The metallic taste of blood landed on her tongue. The taste was far from new to her but even after all this time, she still couldn't get used to it. If she got used to it, that would also mean she would stop fighting back. And she always fought back.
"Why can't you just play along like a good girl?" Roman asked.
How she hated that man. She hated all of them but he was one of the hard hitting ones. Not that they didn't all hit hard but Roman hit really hard. Unfortunately he was also the one who was always there.
"None of the other girls were this difficult," he said.
"I guess that makes me special," she said sarcastically.
"You are special. Otherwise I wouldn't have chosen you," he said.
"Well, fuck me!" She growled and rolled her eyes.
"I already am everyday," he smirked.
She didn't need to be reminded. He was there everyday, raping her, and he wasn't the only one. They brought in customers, one after the other, but Roman was the only one there everyday which was why she hated him more than the others.
"Look around you, Kimberly," he said. "Look at the other girls. They've learned to behave. Look at Lana and Rusev. She practically has him wrapped around her little finger. She gets to sleep in a good bed with him. She gets to eat well. She gets gifts like jewelry and beautiful dresses. He even takes her out on vacations. Don't you want that?"
"Let me guess, with you?" She asked.
"Yes, I'm the one who found you so you belong to me," he answered.
"You didn't find me. You kidnapped me," she said.
"It doesn't matter. You're still mine to do with as I see fit and as you already know, I'm not backing down no matter how stubborn you are. It's been months now. Don't you ever get tired of fighting back? If you just start doing what I say, you're gonna have a good life with me," he said.
"It's still rape no matter what you call it," she said.
"But the beatings will stop," he said. "And you'll get good things. Things like Lana gets. Just look at her. She's such a good girl. And I know you'll learn to love what I do to you."
Her eyes wandered over to Lana who sat on Rusev's lap and toyed with his hair. Roman smirked as he saw where she was looking. He knew he was getting there. She was tired of fighting back. She just needed a little push to finally give up.
"And you'll get the good customers. So far we've been giving you the violent ones on purpose since they don't care that you're already black and blue when they get you. The bruises they leave on you only blend in with the rest," he said.
Her eyes snapped back to him when she heard that.
"Stop acting like a mindless sheep. You're a smart girl. I watched you for months before taking you. All the books you read in the library and the traveling magazine you stole each month a new issue came out. You want out of here. You want a better life. Not only are you a bright girl but you're also street smart. You know how to survive," he said. "Just be mine and you'll live like a queen in here. I bet you'll even grow to love me."
With one last fight in her she bared her teeth just enough for him to get the point.
"You gotta understand that no matter what, I'll never be able to care for you," she said.
"So close, Kimberly," he shook his head.
He grabbed her hair and started dragging her across the floor towards her room, or her dungeon, as many times before. She grabbed his hand to relieve the pressure like every other time before but something was different. She wasn't screaming and fighting like always. She let him drag her across the floor while she cried. Tears. Real tears. She had never cried for real before. Tears from anger and pain had rolled down but never tears like this.
Once they entered the half dark room, he pulled her up enough to grab her arms and toss her over on the dirty mattress on the floor. He kicked the door shut and waited for her to jump up and start fighting him like always but she didn't. She just laid there and stared up in the ceiling.
Everything had changed so fast and he wasn't sure if she had finally given up. All of the girls reached their breaking point eventually but she had been a tough one. Not that it mattered to him. He could keep going forever. He knew he would break her somehow and right now it looked like he had finally reached his goal.
He dropped to his knees on the mattress, grabbed her knees to bend her legs and force her feet flat on the mattress before spreading her legs. The dirty, off-white dress slid down to her hips and revealed her naked crotch.
So far she was making it easy on him but he knew better than to lower his guards completely. Not until he started taking the one thing that always made her put up a bigger fight. He opened his belt and pants, pulling them down his thighs and leaning over her, supporting himself with one hand next to her while guiding himself inside her with his other hand. Normally he would grab her wrists as she would start fighting but he was testing her.
She closed her eyes as the pain set in and whimpered lowly in her throat. Her lips were shut tight but the sounds still left her. All that wasn't important. Her not fighting back as usual was the important thing. He knew he hurt her and he did it on purpose. Once he had her where he wanted, he would start making it a bit easier for her by warming her up and getting her wet before fucking her. In the beginning face where she had been stuck for so long, there was no shortcuts or treats or anything good for these women. Not until they learned to play along. And with how she was acting right now, just allowing him to fuck her hard without putting up a fight, it seemed as if the playground bully had finally gotten the new girl to behave.