Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
He flicked a knife open and the world closed in on me.
“We won’t be needing this.” He put the tip of the knife at the top of my shirt and cut just enough for him to tear it all the way to the bottom. I froze as the cold metal then slid against my breast bone, under the center of my bra to cut that away too.
I watched him toss the blade on the nightstand and I swore I’d break free and cut off his dick with it. I’d destroy him. I squeezed my eyes shut so tight bright spots appeared behind them as he peeled back the cups of my bra.
“Look at these tits. Goddamn.”
Heat washed over my body and I tried to picture Erik’s face as two foreign hands cupped my flesh, his thumbs rolling over my nipples. I pulled back, trying to make myself one with the bed, but it didn’t help. Nothing helped. There was no vision to pull me away from the moment.
“I’m gonna fuck these tits too,” he stated, pinching and rolling my nipples painfully hard. “I’m gonna come all over you. I’ve got first dibs on it all.”
“Except her ass,” Oscar spoke up. “That’s mine.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Bill moved, shifting the bed so he could bow over me to suck a nipple into his mouth. I jerked side to side to avoid it, bile churning in my stomach. His palms held me still as his teeth latched on.
“No,” I cried. I tried to scream again, but my throat was sore and any sobs I’d been trying to hold back were breaking through.
He scooted back and I tensed my muscles, prepared to kick if he moved off them. Instead, he tugged my pants down my hips, past my thighs and stopping at my knees.
“No. No. Please.” My words were like desperate bullets as he bared my body. I just needed one to hit a soft spot. I just needed one to penetrate this psycho in front of me to reach him to let me go. I had to try. “Please. Stop. Please. Please. Just let me go. Please.”
“Let’s see if she’s still a virgin,” Bill said, smiling at Oscar.
He moved his hands between my legs and I fought, thrusting up and down and any way I could move to dislodge his fingers, but nothing worked. His finger slid through my slit and pushed up inside me. I cringed and cried out at the burn just his one finger caused. He pushed in and out a few times and my world fell in on itself. I’d never be the same after this. My chest ached and crumbled.
“Fuck, she’s so tight.” He pulled his finger out and moved them to his belt buckle. “Dry as a fucking desert though. Not that I’m worried. I’ll make it in. You just may bleed more.”
Bile threatened to come up at his gleeful tone. His pants parted and he reached in to tug his penis out, stroking it a few times. I stared at the ceiling, anywhere but at him. I counted the textured stars, starting at one end of the room and moving to the other. I pictured Erik’s face. I pictured working at his office. I pictured anything other than what was happening.
The tears wouldn’t stop coming as my lips kept whispering “please” over and over. If Erik ever found me, he’d tell me he was right. I’d admit defeat. I’d grovel and tell him I was sorry for not being smarter. I’d do anything to get out of this.
“Can’t wait to see all that virgin blood on my cock.” He leaned over with his hands braced on either side of my head, shifting his face into my line of sight. “Then I’ll wipe it off on those pretty tears before I make you suck me clean.”
“Please don’t do this,” I whispered. “Please.”
He laughed and sat back up, adjusting himself so he could grab my legs and push them up and back, folding me in half. My pants were still locked around my knees and his hand had a bruising grip on my ankles. His other hand palmed my vagina and stroked down before smacking my ass. The bed moved as he inched his way closer. I jerked my hips making it hard for him and didn’t hold back on my screams.
“No.” My throat burned, but I didn’t stop. “Help me. Help me. Please. Help me.”
He grunted, trying to hold me still and get himself lined up.
I let loose a primal scream, but nothing helped. Nothing was stopping him. No one was coming to my rescue.
“Ple-e-e-ease.” The word was choppy over my crying, broken up by my shaking chest. “Please, don’t.”
Something brushed against my entrance and I screamed again.
But it was drowned out by the door crashing open.
Erik’s tall broad form filled the door, his face a mask of rage as he took in the scene. His body tense and muscles tight, right before he exploded into action.