Bryn was terrified of Markus.  Drake she was afraid of, he was rough and cruel and cruel, but Markus was . . . crazy.  As he pushed forward she sobbed and tried to turn her head, but his grip on her throat kept her from moving it much.  She could hardly breathe at all, and she was forced to gasp for air, her cried cut short as her tears fell in near silence.  When his nose touched hers she trembled.  His stubble made her want to scream as he rubbed it against her cheek, his words making her tremble ore.  She closed her eyes as he moved to the other ear, her hands going weak on his chest both from lack of air, and form her pure fear of him.<br/><br/>She began to give in to her fear, began to submit to the inescapable reality that there was nothing she could do, the two men had her and they weren't letting her go until they were done.  They would destroy her, they would make sure that for the rest of her life she would remember the horrible ordeal.<br/><br/>She opened her eyes wide as she felt Markus' cock against her ass, and she wished she could scream.  Her hand jerked up to his wrist in fear, and she shook her head some, begging him in silence not to do what he was planning.  She felt Drake stop moving and panic overtook her.  They were going to rip her ass open.