Down in the basement, the commotion couldn't be heard until Amy opened the door. The play arguing stopped at her arrival, the noise dying down for just a moment. Then she was greeted by the raucous men saluting her by holding up their beer cans. Some, more intoxicated than others had the foamy liquid slosh into their laps and onto the table on which a game of poker was being played. Her father sat on the opposite side of the table to the other five men in the dealer's chair. He spun around to face her, turning his back on the others. Out of his eye line, some of them - namely Dan and Josh blew kisses and winked at her. She simply rolled her eyes, their brazen attitudes no doubt a result of the alcohol. She'd always had an incline that those two, in particular, had a thing for her. Usually, they were much more reserved when her father was around.
Ignoring the looks and mouthed words that were no doubt crude in nature if she paid attention, Amy looked at her dad. He'd called her down for a reason. "I've got to dash out for a bit honey," he began to explain, "do your old man a favour and continue the game for us? Make sure the lads don't get into any trouble - namely cheating -" he spun around to glare at Mark - the bachelor of the group who Amy found to be loud and obnoxious. Little did any of them know at that moment, was that there would be cheating in store for that evening - just not the type Amy's dad was expecting.
Amy heaved a sigh, not particularly thrilled by the prospect. But she agreed regardless, running a hand through her long sand-coloured hair. Her father gave a quick cheek peck and scurried off. Amy took his place in the dealer's chair and asked to be caught up on the plays so far. No information came from the men. She looked up mid-shuffle with a frown. All but Alan - the quietest of the lot - were grinning. Were they about to play a prank on her? No, it was way more serious than that.
Dan - seemingly the leader of whatever their plan was slowly rose to his feet. He spoke as he rounded the table, the others standing to follow suit, "we were hoping for some extra special entertainment tonight, Amy... you're gonna be a good girl and help us out..." he took a long swig from a beer can, finishing it and tossing it to the side.
Amy looked at the discarded can, then the men who were suddenly in front of her. Her confused frown was quick to shift into an expression of panic. She looked at them, one by one. They all shared the same hungry gaze. Even Johnny - the youngest and therefore closest in age to her. Clearly, that meant nothing. He was a known cheater anyway. All of them would be by the end of the night, well except for Mark being single.
So focused on the advancing men in front of her, Amy failed to notice Josh creeping up behind her. He wrapped both arms around her in a reverse bear hug. She screeched and suddenly she was on the floor, arms holding her onto the carpet that smelled like spilt beer. Four of the five had an arm or a leg each, pinning her spread out like a starfish. The remainder, Dan, straddled her hips.
"What the fuck?!" Amy started, "get the hell off me! What do you think you're do-"
She was silenced by a knife held against her lips like a finger used to hush her. The threat wasn't necessary due to the soundproof nature of the basement. There was more of an implication than just being quiet. She was to comply or else she'd be hurt. But comply with what? Amy's eyes widened. An onslaught of possibilities flooded her brain. Were they going to kill her? Torture her? Rape her? How long had they been planning this ambush, and why? While troubled by those questions, Dan was running the dull side of the blade down her body. She shivered, teeth chattering as she followed the knife's journey. He got to the hem of her shirt and in a swift moment sliced up. Amy let out a cry that the men around her laughed at. In a moment her shirt was in shreds around her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
She could scream but what use would that do? Instead, Amy attempted to plead. "Stop, please!"
