Angel & Jammer. Part 9

About an hour passed, before the blonde headed one, who she assumed was the boss of the group, made his move. He grabbed her wrist and drug her to the bedroom. This is it she thought. Could she do this? She had no choice, she had to.

She didn't go easy into the bedroom, he had to pull her and she struggled some. Again, he pointed his gun at J then her until he got her in the bedroom and shut the door. J was trying to scream but they had duct taped his mouth.

The guys were making cat calls and laughing it up. J was sick to his stomach; he knew one of two things was going to happen. Either Angel would get raped by all of them, or she'd be forced to shoot them. He couldn't do anything, and felt totally helpless.

The blonde guy ripped Angels shirt and shorts off and then flung Angel down onto the bed. She scooted back towards J's pillow. She waited for the guy to take his eyes off her so she could reach for the gun. But he kept staring at her as he undid his jeans and s