch and flipped the TV on, looking through Netflix to find a horror film to watch later.
The doorbell rang and I grabbed the candy bowl and went to the door, assuming it'd be trick or treaters. When I opened the door, I immediately felt a hand over my mouth. A couple of guys came in and shut the door behind them. One of the two pulled out a knife and the other one who had a hand over my mouth looked at me and said, "I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth. If you scream, he will cut you," and just to show they meant business, the guy with the knife cut a deep gash into my forearm, making me scream into the hand and start crying.
The guy brought me upstairs into the spare room and threw me on the bed, making me wince when I landed on my open wound. The man walked up and took out a knife of his own and cut my shirt apart, leaving me wearing a torn up shirt and a bra. I was so scared.
He took off my jeans and looked at me with lust. He took off all of his clothes and then finished getting me naked. He checked to make sure that the doors and windows were locked before laying down on me and me trying to squirm away.
He went in and out and in and out as fast and as hard as he could and I couldn't help but cry as he molested me.
It was at least half an hour before that was done, then sat on me and started speaking to me in a low, gravelly voice. "Now listen here, you little slut. If you don't suck the whole thing, I'll cut your nipples off. If you suck it, then I'll eat you out."
I was confused until he lay down with his ass in my face and he started shoving his dick(which was probably at least ten inches) into my mouth. I would probably choke, but I was too scared to care. I didn't know what "eating out" was, but I was guessing it wasn't good.
I began to suck and get the rest of it in my mouth. I felt a strange substance enter my mouth and it tasted horrible. I swallowed it down, though.
I felt a mouth go on my bottom swim suit area and a tongue entered it and licked all around it, shoving it's tongue in places I never even imagined. It licked all over my ass: front, back, and inside. It gave me horrible pleasure and I sucked even harder, a moan escaping the man's mouth.
The other guy shoved him after about twenty minutes of that, and did the same thing except he also bent me over and spanked me and there would even be the occasional cut on my chest.
No one noticed when the doorbell rang, signalling that Jason and Adam's arrival. At the moment, one of them was shoving his dick in my under parts, and the other was shoving his dick in my mouth.
No one noticed the door opening as Jason got the spare key I gave him in case I locked myself out or lost my keys. No one noticed the footsteps coming up the stairs, or the faint sound of the boys calling my name. I was just silently crying, wishing it was all over by now. The bedroom door unlocked and swung open and the two men stood up, alert. I crawled under the blanket and began to sob.
The men pulled out their knives and snarled at Jason and Adam. But I knew my friends far too well. They would fight.
One of the men swung, cutting Jason's cheek. Jason's fist collided with the man's face and the man fell backwards, but got right back up.
I pulled out my cell phone and dialed for 911, sobbing while telling them my address and they said they'd be right over, but kept me on the phone.
When the police arrived, they tasered the men and hand cuffed them. My friends ran over to my near lifeless figure and the police said they'd be right back after they put the men in their car.
Jason wrapped me up in a blanket and cradled me as I sobbed, half asleep. Adam had taken one of my hands with the both of his and kept kissing them, telling me it'd be alright. I passed out right as the paramedics ran in.
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oooohsodramatic! aflairforthedramatic;)
but, guys, itissoawkwardwritingthingslikethissonexttimeitwon'tbeNEARLYas detailed.

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